(OOC: Open RP)

Marty nodded as he walked into the bank on the corner, a small local bank. Not even FDIC... But it was a bank nonetheless. He didn't have any plans though, hell, he only had a .38 special with 4 shots in it. Not even a full cylinder. Marty approached the counter and looked at the clerk.

Hello miss... I was wondering if I could make a deposit...

Those words were cut off by the front door slamming open, Marty whirled around, not reaching for his gun, just to see who was breaching into the bank. Probably with bad intentions.

tnaryT Burst through the door with his trusty Tommy in his hand. Almost as soon as he enters he opens fire into the air to grab everyone's attention.

Everyone on the ground now! No hero's or you'll be caught 6 feet!

tnaryT knew this place and knew that it's small functionality meant that it would have low traffic and most likely unguarded. However tnaryT did see one man eye balling him from near the teller, who had yet to lay down. tnaryT quickly approaches him.

Jonny leaned over and started to lay on the floor as he eyeballed the robber.

May I help you, kind sir?

Marty put his hands on the floor and slowly lowered himself into a prone position.

From the vehicle parked outside, doogle kept a close eye on his watch...several moments had passed since they set their organized crime plan into motion. He took several deep breaths as he watched the seconds tick by - everythng needed to be perfect to pull this off....

After noticing that the man glaring at him is somewhat compliant, tnaryT quickly paces over to the counter but is still easily distracted by the man still watching his every movement.

tnaryT orders the teller, Everything you got in bag in my hand now. No funny business.

At this point tnaryT checks a clock on the wall behind the counter.

Marty laid prone on the floor as he looked over at his accomplice... Completely anonymous, he didn't even know his name, only his nickname... Marty's was 'M', very original. Either way, as he glanced over to his accomplice, he nodded. A signal, slight, unnoticeable, but a signal. He checked his watch and stayed his role as the helpless customer. Hopefully the robbers only go for the loot in the vault... Greed brings pain... Marty spoke up.

Excuse me, Mr. Robber person. I have to take a piss.

Marty let a cavalier grin cross his face as he announced his bladder importance to the bank robbers... He wondered how they'd react.

tnaryT  heard the request from what was thought to be just a parton of the bank. he knew running the risk of responding to this person would take much need time away from the robbery, however allowing the man to speak without reaction may allow this person to think they maybe able to get away with more than just asking a question...

tnaryT walks over to this person and draws his gun to point it at his head.

Make it quick with the cash.... and you! You say one more word and I swear to God you'll be pissing blood out of your skull!

tnaryT becomes uneasy that someone had the never to speak, on top of the fact that he must draw his attention away from the and everyone else.

Marty proverbially looked at his cards, a five and a six, he chose to double down.

Alright then. Fucking shoot me. Have a murder stacked on an armed robbery, with roughly twenty or more witnesses. One fucking gunshot and any beat cop within 500 feet will be here in a heartbeat, then any police within 5 miles will be here within the next 3 to 10 minutes... Just take the risk, make it life in prison instead of five years...

Marty looked at the robber, and also at the stainless steel tommy gun aimed 4 inches from his right eye.

How about you let me lend you a hand at 20 percent of the take, I'll watch the crowd and you can continue on with your business in getting the cash... Sound good? It'll save you some of the stress, stress causes addiction, which will cause you to spend more of your cut on drugs... What could you lose? And also, do you think you could please get this motherfuckin' gun out of my face?

tnaryT was shocked, not by the way this random pedestrian was talking to him, but at the fact the normal pedestrians wouldn't come up with such an offer. He knew that this had to be a family member of a Detroit syndicate. No matter who this person was,too much time was passing by.

Before acting on the request tnaryT saw the teller had promptly put two bags of money on the table. It was time to move... tnaryT grabs the back of "M's" coat and shirt and lifts him to his feet, keeping his gun pointed to his back,

How about I take you as a hostage and make another 20 percent through ransom.

tnaryT then whispers in his hostage's ear. Just shut up, follow my lead out of here and you'll walk away with a cut like you mentioned.

"I'm gonna make a big deposit today Martha!" Stilnox announced as soon as he entered the bank. His smiling face turned into shock when he sighted Martha laying face down right infront of her table. Stilnox grabbed his money bag and took out his gun. He turned to his left and noticed two men standing 5 feet away from him. One man holding a gun against the other.

"My fucking luck!" Stilnox exclaimed to his self as he silently tried to hide behind a large column.

tnaryT pushes his newly found accomplice away, draws his gun and fires at the column intently missing the unknown target.

You have 3 seconds to drop what you have and leave.

tnaryT now slowly backs towards the money bags placed on a table, thinking and hoping that his accomplice outside heard the shots fired and knows to move to plan b.

Who would have figured, three robberies in one day... Only one that was really initiated... Marty's accomplice probably ditched so he assumed that this new robber was his accomplice, the one that faux-took him hostage. Marty popped up next to T to aim his .38 at the column.

Yeah, what he said...

Marty grinned, this was his first taste of real action.

"Damnit!" He thinks for a sec or two then drops the bag infront of the column then quickly hides his self back again. He wished that this was enough distraction and hoped that both men, since the hostage suddenly fired his way, would forget about him.

"Stop shooting! You have what you want!" He took a peek and looked at Martha. Martha was winked at him then stared at the large painting on the wall just to the right of the two men.

It took awhile before Stilnox realized that the robbers did not know where the real loot is hidden.

"You have what you want. Now leave before anyone gets hurt!"

Marty saw stil glance around, then he attempted to rush them out... As much as they should leave... Marty didn't want to obey an enemy.

Fuck you. Is that a threat I hear? It's two against one, man. I suggest you watch your tongue before you get a papercut.

As Marty says that, he drops a $5 bill on the floor as an effect. Then he stares intently into Stil's eyes, keeping his aim on his chest... He figures that he looked real badass, in a bank, standoff style, keeping his .38 on this unknown man.

tnaryT knew by now the police must have been notified that shots were fired was almost certain they would be here at any moment. With this in mind grabs the bag of money laid out on the table and nods at "M" to grab the loot on the floor

After making this gesture tnaryT begins to notice that his bag seems a lil light and the bag the stranger left on the floor looks a lil more full.

He could hear the sirens now. Nothing chilled his blood other than the idea of getting caught.

"Fuck this!" He exclaimed as he reached for the bag on the floor, then quickly throwing it to Marty in one single motion. Marty got distracted, looking undecided whether to catch the money bag or keep aiming at Stilnox. This was the moment Stilnox was waiting for. He squeezed the trigger, releasing two shots, then dives towards the left column. He saw Marty fall, both hands clutching his abdomen.

Stilnox can hear the sirens going louder. He shouts a quick offer to the other robber.

"Take my money bag and go. Run before the cops arrive. I won't shoot you."