The Story Of Miles Cooper, Bank Robber (preview)

The Story Of Miles Cooper, Bank Robber

Miles was inside his Chevy camaro on his phone. He had always been a smart man, a genius actually. But since his fathers death he gave up on school and decided to go into a job that required brawn over brain.

He became a construction worker and worked like that for seven years.

He is 28 now.

The phone rang.

He picked it up "Jamal" the phone read.

"Hello?" Miles said

"Yo miles! We haven't talked in awhile bro. How's it goin?"

"If there's no point to this call then hang up." Miles said annoyed.

"Alright, I see greetings are out. Right to the point, classic miles. Alright, here's the deal. We got a big shot bank that's about to have a shipment of green hauled out. The trucks headed to New York City, Bank of America. We're taking that truck before it gets there. Understand?"

"And that's it? Who's the crew? What's the plan? Getaway?"

"Relax, man. I got it under control. We have top notch guys on this job. Maybe even better than you, Miles."

Miles chuckled "Ha, I'd like to see anyone better than me."

"Well, we'll see about that. Meet me at the Stauner Garage, 12 sharp."

"Until then..." Miles hung up the phone and started the car.

He drove to his apartment, which took about thirty minutes. Inside he went to his closet and opened it.

His M16 and Colt1988 stood where they were when he left. The giant crate of Ammo and grenades was still untouched. Three smoke bombs and five canisters of tear gas, and his signature ski mask were on the floor. His good jackets and his bloodstained jackets were on opposite sides of the closet. And his black gloves, pants, and boots were on the floor of the closet. His bullet proof vest and knee pads were on the left side.

Miles slept for a few hours after showering and eating some fast food. The time was 11:30 when his alarm went off.

He jumped out of bed fast, just as usual, and put on all his gear. His phone had a text from Jamal that read "don't forget brah, 12 at Stauner"

He got into his car and drove to the garage.

When he got there, the place welcomed him with open arms. Jamal opened the main door and let him in.

"Miles! You actually showed up! I wasn't sure you would..." He smiled and gave miles a fist bump.

"Where's the rest of the crew?"

"Come inside, come inside. You'll make some new friends for sure..."

Together, they went through the dark hallways until they got to a lit up, small room with a table surrounded by 4 other men playing cards.

A man with a scar over his left cheek stood when he saw them "ah, boys!" He shook Jamal's hand and went to shake Miles's hand but he refused and looked around.

An older man, looking to be about 39, was holding a beer in his left hand and the deck in the other. The next man, looked only about to be 20 or so. He had a gunshot scar on his right ear. The last man looked different. He wore a fedora that covered most of his face, a stubby but unbelievably badass beard, and a black trench coat. His voice was raspy.

"Hello..." He said mysteriously

Miles pulled up a chair and sat "Hi, I'm miles"

The older man looked suprised "Miles Cooper? Damn! You used to be famous!"

He looked at him in the eyes " used to?"

"Well, you stopped pulling big crimes...and I haven't seen you on the news in awhile."

Miles shouted and stood "now you listen here...I have pulled some of the biggest crimes in history. The reason I'm not on the news anymore is because I'm careful with my crimes. Now, are we ready or not?"