American Crooks

Chapter 3 - Small Job

They ran out of the dollar tree, and took a look around for a car that they could hot wire.
"Hey look!" Mike yelled as he pointed to a car they could use as a get away vehicle.

After they got the car and took off they heard the cop sirens.
"Hey, I think I know where we can hide." Mike said.
"Where?" Noah asked from the back seat.
"My uncle's." Mike replied.
"Can we trust him?" Mark asked.
"Yeah. He used to do bank heists," Mike said, "but he stopped because he went into hiding."
"Why did he go into hiding?" Noah asked
"Because he didn't want to go to jail so he changed his name and hid." Mike responded.
"Ahhh. I see now." Noah nodded.
"Mhm." Mike nodded back.

Once they got there, it was getting close to dust.
"Damn. I wish it wouldn't have taken that long to get here." Mark sighed.
"Well, let's go in." Mike said.
"Yeah, let's." Noah agreed.
Mike and Noah got out of the car and went up to the front door. Mark stayed in the car.
"Why ain't he comin' in?" Noah asked.
"I don't know." Mike replied.
Mike knocks on the door twice then they wait, and it doesn't take long for the door to open.
"Hey! Mike!" His uncle yelled holding his arms out wanting a hug.
"Hey, uncle Bradley!" Mike yelled back and giving him a hug.
"How've you been?" Bradley asked.
"I'm great." Mike replied. "How bout you?"
"I've been pretty good." Bradley said with a smile.
Bradley stepped aside to let them in.
Mike and Noah walked in, and Bradley led them to the couch.
"So, who's your friend?" Bradley asked.
"Ah, he's Noah." Mike replied.
"Wait, Noah?" Bradley asked. "The Noah who ripped off the biggest mobster?"
"Yeah, that's me." Noah said with a smile.
"Haha! You're still alive?" Bradley asked.
"Wait. I knew I saw you from somewhere." Mike said.
"I did and I'm still alive." Noah smiled.
"That's awesome." Bradley said.
"Yeah. I'm surprised they didn't kill you." Mike chuckled.
"Well, if you know enough secrets about someone like that," Noah replied, "they won't touch you, and you can go on about your day."
"Nice. Anyways, Bradley? Do you know any places to steal from?" Mike asked.
"Well, I know of a small bank." Bradley smirked.
"How much is in it?" Noah asked.
"Yeah, how much?" Mike asked.
"Oh about a million." Bradley smiled.

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"Wait!?" Mike yelled. "Did you say a million?"
"Yes, I did." Bradley smiled.
"Nice." Noah chuckled.
"So go get your friend," Bradley said, "and go plan how to do it."
"Okay." Mike smiled.
"I'll go get him." Noah said as he stood up and walked out of the room.
Noah walked out of the house and went to the car, he knocked on the car window, and Mark rolled it down.
"Yes?" Mark sighed.
"There's a bank around here that has half a million in it." Noah smiled big.
"Wait...did you say what I think you just said?" Mark asked.
"Yes." Noah replied and smiled more.
"Alright." Mark said as he got out.
"Yeah, let's go in to plan." Noah said.
"Okay." Mark replied.

The next day early in the morning.

"Wake up everyone!" Mike yelled.
They all slept in the living room, except Bradley, and so they all were forced out of their sleep by Mike's yelling.
"Man, what the fuck are you doing?" Mark asked.
Noah sat up and stretched then looked at Mike.
"Did you come up with a plan?" Noah asked.
"Yes." Mike replied.
"What is it?" Mark groaned.
"Well, we need three AK-47s." Mike said.
"Yeah?" Noah asked with a smirk.
"Yes. Then, we need some masks to hide our faces." Mike added. "Also we need to be fast."
"Okay. Well, we can get masks from anywhere." Mark said.
"I got the AK-47s." Bradley said as he walked in.
"You do?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, I do." Bradley responded.
"Okay, awesome!" Mike smiled big.
Noah stood up and went to the bathroom to pee.
"I'll be right back." Noah said as he closed the bathroom door.
"I'll go get them." Bradley said as he left the room.
"Well, I'm thirsty." Mark said.
"My uncle has some beer in his fridge." Mike replied.
Mark got up, without saying another word, and went to the kitchen. He opened the fridge door, and got himself a nice, cold beer.