The heavy metal of the cold silver pistol slams on the grey shallow table. With only one light in the dark room it shines directly onto the man with the white scarf and the black fedora hat.

" Well alright, because of the fact that where sitting in a dark stinking room in the back of an old shitty billiard hall, I sense that you desperate fucks want to make some money. Am I right or am I right? Good, now before a single word comes out of a filthy fucking mouth I want to know who is in.. annnd who is out. "

As you stand in a line, or more like a crooked fucked up line, you and five other men look at each other and nod.

"Good, then it's fight club. There is no going back from this point gentelman. But now before I get too excited and have to change underwear because I managed to pop a woody. What is it that we are going to do? Well see that's always easy to say, but how were going to do it, is the right question. How are we going to rob a bank?"

The aroma in the room turns cold when those last words were said.. The way it was said. So chilling it sent goosebumps like a wave hitting a cliff side through out the room until it hit the last person.

"Now we are not just robbing any bank, no no no. I'm not going to keep on doing this like my boy John Dillinger. Id rather hit the stakes high and go home. Because I go in and I pull out, now I wouldn't say simple as that because that's how my son was accidentally born but we'll go to the personal stuff later. The man pulls a cigar out of his pocket and lights it with a zippo lighter with an ace on it. Gentlemen we are robbing one of the highest security banks in the west. The California National Bank. Now maybe you are wondering why is this one so important, so special. Well we all watch movies right? We know most movies are done by actors.. right? Well this bank has the trust of almost every wealthy celebrity in america today gentlemen. We go in there, it is estimated that we can cash in $5,000,000 dollars. But big pay are worth long odds, this place has it locked down to the bone. The man in a swift single motion grabs the blue prints of the bank and slams them on the table But that does not mean it can't be done. Around the perimeter, there is 5 guards. One on each corner of the building and one on the enterance. They are armed with fully automatic Thompson machine guns. Each with drum clips for extra ammo. But getting passed the guards is the easy part. Once inside there will be 2 main vaults on each end of the bank. One is where the money is stashed. The other is where the juicy stuff is, all the safe deposits, jewelry, deeds, old collectible porno magazines, the good stuff. Now the main lobby just like in any other bank there will be civilians, we will take hostages and round them up. Any sudden moves, you blow there arms off first. Next is to the face. This will allow us time with the police if things get heavy. Which it won't because our plan is to go in there in 1:45 seconds, that's how long we have before it takes a police force to show up at the doors and we have a bloody mess on our hands. So how are we getting passed those guards? Simple, they are all by themselves. One corner only has the view of one side he has to look completely to his left or right to catch a look of his fellow guard. So we start from the front and make our move from both sides. We take guard one, then both squads depart, one takes right flank , other takes left. From there boom guard two, and three. Move up and at the same time, not a second sooner or after we will take guard's 4, and 5. They will soon be part of the hostages. Now after we get the guards from the outside, we move on in, we take the front entrance, same teams that took the guards will do the same for the left and right breaching. I will then fire rounds into the air to mean we are business. After we take the hostages, we will then plant TNT explosives on the vaults and get inside, it will take atleast 50 pounds of TNT to blow one up, that's why I will provide with a hundred pounds of it. After vaults are set and done we will get the goods and take a hostage with us. Soon we will have a van waiting outside where we will hit top speed in the Santa Monica beach where there will be a boat waiting for us ready to take us down the California coast where we will departure in Long Beach. We split the money and go our separate ways where I will provide a driver for anywhere you may want to go. Also we do not kill any civilians in the process we detain them and unless they don't follow the warning then it is fair game. We are robbers, not murders."

One of the guys clears his throat "Lets say the worst of the worst comes into play, and the cops show up, what then?"

Atomic smiles "Glad you asked, see I am a reasonable man, and I know that things can go for the worst but a positive mindset is the key to go. But if they decide to breach then a bullet hole mind set will be there way to go. I will have a LMG set up right behind the main desk facing the entrance. This machine gun has armor piercing rounds so they will go down in seconds. Also hostages are our win win. They will not want to danger the life of a hostage. This all helps my amazing plan. Plan B will be called "Smoke and Cover" The man reaches in his back pocket and pulls out to what is to appear as a grenade. "Holly shit" one of the guys said as they back up
"Calm down gentlemen, this baby right here is a smoke grenade. my lovely cover of joy. It's simple, we take 3 hostages and put a ski mask on them, now we tie them to chairs behind the desks so they can't move or anything, then we mount Thompson onto the tables so it looks like they are pointing right at the door. After that we change into civilian cloths, then deploy these babies and make smoke like a 4/20 pot fest. Then we walk out frighten like the rest of them and go down the street where we will pull of into the vehicle and leave."

