Cops and Robbers [VanCat]

3: Soon

Evan walked into the bank safe where the rest of his crew, Brock, marcel, and Jonathan, were waiting.

"Alright boys, they gave us the okay."

Brock nodded a response and started switching out the cash that wasn't in a sub-safe with the counterfeit. Jonathan was writing something down on a piece of paper.

Marcel just leaned on the sub-safes, Brock doing what needed to be done in what seemed like record time.

"They won't even see it coming." Jonathan chuckled. And picked up a wad of the counterfeit money, counting it roughly and putting it back down, slipping the note "see you soon" into the wad and throwing It onto the pile.

Evan noticed the slight of hand but didn't worry about it too much until the man burst out laughing.

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Tyler paced back and forth in the dim alley way. Suddenly running footsteps broke the silence and he stood still.

Evan was walking home when Tyler pulled him into the alleyway, Hand on his mouth to muffle his screams.

Once Tyler had dragged him down far enough out of sight he flipped the other over so they were face to face and pushed him against a wall, using a knee and a hand to pin him while one slowly moved from his mouth to let him calm down.

"What the fuck did you do."

Evan was still recovering from seeing his best friends face again. Tyler's eyes filled with long-term misery and sorrow as he tried to sound serious.

"I... I'm sorry but I had t-"

"No fuck that. We both no you're not fucking sorry. You joined the police Evan. You went against mine and everyone else's back, using a heist schedule against us! You might as well give away our head quarters.." The more he rambled the more the pressure with his knee and hand pinning him roughened.

"W-what do you want me to say Tyler?" Evan looked down, avoiding Tyler's gaze as he loosened his grip.

Tyler used a hand to lift his chin up to look at him. His eyes looked as that of a young child caught stealing. Tyler didn't know what to do. He didn't expect this response from his former leader. This wasn't right.

"I-I'm sorry." Tyler muttered.

Once Tyler had completely let go, Evan flipped their position and pinned Tyler to the wall with a small gun pointed to his head. Pushing his radio up to his face.

"Come in, anyone, we have a code 348 in progress not sure how many other people they brought I need back up."

"Hello? What's your coordinates officer."

Tyler suddenly stopped standing and Evan couldn't hold him up as he dropped to the ground with his back to the wall and his knees to his chest. Tyler's arms tucked away from sight.

His face was covered in distraught and defeat. Evan got a better look at him, his bloodshot eyes and dark circles threatening to tear up.

This wasn't the trigger happy criminal he once knew. He looked dead. Utterly dead.

"Hello? Are you still there..?"

"False alarm..." He uttered into the radio and turned it off, dropping to the ground next to him.