“Christ, L, this was supposed to go a lot smoother,” Sam sys while he and Luke run from the store.
“You have your bag, right?” Luke asks.
“Yeah, man.”
“Good. Now we book it to the car, get to the switch car and we’re fine.” Luke says.
“I guess we can still get through this smooth,” Sam says.
Luke runs around the corner and freezes “S,” He sputters. “Turn around. We’ll go through the alleys.”
“Why?” The sudden chorus of sirens answers Sam’s question.
“Both of you, come out with your hands up!” Police shout over megaphones.
Luke and Sam run around the store. They could hear footsteps approaching fast. “We’re not gonna make it, man.” Sam gasps.
“You’re right,” Luke agrees. “But if they catch one of us, it might give the other one time to get away.” He trains his gun on Sam.
“L, dude,” Sam says. “Think this through.”
“I am.” Luke says.
“I’ll give you my bag, man, the keys to the switch car, and we’ll split up.” Luke holds out his hand. Sam tosses him the bag, which he throws over his shoulder, and the keys, which he pockets.
“Thanks, S.” Luke says. He lowers his gun and fires a round into Sam’s kneecap.
Bang. Three.
