Luke tosses two duffel bags over the counter. “I want these filled, yeah?” He shouts. The cashier nods, shaking with fear.
“We still got some antsy civvies here, L,” Sam says, pointing his gun at the civilians moving around and whispering to each other.
“If I see any of you with a phone out, you’re dead.” Luke says. The cashier throws the bags back over, and when Luke bends to make them up he hears footsteps running. “Shit!” He yells. He tosses the bags to Sam and slides over the counter, running after the cashier. He catches up to her and grabs her. She fights back, and pins his arm with the gun in it against the wall. She peels his mask off with her other hand. “Damn it,” He says, knocking the woman back. She falls onto the ground. “You’ve seen my face. You know what that means.”
“I-I’ll forget! I won’t tell anyone, I promise-“
Bang. Two.
