Up in New York, a scheme was being developed. Myself, JimmyConway, along with several others was participating in it. Most were from Detroit, but some were from New York were also coming from it. The heads were Marietta, Grassboy, and Rourke. My boss, Starshine, was recruiting crazy criminals and bank robbers for the job. My friend Ryukenji was in it. Every penny I made from drug deals was going towards this. If it was a triumph, then all of the involved would gain 3 million. Not to mention all of the cash for Deinme, Starshine and Marietta. 

     The plan was simple; throw a nice government issued smoke grenade inside once the doors were blown, have everybody run in, kill all of the guards, gank the cash and leave. It was supposed to take up to 8 minutes, hence why it was nicknamed Shock and Awe. By the time cops were there we would be half a mile away split up. This plan was made possible by, you guessed it, Rourke. Grassboy would drill the door open and take charge of TNT. The others would be equipped with Thompson M1A1 submachine guns, along with a drum magazine that would maintain 50 bullets. If cops came, they would rip them to shreds. By then we would have a taste of money and would flee in the limousine. Simple.

     "Once we're done with this we will all be filthy rich. Don't make any stupid mistakes, and do not hesitate to kill. Got it?" Grassboy yelled while we were in a small van. 

"Now I have the most important job, you guys cover my ass and we'll be good. Check your equipment. Guns cocked? Let's go." We walked out of the car and a smoke grenade flew into the building. Things were havoc in the bank. "Calm the fuck down!" I yelled as I shot a few bullets into the air. It smelled like shit, and I felt like shit. If this fucked up, I would be in prison for life. Maybe even the chair. 

An old lady was trying to pull out some pepper spray or something to defend herself, and I remembered what Grassboy said. Right before I was about to kill her a guard pulled a gun. I put a bullet in her leg and sprayed at the guard. A gush of blood ran down his face as he slumped to the ground.

"Why the fuck did you do that? Moron!" I yelled. While I was in my own state of mind, the other ones with the heavy guns, were outside taking watch. "You okay in there Conway? I hear sirens. Is Grassboy done yet?" Ryukenji yelled.

I could hear a drilling, but he wasn't done. Just as I was about to answer, I heard the whistle of a tommy gun. "RYUKENJI!!"

2 cop cars were rolled over with bleeding cops at the wheel and one cop on the ground. Ryukenji was on the ground crawling to cover. "You're going to be okay man just take my hand!" Just as I said that Grassboy came out with the duffel bags full of cash.

"Is that all of it?" I asked him.

"No still a shitload left but we don't have much time." Ryukenji got to his feet and I handed him a duffel bag. We were all packed up and sprinted out. In the corner of my eye I saw the old lady getting up and trying to pick up a gun. I decided that this didn't really matter, so I ignored it and dived into the limousine. 

"VIP style, bitches!" I exclaimed to the police officer with his barrel of the gun staring at me. "Oh no you don't pig, that's my job." Each word was said as each shot penetrated his body. We were all in the limousine, and heading back to the safehouse. Before I knew it, the day was over. I was exhausted, but had to get to business. I looked in my bag and had 4.5 million. 1.5 would go to Starshine, and I would keep the rest. I went over to Ryukenji's apartment and noticed something was severely wrong. His whole apartment was trashed and he was nowhere to be found. I found him at the HQ, he was very panicked. 

"They took everything! Motherfuckers! They came around last night and trashed everything. They took all of the cash!"

I walked around and thought, we needed that money. "What did they look like?" I said. 

"Russian guys, wore a jacket with a T on it." Upon hearing this description I jumped into my Ford Model T and went to a loansharking business I knew they owned. They had some mob ties, but they weren't that dangerous. They went by numbers, probably 25 of them ambushed Ryukenji. I walked into the store and made sure I had a molotov cocktail. 

"Where is the fucking cash dickhead?" I said as I pointed a revolver at his face. 

"That's classified to people that don't smell like shit, now get out of here kid." Wasn't good enough for me so I shot him 6 times in the forehead and kicked his body. The money was gone, and I was fucked. I looked in the back of the building and there was a lot of cocaine and cash. I gathered it up, and counted 100k worth of cocaine. The money was roughly 900k. Perhaps the money wasn't gone after all. It was good enough for me so I got out of there, only before lighting the place on fire. I took the cocaine and gave the cash to Ryukenji. I felt like I had killed enough people for the past 48 hours so I paid my tributes, cleaned the cash, and did the usual petty mobster routine. Only after selling all of my coke, however.

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