Sammy let out a long puff of smoke after taking a deep drag on his cigar. He hadn't felt this nervous in years. His palms were getting sweatier by the second, and he could almost feel his hair becoming sticky underneath his hat. He was starting to doubt whether he should be going through with this, and whether it was a good idea to even be considering it. He took another long drag on his cigar, and stubbed it out on the wall he had been leaning on. After a few minutes of mulling the idea over some more in his head, he sighed, and started on his way.

After a few blocks, Sammy's pace started slowing, as he knew he was getting closer and closer to his destination. He started going over his plan, muttering each detail to himself, and thinking about the equipment he needed, and whether he had all of it. A few more blocks later, Sammy stopped and looked up at the big building in front of him, City Bank. He took another deep breath, and considered his plan one last time.

Just as he was about to walk towards the bank, something stopped him, he didn't know what it was, but something was telling him that this just couldn't be done by one person. He knew it was true, why hadn't he taken any notice of what his gut was telling him. If he was going to pull this off, he'd need some help from a few friends.

Sammy turned his back on the bank, and made his way to the families HQ. He knew of a couple of people there who would be more than happy to help. He walked into the HQ, and then to the living quarters, he noticed JoeVega and Seraph hanging around, and walked over to them.

"Psst, Joe, Seraph, over here." Sammy whispered to them, and ushered them over.

"I'm putting together a small team, I've got a plan, and the equipment, all I need are a few extra bodies, you game?"

Joe and Seraph both nodded to Sammy, and Sammy nodded back

"Right, that's good to hear. Seraph, here's the equipment, you'll be cracking into the safe."

Sammy hands a duffle bag over to Seraph, full of safe cracking equipment.

"I'm going to go and speak to another friend about a getaway driver, we'll come and pick you up within the hour"

Sammy nodded again to Seraph and Joe, and exited the living quarters, and the Outlaws HQ. Walking a few blocks down to another New York HQ, Sammy knocked on the front doors.

"What'cha want?" A loud voice echoed from behind the doors

"I need to speak with Lancelot, it's important" Replied Sammy

"Get lost" The voice bellowed back

"Can I know who I'm speaking to? I'd like to be able to tell Lancelot what silly bastard stopped him earning a large sum of money" Sammy sniggered under his breath

"Oh, you said Lancelot sure sure, come on in and wait near the door"

The large doors opened, and Sammy stepped inside, the large man closed the door behind him, before walking slowly down the hallway, presumably to Lancelot's office. As instructed, Sammy waited by the door. After a short while, Lancelot began walking towards him, his doorman behind him

"So, you wanted to speak to me?"

"Yes, I have a proposition for you, but, could we have some privacy?"

Lancelot motioned to the doorman, and he nodded and walked back down the corridor.

"I've put a little team together, there are three of us so far, and we're in need of a getaway driver. A little bird told me you were quite the escapologist back in your day, what do you think?"

Lancelot poised the proposition for a second, before nodding to Sammy. Sammy nodded in return, and handed him the keys to a car he had outside.

"We'll need to go and pick the other two up first, I've told them we wouldn't be long"

Lancelot nodded again and Sammy and him walked outside and got into the car. They drove to the Outlaws HQ, picked up Seraph, Joe and the equipment, and made their way to the bank. Once there, Lancelot turned the ignition off, and Sammy turned in his seat to face the rest of his team

"Right, here's how it's going to work. We'll all go in together, not guns blazing, I want this done with as least casualties as possible, we don't need more heat than we are already going to get. When we're in, Seraph, you'll go to the vault, and start cracking the safe. Me, Lancelot and Joe will hold down the lobby and make sure things are going smoothly. I'll come and check on you every few minutes Seraph, just to check things are going right."

Sammy let out a long sigh, and opened his door

"Leave the equipment in the car for the time being Seraph, you can come and retrieve it once we've got the lobby calmed down. Are we ready? Right, let's go"

The four of them exited the car, and walked up the steps to the bank, opening the front doors and approaching various clerks. Within a split second, Sammy had pulled his gun out, pointing it at the clerk in front of him, while taking his secondary firearm out and pointing it at another clerk

"Easy lad, easy. No one needs to get hurt here."

JV followed Sammy's lead. He took out his trusty pistol and pointed it at the security guards.

Drop your weapons and put your good for nothin hands up in the air!!!! This is a hold up for hell's sake! Dont push it, pal. You don't wanna hurt nobody, do you?

While saying that, he takes out another gun and points it at an innocent customer. The guards knew better and put their weapons on the floor. JV stares smugly at the fat guard standing closest to him.

The guns ain't gonna walk to me by themselves, Humpty Dumpty! Now why don't you use that fat legs of yours to shove the guns towards me?

The guard hesitates. JV stares at him coldly. He point the gun at a customer.

Do it, or some innocent blood would be spilt...

The guard obliges. JV picks up the two barrel shotgun and tosses one to Sammy. He keeps his pistol back in his jacket and picks up the shot gun. He points it at random people, without losing his attentions towards the guards.

Nobody move a muscle! Everybody back up against the wall!

His eyes scan over the masses cautiously to see if anyone makes a move. He turns towards the guards.

Do I have to give you special invitations? Up against the wall, you scumbags.

One of the clerks catch his attention.

If you have any bright ideas, you must flush them down the drain. Get you ass outta the counter and go up against the wall.

He keeps his weapons pointed at the people.

With a confident smile on her face, Seraphina takes a step past the boys, taking off her gloves and stuffing them into the pockets of her coat.

Well, gentlemen, looks like you have things well under control here. I'm going to go have a look at this lovely vault.

