Sweeney holds the balaclavas in his hand while still leaning back on his seat.

Alright. We almost there? Want to get this road trip on the fun track.

Haha, oright then. Im ready and im assuming you are. Let's get this shit outta the way and then we can get back on the chase. 

Castro opens the driver's door and steps out of the vehicle. 

And hey, Sweeney. Keep it cool. By the way, the money's getting split 50/50.

Castro, watches as Sweeney begins to argue. But shuts the door on him. 

Stop whining and let's go. 

Sweeney opens the door and takes a drink of his mtn dew then puts it back in the drink holder. He gets up using the door to lift him up.

Muttering to himself.

Bullshit. My money.

Sweeney follows Castro to the door.

That mtn. dew's gonna kill you one day. 

Castro, says shaking his head as Sweeney steps out of the car. The two men jog to the other-side of the road as a car nearly misses them. Castro, picks up his gun to shoot at the car but Sweeney grabs him and tells him to calm down.

Fucking Cunt! Anyways, you go in. I'll go in after you

Sweeney grabs Castro and puts his gun down.

Dude! We need the money. Come on!

Sweeney walks back in the pasanger side of the car with Castro going to Drivers Seat.

Oright listen he's in the shop imma go park round the back. You can go from here.

Sweeney nods his head and exits the car. Castro, proceeds to drive around the back. As he does so he sees a two men in black in a black-car watching, following Castro as he goes into the car-park.

Shit! Looks like trouble. 

Castro makes sure his balaclava is tightly onto his face and pretends he doesn't notice. He puts his 9mm into it's holster with the safety off and holds his shot-gun in his hand. Ready to fire if need be.  He slowl opens the door and finds Sweeney calmly talking to the guy. He watches as Sweeney gives him a little wink and Castro begins smashing the shop down using his shotgun as a bat. The old man begins shouting but Sweeney holds him back. Castro then stops and gives the two men a chance to speak.

Sweeney stands there with Castro with a browning in his hand. He puts the gun to one of them mens head. The one that owes him money.

You...I want my 300 thousand.

Sweeney looks over to Castro.

Eh. I'm not to good at this stuff. You can do it.

Sweeney goes sit in a chair behind Castro.

Castro smiles behind his balaclava but to the people on the other side of the mask it left a menacing face. He aimed his shotgun just above the man's head and fired 3 rounds. The man stood perfectly still in shock.

You. Money. NOOOWWWW!!!!

Castro shouted. This isn't working Castro thought. He slung his shotgun over his left shoulder and took out his 9mm handgun from his right holster. He aimed and fired at the old man's leg which led to him dropping to the floor. He began to shout in pain and pointed to a painting behind the till. Castro, walked over and ripped the painting of the two-naked women off from the wall and threw it to sweeney. Who then smashed it on the old man's head. Castro then found a safe. 

What's the fuckin' code then. 

9....1......5.....8....4....3.....5.....5....0 

The old man wheezed. Castro, punched in the digits and vwoilah. The safe creaked open. Inside was a lot more than 300k. It looked to be in the millions. Castro and Sweeney couldn't believe their eyes. They picked up 4 duffel bags from behind the counter and began loading the money. Once finished, Castro threw one bag over to the old man. 

Pay for your hospital bills. 

Castro, pulled Sweeney over to one corner before leaving the shop.

Listen, it's not over yet. Two guys were following me earlier, now i've been in this business for too long and I know never to trust things like that. Their probably waiting outback for us. Were just gonna rob another car and skidaddle. You ready. 

Sweeney hands the bags to Castro. Then, pulls out a cop's hat out.

Best way to get a car. Just saying.

Sweeney goes to the sidewalk and gets in front of a car.

LAPD ma'am. Me and my partner needs this car.

Sweeney and Castro put in the bags in the back.

You can drive.

Aldo looks at Cross.

They have been in that building for a long fuckin' time. You think they ran? Let's go.

Aldo drove out of the parking garage to see two police officers commandeer a vehicle. Aldo looked at cross.

I think they ran... Next plan?

Aldo sat idling on the side of the street until one cop looked up at them and Aldo saw his face, it was Sweeney. Aldo did business with him a while back, why would Sweeney try to kill them...

Hmm. That's them. Cross, what do you think we do?

Cross glanced at Aldo then back to Sweeney

I wonder whats in the bags. Can you distract them for a minute. Thanks

Before Aldo could reply Cross was on the other side of the road trying to sneak up on Sweeney

Aldo jumped out of his car, and while standing behind his open door, he whistled sharply.

Hey! Coppers!

Castro, didn't look back ignoring someone calling for the coppers. He had his finger firmly on the trigger and the safety was already off on his shotgun. 

Err... go away.. Police business.. err.. very busy.. call 912.. i mean 911 for any help.

Castro, then turned around and fired a shot. He threw his bags into the car and watched Sweeney fire back aswell.

Shit!

It was Aldo and that Geezer.

Hey Sweeney, you take Aldo and corner him imma take this one. I  wanna take him for a ... ride. 

Aldo sees shots fired at him so he pulls out his .45, he aims up but the gun jammed. The slide was stuck and there was no time for field repair. He threw the gun at Castro and ran into a back alley. He tried jimmying the only door there, but it was locked, and at the end was a brick wall... He was stuck.

Cross jumped for cover behind a parked car when he heard the shots go off. He ripped his pistol from it's holster and popped up from behind the car, firing at the two men as he ran to another parked car a bit closer to Sweeney.