My Kidnapper's Mistake

Chapter 1: First Job

Julian's P.O.V

Tony's Auto Repair looked entirely ordinary from were I was sitting in a black mustang across the street. Mechanics with greasy hands worked on cars and others just stood around smoking. I watched as a mustard yellow Camaro pulled up in front of the shop. A young man climbed out, grey business suit perfectly tailored for his length, black hair slicked back with just the right amount of hair gel. Walking into the shop with confidence he casually looked around before stopping at the only desk covered in papers instead of car parts and tools. He exchanged a few words with the young receptionist, even from across the street I could see her batting her eyelashes at the man, she held her hand in front of her mouth probably giggling at something he had said. The receptionist disappeared through a door behind the counter. The man leaned back casually with his elbows on the counter.
"I count six mechanics, five men dressed like mechanics but they're obviously guards judging by the lack of grease anywhere on them and then this lovely lady at reception. I don't know if there's more people in the back. Considering the receptionist is allowed behind the counter and the only other door is at the back, I'm judging that that would be the entrance to the cash house." A voice said into my ear.
"Stuart tomorrow is your turn. Tristan you get out of there as quickly and as casually as possible." I ordered and started the engine of my car.
I drove off and the yellow Camaro followed closely behind.

*

Everything had been building up to this day. All the planning, all the stake outs. Once again I was sitting in the black mustang across the road from Tony's Auto Repair, but this time Brian was sitting in the passenger seat next to me. I looked at my watch 10:58, two more minutes before lunch, two more minutes before we strike. You may ask: why we were pulling a heist in broad daylight, why not do it at night. My simple answer being that there were more guards stationed around the place at night and we strike at lunch because then the mechanics won't be there to aid the guards. The yellow Camaro parked a little down the street at 10:59 and exactly on time, at 11:00, a grey reinforced van stopped in front of the shop. That's our cue. Brian and I got out, each carrying a Glock 35 handgun. We joined the two guys that got out of the yellow Camaro. I slammed my fist on the back of the van as I passed it. Out climbed my other three team members and they were each armed with ACR machine guns. We walked into the shop like we owned the place. The first two guards to spot us hardly got the chance to properly stand up before they were shot down. More guards came spilling out of the back room. We barely made it to the door at the back of the shop in one piece.

The room was small with two girls, wearing only their underwear, standing on either side of a table, counting money. Three heavily armed men stood at the back of the room and they wasted no time to shoot at us. We ducked down and turned over the table. Jason and Tristan returned fire over the edge of the table without looking, but they seemed to have hit the men a few times because it went quiet. I straightened out. One man was dead, the other two were just wounded to the extent that they would not have gotten up in some time.

I nudged one of the girls with the toe of my boot, her upper body had been pierced with several bullets. The other one seemed to still be hanging onto live.
"Dexter, Kevin, Jason. Gather the money. Brian, Stuart, Tristan you pack it in the bags. And hurry we made one hell of a noise." I ordered.
I watched them start packing and then decided that I was feeling a bit merciful. I walked over to each of the wounded, starting with the girl and delivered one final headshot to finish them off. No reason to let them suffer.
"Done!" Kevin announced as he zipped up the last bag.
"Good, everyone take a bag. Jason you cover our backs."
Everybody except Jason took a bag and we filed out of the room, me in the lead with my gun held ready to shoot.
When I turned the corner to go to the yellow Camaro I walked slap bang into a young boy with a phone pressed to his ear. He looked at me with big bewildered eyes. He gulped, dropped his phone and began to make a run for it. I looked down at the phone, 911 displayed on the call screen. I dropped the duffle bag and ran after the boy, quickly catching up to him. I tackled him to the ground and threw him over my shoulder. We didn't have enough time to take care of him now, the place would be swarming with police in a matter of minutes and he had seen our faces. I cursed under my breath for not thinking of wearing masks. I dumped the duffle bag into the trunk of the yellow Camaro and carried the boy to my black Mustang. With a lot of protest from the boy I dumped him into the trunk. Well this went south fast.

We made a hasty retreat, but unfortunately it was not fast enough. We were chased down through the streets.
"Split up and meet me in the parking lot of the motel on the corner as soon as you lose the cops on your tail." I instructed the others.
I was really going to kill this boy. This was supposed to be a fairly easy and straight forward job. Our first job gone to the dogs because one boy had been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I had finally managed to loose the police and just drove around in circles for good measure. I stopped in the parking lot of the Motel. Brian and I got out of the car and leaned against the trunk, waiting for the rest to show up. Brian offered me a cigarette, he knew that I rarely smoked, but this time I took it, needing something to calm my anger. I took a long draw of the cigarette and stared off into the distance. Searching for a yellow Camaro on the horizon.

Two hours later a white minivan pulled up next to us. The rest of the guys got out. I eyed them with a curious glance not even having to ask before they started explaining.
"That damn yellow Camaro. It might be one heck of a nice car but it just stands out so much." Kevin cursed.
"We had to ditch it." Jason clarified.
"We had no time to grab the money. We had to run to save our skins." Tristan shook his head.
I slammed my fist on the trunk of the car. Never mind killing that boy, I was going to make him suffer. He was going to wish that he had never been born.
"Let's get back to the warehouse and hope that the Boss doesn't feel up to mass homicide today." I instructed and sliped back into the Mustang.
I revved up the engine and drove back to the warehouse. Hoping beyond hope that this mess would be redeemable. The Organization doesn't take well to failure or things without purpose.