The New Recruit

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"Wake up."
A feel a bucket of water tipped onto my head and I rip open my eyes. My eyes slowly begin to adapt to the light of the room.
Right in front of me was the person I could only assume was the one that ordered my barbaric awakening.
He smelled like alcohol and gunpowder. African American, black, low cut hair and a slight stubble.His face was so close to mine I could almost taste the overwhelming smell of beer.
I looked down to see my arms and legs tied to the chair I was on.
I knew it could only get more fun from here.
"Well, if it ain't sleepy-head. Thought you were above Granny-Purse-Snatching."
In a darker corner of the room I saw another man snickering.
I try to talk back but immediately the room goes dizzy. Drugged? I wouldn't know.
This time, I actually tried talking and succeeded, though it came out slur-ishly.
"Who are you?"
"The name's Dallas." He extended his hand for me to shake it, probably knowing full well that I couldn't. "We've been very busy these past few weeks, Ash. Watching you. Analysing you. The petty theft was done with ease, we could see that for sure. So much wasted potential! We couldn't let that happen."
I see a small orange fuzzy light coming from the snickering corner of the room, it became obvious he was smoking.
"We? Just the two of you?" I wearily blurted out. My head was still swoozy from the drugs.
"Not two."
Two men came from behind me, and the one in the corner stepped into the light.
"Four."

3 years later...

The van ricketed slightly from side to side as we drove there. 5 of us were in the back of the van, one driving. The guy driving? Kev, the guy with the brains. He plans the shit, we get it done.
"ETA?" Wolf asked quietly.
"2 minutes" Dallas replied.
We sat in silence before we felt the van slowing down to a stop.
"Ready up, boys." Dallas ordered us and we obeyed. We loaded our guns, organised spare mags and ammo bags and grabbed our masks.
Dallas, starring in a strikingly evil, angry, smiling face, with an imprint of the U.S flag in the top right corner.
Hoxton, giving out sad eyes but a plastic smiled. Imprints made him look like a circus clown.
Chains, wearing an angry/smily mask not quite as intimidating as Dallas', but still solid. Red, clown-like nose.
Wolf, using a mask like it came straight out of Jason (The horror film). A lot like those complete helmets they give to people in mental asylums, but not a full helmet and the bottom half was red.
Then there's me. All the others got theirs made from a professional, whereas I have to make my own. It looked like the Alienware logo, except the alien angry looking with a side smirk.
This was the team.
And there was the bank.

Greetings, readers! Sorry for not updating for, like, ever. Couldn't log into my account. To whatever few of you are reading this, I say thanks. Also, sorry it was a lil' short, next chapter will probably be a lot longer.
Thanks, bye!

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