The man gets up and starts walking to a corner of the room where there is wooded boxes stacked up upon each other "Now you guys know I like the good stuff!" He flings open the top with such force, it goes flying accross the room. Everyone glances at the boxes with a fascinated stare. "These my good friends are my babys."
The Box Contained the following:

. Thompson Automatic Machine Guns
. 100 pounds of Explosive TNT
. Lewis LMG
. Colt .45
. Bar Assualt Rifle
. Springfield Sniper Rifle- Fully stocked with silencer, and long range scope.

"So now take your pick, who ever is still up to the task , sign your name and choose your weapon. There's scotch and fake tits for us to celebrate. Let's make it a good one, because we may not all come back home. We start at dawn tomorrow. "

Irish inspects the contents of the box, he turns to atomic.

I have military combat experience. How 'bout that B.A.R.

Calogero steps forward.

I am your man for the stealthy work. I would be able to subdue the guards with a couple quick shots from the .45, but I'd prefer to use my own gun.

He unbuttons his suit jacket and reveals an easily concealable Colt 1903 .32 ACP equipped with a noise and flash supressor.

Now I realize this doesn't look like much, and it's only accurate and potent from short range, but in my hands it'll drop a man from 25 feet without making a sound.

I suppose I'll also bring my old lupara, just in case anything goes wrong.

Atomic goes up to an Irish looking man and stares at him. As they make eye contact, Atomic reaches slowly into his coat pocket.. he pulls out a cigar and his Ace military lighter

"Thought we'd get one of you here. Marines, Bravo company". Welcome aboard. Nice to know we got someone that actually knows how to use a gun and not a pee shooter.. Smoke?"


As Atomic hands Irish a BAR automatic, he sees another man walk in.

Atomic light's another cigar as he hears what this man named Cal has to offer.

"Interesting. Were going to need someone in the art of stealth. As for the killing of the guards.. Were not going to kill any of them, but like I said they don't follow orders you will have the green light. When we get to the guards they won't even know what hit them before they feel the cold barrel of a silenced pistol in the back of their skull. They make a noise we blast them, but not anytime before. It's capital murder if you kill an officer and I don't want that in my hand if we get caught. That's the chair"

Atomic goes to the second wooden box and pulls out ski masks and bullet proof vest. Color Black.
He throws them to both of the new faces

"Here put these on, were gonna need to be sneaky if were getting around these bastards."

Calogero smiles. He stares into space a moment, disconnected.

This reminds me of my days in Sicily. I used to sneak with my brother into Savini's vineyard. We would try to steal some of the newly fermented wines to sell. Same principle here, just with a couple firearms and a lot more security.

He looks at Atomic and the Irishman.

I have no doubt that we will succeed, gentlemen.

Calogero slips the vest on and presses a shell into his sawn off lupara.

Jonny walks in, with a journal in hand, it was his great great grandfather's. He robbed a bank and kept a written account of it. Jonny also wore his great great grandfather's suit, the same one he used to rob that bank.

Hey Atomic, I heard through the vine that you were planning a robbery... I'm with you...

Jonny approaches the Arms Table and puts ten pounds of TNT in his knapsack. Then he picks up a thompson and aims down the sights.

Reminds me of the war.

Jonny sees the other two men talking about military days.

United States Army, I was a leuitenant in the fourth batallion, 28th infantry. We faught on the front lines in france. I was a trench rat. Got a nasty infection though, let me tell you what...

Calogero looks up at Jonny, with growing interest.

What happened during the war, Jonny? Was it the gas? Those trenches were pure hell.

Ain't that the truth. No, By the end of the war, I was the only survivor of the gas in my squad of eight... They attacked at night... The rest couldn't reach their masks in time...

Jonny trails off and his eyes glaze over... Then he refocuses on Calo.

But no, I got a mild irritation on my foot, from the mud. The conditions were shit, imagine sleeping in dirt, bloody fingernails, dirt all over, and wounds you got became infected. Thankfully they got the infection with pennacillin before it needed amputation... Were you in the service?

No, I never was. Too young for it, actually...but I've heard the many stories. You men have my respect though, and I know your military experience will prove to be most useful in this job.

True... But actually,

Jonny turns to Atomic.

What kind of robbery is this? An open day hiest, or a stealthy one... If it's stealth, well, I had a few drinks with an ex-spy after the war and he taught me some tricks, and if it's a broad daylight hiest, I can also do crowd control.

Jonny tosses the journal onto the Arms Table. ( http://mafiareturns.com/comm/thread/138704 )

That's my grandfather's journal if you want to take a glance at it...

Jonny looks at Calo.

His accomplice shares your name.

Jonny chuckles. Then takes a seat in the room.

Irish looks at atomic, he smiles knwing there's another Marine in the room.

"6th Marines, 2nd Battalion" Irish then begins putting on his bullet proof vest and turns to Jonny.

Conditions were shitty in those damn trenches, worse than on the island. If nobody knows how to use TNT i will do it,  we need to get this hiest going.

