Two weeks before the bank robbery Me and my five-man team planned it out for two weeks on how we would rob the bank. We watched the bank for two weeks. We tailored the armored cars, the guards, and anyone that had anything to do with the money on the day of the robbery. So, on the day 45 min before the armored car pulls up, We put our mask on,  We're in the getaway car we put our mask on we go and take the cash register and all the coin out of the cash register so then we  went out and as an armored car guy got out of the car we hit him in the head to take the bag of coin getting in the getaway car and driving getting out of town.

I put my mask on when I came to the streets in order to avoid attention. I'd heard there was a big bank robbery and I didnt want to get caught up as an innocent bystander. I noticed TonyTheTailor just stood there, not even wearing a mask. What a fucking goon! I put a second mask on to be safe and to disguise my disguise from anyone watching.

I wished I'd put it on 45 minutes earlier. What if anyone had seen me? I put my mask on again for added security.

I put a mask on.

Then i put another mask.

Then a third mask just in case the first two got compromised.

After that I put a balaclava over all of them. Unfortunately realized i couldn't breathe, so i put a medical mask on for safety.

Still didn't feel it was enough and felt naked. Considering a tear gas mask next.

As the place had ran out of masks because everyone was wearing more than one, Nike painted his face to disguise himself as a comrade.

As the driver was bundled out of the coin car Nike slipped on someone's mask but because everyone was tripled up with masks it was difficult to see who had lost one. He decided to set fire to the mask and put it on his head for 45 minutes but by that time his face had melted and the robbery was over

As Nike painted his face to look like a silly hippy, Spicoli watched from the other side of the street, laughing uncontrollably at all the men who had seemingly lost their minds putting multiple masks on..

Dont they know that double and triple wrapping, only makes things worse.. They will all sweat and leave DNA everywhere. Silly criminals.

Arco had just taken a drag when his eyes caught it—one guy stepping out of the car with a mask already on… then pulling another one down over it. Then another did the same. Then another. All of them.

He stared for a beat, cigarette paused between his fingers, before a rough laugh slipped out of him, smoke spilling from his mouth as he shook his head in disbelief. The street felt like it had turned into some kind of bad joke right in front of him.

He leaned back where he stood, watching the mess unfold, shoulders loose, clearly entertained more than anything else.

“No fucking way,” he muttered under his breath, taking another slow drag.

As the car tore off, Arco let out one more laugh, low and incredulous, and finally said aloud, voice carrying just enough to hear himself over the city noise: “What in the fucking world did I just witness.”

He flicked the ash away and stayed put, grin lingering, wondering if Detroit had finally lost its damn mind.

Arco you forgot your mask, here wear mine I have dribbled in it but should be good for a while.

While everyone was distracted, trying to get their multiple masks on, Shane walked quickly to empty out the bag of coins and replaced them with a bunch of unlit dynamite sticks and glitter bombs. Shane chuckled to himself as he looked into the bag with the haul and saw the easy score. If only he could see the look on Big Jason's face when he realizes the bag he has was no longer full of coins.

Arco stood on the sidewalk, right there in the open, and then it hit him.

The laugh came out hard and loud, sharp enough to turn heads. He bent forward at the waist, one hand braced on his knee as the sound ripped out of him again and again, completely unchecked. It wasn’t polite laughter, or even sane laughter—it was full, hysterical, the kind that took over your whole body whether you wanted it to or not.

People on the street slowed. A couple stopped outright.

A woman passing by stared like he’d lost his mind. A pair of men near the curb exchanged looks, giving him a wide berth. Someone muttered something under their breath as they walked past.

Another one?!

Zakk takes a break from strumming his guitar and says to himself “self, all this mask talk is flaring up my PTSD about the era of Covid”