THE BANK HEIST

CHAPTER I

It was past 2pm in the afternoon. They had long finished the plan of attack and had gone over it for the umpteenth time. Tom felt uneasy as he stashed the weapons and ammunition into the leather bag.

He and his comrades have undergone less dangerous robbery operations in the past but this particular one felt different. First, they were going to rob the biggest bank in the state. He had woken up very early in the morning after bumping his head against the wooden piece of the bed. On his way to meet with his comrades thereafter, he had checked his phone to see nine missed calls from his younger sister, Grace. He had a notion what it was about but he didn't want to think about it now.

At that moment he had almost been run over by a speeding truck approaching from the other side of the road. As he got to the underground hideout where himself and his four other gang members often meet to scheme their modus operandi, he realized he had not worn his goodluck charm around his neck. He checked his pockets but the horsefish-shaped silver locket his Momma gave him when he was 18 was nowhere to be found. Damn it! he thought as he knocked on the door leading underground.

I can't go back now, Tom thought as he continued to arrange the guns inside the bag before covering them up with layers of currency notes. But this has to be my last operation.
Tom, a tall, light-skinned and slightly muscular twenty-five year old, had lost his father nine years ago, and as the only son, he took upon himself the responsibility of looking after his mum and younger sister. He was in and out of odd jobs and Things went from bad to worse until he met Jude eleven months ago who introduced him to his gang. They went out at nights to mug and break into homes, taking whatever they could find.

Including Tom, they were 5 in number, all having their code names. Their gang leader, a heavily built and stone faced dark man in his late thirties, was called Brax. There was Stub, the thick set one; Bubble, the chubby looking one; Jude took the name Sky, but Tom always wanted to be called Tom.

Tom took a quick glance at the rest of the party and they were all looking excited and chatting rapidly. It was going to be a big show. They were going to make a lot of money.

"Time to go, boys," Brax bellowed, rising up from the leather chair where he was sitting.

They finished packing and went out into the Mercedes SUV parked outside.

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