It was one of those days, Johnny thought to himself as he strolled down the sidewalk. His pockets was empty and he needed a quick fix, in more ways then one. He passed by many different businesses, but none had that "appeal" to him. So he continued His slow walking, kicking a pebble here and there. He sighed with His hands stuffed in pockets, fuck, he hated empty pockets. Johnny glanced to the evening skies, hmmm banks would be closing right about now, He thought, and He knew of one just around the corner..

Johnny stopped in the ally way and double checked his gun, and donned on a rag to cover at least His lower face. He felt the adrenaline pump through his veins, right before He quickly rounded the corner. He burst through the double glass door. Gun held high, he growled low but firm.

"Get your asses on the floor and don't make a fucking move or I will shoot your fucking brains out"

The gun waved around as people dropped and covered their heads. Johnny stuck the gun in the tellers face and sneered.

"Put all the money in a bag and don't You fucking dare and alert the cops, or your brain matter will paint that wall behind you!"

Quickly the shaken girl grabbed a bag and started shoving wads a cash in the bag, the whole time Johnny nervously looked about, the gun never leaving the teller's scared shitless face.

"Hurry the fuck up bitch!"

He growled once again, before He finally said fuck it and grabbed the bag and just out of sheer pleasure knocked the slow ass bitch out with blunt of gun. He watched her crumble to the floor, a sneer curled his lips from under the rag. He turned and waved the gun around at the frighten people before making a mad dash out the door and disappearing down a dark alley before the coppers could find him...

Michael Sarino would be sitting in his getaway vehicle waiting for Johnny_rochy. When he saw Johnny coming out of the alley without cops on his tail, he shouted out the window:

"Johnny! Over here!"

Michael started the engine of the car and waited for Johnny to hop in the back. Once he did, he floored the pedal and drove off to their syndicates' HQ.

"How'd it go? You get a nice chunk of those schmuck's money?"