Wicked [ A Destiel story ]

Mr. Wicked

Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked

I walked through the doors of the St Lawrence bank with a briefcase in hand. The security guard nodded his head towards me unaware of my plans. I smiled wickedly at him and he looked at me confused. I reached into my blazer pocket and pulled out the Walther P99 that had black suppressor on the end and shot the guard in between his eyes. His lifeless body fell to the floor and I continued walking. Bank members looked at me in horror and tried running out the doors. I shot all 8 of them in the backs while I made my way towards the desks. The people behind it cowered in fear. I shot five out of six of them and looked at the last one standing. I had two bullets in this cartridge left and shot one each at the two guards running at me from the back room. They fell against teller window then to the ground. I turned back towards the lady behind the desk and aimed my gun. "What's the code to the vault?" I asked. She whimpered in fear but didn't answer. I walked around the glass and aimed again. "What's the code?" I repeated. She whispered the digits but I couldn't hear so i tossed her a pen and notepad. She wrote them down and passed me back the paper. 9138456. I shot her and she, like the others, fell to the floor. I walked to the back hall down towards the vault room. I had 2 minutes at most before the F.B.I and possibly the S.W.A.T surround the building. I walked up the door labeled VAULT ROOM and took out my Glock 27 with a Glock 23 magazine from the waistband on the back of my slacks. I shot the door lock and it broke off. The door parted and I swung it open. The vault sat at the end of the long hallway protected by a wall of bullet proof glass. 1 minute. I stride down towards it and shot twice at the keypad. It broke easily and I questioned the security in this bank. I yanked on the steel door then inspected the room. The walls were covered in wood but I knew underneath it was metal. I walked up to the Vault's keypad and put in the code from the paper. It turned green and I heard a click. I turned the wheel and pulled it. The Vault opened and I stood starring at stacks upon stacks of money. I set my briefcase on a stack and put in a code to open it. I lifted the lid and began setting money inside. My phone beeped and I took it out of my pocket. The screen blinked red indicating someone opened the front doors of the bank. I set motion sensors and had them linked to my phone prior to coming in. I quickly filled my case and shut the lid before walking out of the vault room. I took another back hall towards the Manager's office. Inside I pushed open a ceiling square above a file cabinet. I hear loud steps down the hall and set my brief case in the ceiling. I carefully climbed in and brought the ceiling square placing it in back in place. I crawled towards the vents and blocked the fan inside. I climbed up the vent and stopped the other fan. I tossed my case through the hole and followed it out.

I was on top of the Bank's roof. I walked to the ledge above the back of the bank and an alley was below. Gabriel, my younger brother, stood next to a trash bin watching out. I whistled down to him and he looked up smiling. He had a rope and i motioned for him to toss it up. I stood back and watched it come up. I quickly got a hold of it and tied it to a metal pipe nearby. I pulled on it to make sure it stayed in place and began climbing down the rope.

When I was close enough to the ground I passed the case to Gabe and we walked out of the alley. The F.B.I and S.W.A.T vans were parked to the right in front of the bank so we went left. I watched the men get frustrated when the team said no one was inside. I bumped into someone and looked at him. He wore a suit and looked irritated. His eyes were a wonderful candy apple green and his lips were rose pink. "I'm sorry." I said to the stranger smirking at him. He glared and walked around me. I must know who he is. And I plan on knowing everything about him.

Gabe and I got into my Matte black Audi r8. I didn't steel it. Not technically. I stole the money i used to buy the car. I drove off opposite from the bank and smiled wickedly again. Another robbery successfully completed. I'm well known for these robberies. What I'm not well known for is my real name. everyone calls me Mr. Wicked but my name is Novak. Castiel Novak.