Renegade Robbers

Renegade Robbers (1)

Piper slipped the black mask over her face, a smug smile playing across her lips.

Aaron gave her a smirk before copying her actions. As they leaned up against the brick wall, they waited for the signal from Vic. The night was quiet, the faint sounds of cars and honking off of the interstate two streets over was the only thing to break the silence.

Victor stood on top of the building, looking down before disappearing over the ledge. A thunk above Piper and Aaron had them glancing up, both wondering if Vic had given them away. But as they listened quietly there was no sound.

After five agonizing minutes, the locked door behind them opened and Vic stood there, unmasked with laughing eyes. Aaron gave him a questioning look, silently asking if the cameras had been disarmed and the alarm turned off and Vic nodded, staying as silent as he could be.

Aaron walked in, a glock in his hands as he cautiously stepped into the closed sitting area of the Federal Credit Union. Piper was close behind, clutching her itty bitty twenty two in her palms as they made their way to the back of the bank, where the main vault was.

It was the same every night. Surveilance, breaking and entering, theft. That was the lifestyle the trio chose. Both dangerous, and exhilerating.

Before they had entered, Vic , being the tech genius had shut down the cameras like he had said, but that didn't mean there weren't other sensors. Piper had doubted there would be anything else other than that.

As Piper and Aaron made their way to the back, Vic placed a stethescope against the vault door, turning the little handle until he heard the desired clicks. It took both the boys to haul the door open and all three of them walked in.

Vic's eyes scanned over the stacks and boxes of money, entranced by the little green notes.

Piper grabbed the sack hanging from the back pocket of her black pants and shook it out, soon after shoving all the money she could grab into the bag as Aaron and Vic did the same.

This was how they made their living. Robbing banks.

The three criminals were wanted in twelve states and their vague pictures were plastered all across America. The funny thing was, they always hit the bank at night time, when they were less likely to be spotted.

That sure infuriated the feds.

Ten minutes later, the two boys and girl ran out of the bank, just as they heard the sound of police cars in the distance.

Climbing into the silver Dodge Stratus they had lifted off of some forty year old lady, they drove off, laughing and smiling through the masks. Vic sat up front driving while Piper and Aaron were situated in the backseat to watch for the cops.

"What a rush!" Piper exclaimed, pulling off her mask and taking off her black sweater.  Vic was too busy driving and she didn't mind if Aaron saw. She pulled on a pale pink tank top and shook out her long blonde hair. How she managed to fit it all into her ski mask was beyond her.

As far as the Feds knew, she was a boy.

Aaron did the same thing, stripping himself of anything that linked him to the robbery.

They stopped at a diner, dumping their newly bought clothes into the dumpster behind the joint and tossing the sacks of money into the dark tinted KIA Sedona they had stashed there as well.

They walked into the restaurant after Vic had changed from his gear and they sat at a booth in the back. Turning their heads, they watched out the window as a whole flurry of cop cars went speeding past.

Vic smirked.

"I'd say that victory milkshakes are in order." He said in his deep voice.

Aaron threw his arm around Piper's shoulder and she leaned into him, all the while kissing him tenderly on the cheek. Vic faked a gag just as a dark haired waitress walked up with her pen and paper in hand.

"I'll take a strawberry milkshake." Piper said.

"Chocolate." Both Vic and Aaron chimed. Piper gave them a smile. My boys. She thought.

When piper was a Freshman in high school, she came from a foster home, her parents having died when she was little, as she was told. Aaron had been there, along with Vic. All the same age, all in the same home.

They didn't like the foster home Child Protection services put them in, and would be gone all hours of the day, plotting their escape.

One day, in their Sophmore year, they all three ran away. After about a month of starving, they needed money and they couldn't settle down in someplace with a job because they knew they would be found.

So obviously, they robbed the first bank they saw in the middle of the night.

It was a total success and they got away with about seven hundred grand. For the last two years, that was all they did when they ran low on cash, rob a bank.

It's worked for them all this time, paying off dues, occasionally sending a couple grand to their foster parents with a note saying they were all right.

It all worked out in the end.

Until the diner door opened, and in stepped a detective.

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A/N Just an idea I had, let me know what you think?

Please and thank you!

Lotsa Love,

C

P.S. Dedicated to writeon27 because this idea kinda sprung when I was reading her work! I didn't steal much of your imagination!