Fulmineo was sitting in his beat up old ford smoking a cigar. He'd been watching this place for a few weeks now, and he thought that he'd finally figured out their daily schedule. Every day an armored truck from the bank showed up at around 6, an hour before closing time, and two guards promptly emerged from the post office with a duffel bag in each hand. They made the trip from the post office to the truck a few times and after roughly ten minutes, the truck had been fully loaded. After the money was secured and the doors locked, the truck pulled up stakes and headed to the bank, using a predetermined route. This route was key to robbing the shipment with as minimal a risk as possible. If fulmineo timed it just right, he could hit that truck so fast that the guards would be powerless. Before he could do anything, he'd need to find himself a gun and a Much bigger car. And a new cigar.

* a few hours later*

Fulmineo was feeling nervous. He'd knocked over many post offices since he'd turned to a life of crime but the nerves still got to him. Fulmineo had " inquired" after the route the truck was taking, and he'd paid some street urchin to tell him when he saw the truck approaching using the signal they'd arranged.( the signal being the kid runs down to the corner and waves his hand as wildly as possible so as to get his attention.) fulmineo had even calculated the amount of time it would take for the truck to reach the intersection(30 seconds) and he planned to hit the truck with this truck he'd "acquired". Fulmineo gripped the steering wheel even more tightly. Then he saw the kid run down to the corner, arms waving like a mad man. Fulmineo started the car and sped towards the intersection. He timed it perfectly. He crashed into the banks truck at full force. The heads of the occupants slammed into the dashboard. Their heads didn't come back up. Fulmineo rushed out of his car, gun in hand, cigar blazing, He ran to the car, and looked into the cabin of the car. One of the guards was rousing, so fulmineo raised his gun, aimed and took out the guard. And for good measure, he took the other one out as well. Then fulmineo ran to the back of the truck and used his weapon to break the the locks that were in place. Fulmineo ashes his cigar on the side of the wall. After throwing away the cigar stub, fulmineo quickly reached inside and grabbed a duffel with each hand. Earlier, fulmineo had stashed another stolen car nearby and he popped it's trunk and placed the duffel bags inside. He ran back for more, but he could hear sirens in the distance, so he decided he'd settled for the money he already had. Fulmineo got into the car and sped off.

*after the crime*

A few hours later fulmineo returned to the scene of his from. The area had been cordened off, and a crowd had gathered. He'd been hoping for an opportunity to steal the rest of the duffel bags. From what he was hearing, the police only had one suspect. A witness had said that she'd seen a tall young man grabbing some duffels out of the back of the truck. Other than that, they didn't seem to have any other leads.
" whoever this guy was, he had terrible taste in cigars. said one of the detectives. I can smell the damn thing all over the place." Fulmineo immediately lowered the cigar he was smoking and faded into the background. Maybe he'd try for this another time.