Irish then sorts through his guns and ammo

Atomic get's up from the chair where he took a quick nap.

"Sorry about that, boy needs his rest before the big game."

He goes to the blinds and with two fingers peeks through and sees the bank about half a mile away. The sun was starting to come up. Atomic then checks his time on the watch

"I think were ready men. I have been observing what you all have to bring to the table. I will assemble all in groups. One is Alpha squad, other is Bravo. Plus by what you have all told me I will be assigning all of you the task that I will need to have performed."

Atomic reaches back for the blue prints of the bank and lays it on the table.

"Alright, Irish your coming with me. We will take the left side after I grab the first guard. When it's all said and done we will all proceed forward on each side. I am a master at stealth and my firearm capability is at it's pin point best. But I still need an assault rifle guy watching my back when we take the guards. Cal you will be Bravo squad, you will take the right flank. Since you are the experienced in the range of stealth I will put you in command of Bravo on the right side. Johnny, you are also a very skilled infantry fighter and we need our backs watched at all time."

Atomic reaches for a cigar and light's it, then grabs the 90 pounds of TNT left. He gives 40 to Johnny

"We use 50 pounds, no fucking cherry bombs are blowing those suckers up."

"Irish you said you good with explosives? Then you take the second vault."

"Cal, im putting you in charge of the main entrance, this jobs important bro, ANY body comes through that fucking door you shoot" Atomic pulls out a lock

"This bitch is going to be locked tight so it will take breaching to bust in, and you will hear them pounding on the bitch before it can be opened."

"As for me I will be the first to fire shots in the air, and round up hostages. This needs to be done in 1:45 seconds men, dont fuck up. Don't fire ANY rounds unless cops shows up or if they have been giving a warning to stay put and they fuck up."

You hear a violent clock, and Atomic raises his Thompson Machine gun in the air

"Lets move out."

Atomic puts his ski mask on and opens the van doors

"Alright Bravo team you guys wait in those bushes and wait for my go."

Atomic starts creeping by the side of the bushes, and in a snake strike moment he grabs the guard and throws him into the bushes

"Don't Fucken move or ill make pasta sauce out of your fucking brain you hear me"

Atomic gets up and gives a hand signal to move forward. He then starts heading towards the left side, and Irish then joins in close behind

Jonny creeps towards the guard and steals his standard .38 pistol. Then leans on the wall next to the enterance and lights up a cheap cigar. Then waits while occasionally glancing at the guard.

Atomic starts crawling prone style towards the next guard, he checks his watch, 13 seconds has past. He then starts going faster towards guard two. As he creeped behind him a twig manges to break and the guards head towrds violently to Atomic and Irish

"Oh shit, roll!" The guard raises his automatic, the motion was so slow in Atomics eyes. Never before has he actually faced death himself. His face turned pale, The guard finger manages to find the trigger. It layed so soft on it the muscles were ready to tense and shoot, but then a bullet flys right to the mans forhead.. Silence, and the man drops.

Irish's silent pistol had smoke coming on the end of the barrel.

He just saved my ass.

"I owe you one, lets go on."

Jonny glances at his watch and mutters under his breath...

Alright. Where's the signal...

Jonny looks back at the guard and takes another drag off of his cigar.

Atomic rushes and sees Johnny and gives him the signal


"Shit 30 seconds we need to meet back already at the front foor"

Atomic puts good faith in johnnys hands and heads out towards the main enterance, ready to breach

Lets do it.

Jonny checks his Tommy gun, thoroughly tucked away in his jacket, along with the pistol and his .45. Then he goes in and instantly walks three feet to the left where the pens and table is, waiting for atomic, and to cover the front door if anyone tries to escape.

Meanwhile, Calogero, who as been keeping the perimeter secure, heads to get the armored van for the money. He would have preferred his 12-cylinder Packard, but the van was more suitable for the job. He checked his watch.

They should be out here relatively soon...

Suddenly, in the darkness a figure walks towards Calogero. Tightening his grip on his Colt, he grimaces and awaits.

Atomic walks right behind, TIME 1:00 He then raises his Thompson and shoots at the roof

"ALL RIGHT ALL YOU MOTHER FUCKERS GET ON THE GROUND, THE OBVIOUSLY IS A FUCKEN ROBBERY, ANY MOVES AND FUCKEN HEROS AND WELL HAVE TO PUT A NICE LITTLE HOLE IN A FUCKEN BRAIN OF YOURS. LIFE OR MONEY YOUR CHOICE NOT MINE."

Atomic sets the Heavy Light Machine gun right behind the main desk and has Irish sit on it, he then points at the two vaults and with the dynamite in both duffale bags he gives them to Johnny and Irish.

"Go plant them ill keep the hostages rounded up yall know the postions"

Atomic looks at his watch

TIME 1:15