Tossing her coat over one of the counters, she slips through the wrought iron gateway leading back to the vault. Two guards are crouched on the ground on either side of the door. One of them glances up as she stands there examining the lock. Feeling his gaze and aware that she is wearing a skirt, Seraph looks down and raises an eyebrow.

I'm sure you're enjoying the show, doughboy, but I would suggest you avert your eyes unless you want me to blow them out of your skull.

The guard quickly does as suggested, and Seraph finishes a quick analysis of the lock and the style of the door. She turns back to the guys.

Its gonna take a minute, but I can do it. You keep these fine folks entertained while I go and get my toys from the car, ok?

With that, heads back to the door, kicking the peeping guard in the ribs as she goes by.

Hiding his face with a balaclava so as not to be recognised Lancelot pulls his TommyGun from inside his overcoat "Ok you know the drill move and i will fill you with lead" he yells out as Sammy and JV collect the guards guns, waving his gun from side to side he orders all of the guards into one corner and the customers and bank staff into the other.

"Sammy you watch the guards if one so much as moves a muscle blow his brains all over floor, JV you take care of the rest anyone wants to play the hero drop them and another for good measure" Lancelot said loudly, "We are not mass murderers" exclaimed JV, Lancelot looks at him and shakes his head "No we are not but by killing two for ones mistake will make each of them stop the other from doing something stupid" realising Lancelots methology JV nods in agreement.

Walking over to the main doors Lancelot throws the bolt across and flips the open sign over to closed "Right i'll hold the entrance, no one comes in no one goes out, lets just get this done as fast as possible and get the fuck out of here" Lancelot looks down at his watch and gives Sammy a nod "We got 5 minutes before the next patrol car passes by, we dont want to be here when it does"

Sammy's face changed from one of certainty to one of uncertainty. five minutes is all they had before the whole plan was pretty much in ruins. He swallowed hard.

"Alright, this is how it's going to go down. JV, you keep the hostages up against the wall, and keep them quiet. As Lancelot said, if anybody tries anything, shoot two of them. Lancelot, you start going through the cash registers behind the desks, I'm sure there's a tonne of money in there."

Sammy sighed, as Lancelot and JV followed their order. He then made his way over to the vault where Seraph was working on cracking it.

"So how's it going with the vault so far, Seraph? Please tell me that we're going to be done in the next five minutes, we can't afford for the police to show up."

Seraph, who is crouched in front of the vault door with a stethescope in her ears, looks back over her shoulder.

We're going to be here for dinner if the guys don't can it with the yelling.

Turning back to the large dial on the vault door, she listens carefully. Finally, she makes out the last click and repeats the three numbers she's learned.

82..71...65...

She clears dial, then begins to turn it again with the number sequence. There is a loud, metallic clank from the door of the vault. Standing, Seraph takes the door and gives it a tug. There is a loud creak that echos through the building. The vault door opens to a huge room full of deposit boxes. Seraph grabs her bag of tools and follows Sammy in.

What was Durden's box number- 2802?

She scans the walls of boxes and finds number 2802, just below eye level on the far wall. She drops the bag and pulls out two, small instruments- one that is something like a pair of tweezers and the other a thin, metal rod. She goes to work trying to pick the lock.

JV paces back and forth by the way against which all the customers and clerks were lined up. He clearly wasn't used to shooting civilians without a reason but he couldn't argue at this point. As much as he'd like to object, Lancelot was right. It would surely be an advantage if the people were co-operative. He spots a young lady crying in one corner. He walks over to her.

What are you weeping for, lady? If you co-operate to us, there is no reason for us to hurt you. Do you understand?

The lady nods but continues weeping. JV points his gun at her.

The hell did I just say? You keep your annoying mouth shut, you get outta here alive. You got it? Now if I were you, I'd oblige.

He points his gun at the man crouched next to her.

Its your job to see to it that the lady doesn't cry. Or you die along with her.

The man hurriedly muffles the lady's sobs with his hand, with a look of terror in his eyes. JV sniggers. He liked the idea of himself being a badass. It wasn't such a bad idea after all. He walks towards the clerk whom he ordered to come out of his counter.

Now, see to it that none of the clerks or anybody for that matter come up with any bright ideas. Cause it would be too late for y'all to realize that when you're swimming in a pool of blood, alive or dead.

He gets ups and looks at his watch. He turns to Lancelot. 

As much as I love the thrill and adrenaline rush of crime life, I hope our plans go on smoothly and we get outta here alive.

Warped sips her coffee from across the street as she watches a robbery in progress. Why people are targeting banks when the post offices are much better targets these days is beyond her. She checks her watch and looks down the street. These guys are lucky the local patrol is running a few minutes late. They are taking way longer than they should have for this.

Just as she thinks they are lucky, Warped sees their luck is about to run out. The local patrol just became visible in the distance. Warped continues watching. This might be good. She always enjoyed a good shootout.

Stuffing the remainder of the cash from the cash registers into a bag Lancelot looks at his watch again "Times up we got to get the fuck outta here" he shouts as he makes his way over to the entrance and has a look outside through the glass, spotting the patrol car coming down the street Lancelot moves out of sight keeping a close eye on the approaching vehicle "Looks like we got company, we got a patrol car headed this way, everyone stay down and shut the fuck up one false move and i swear i'll kill you all".

Lancelot watches as the car slows as it passes the bank and then carries on into the distance, "Ok looks like he's gone, are we done yet?", Lancelot makes his way over to Seraph in the vault "How much longer?, we got to get moving", Seraph looks at him with a smile "Looks like we found more than we bargained for" she passes over a big brown envelope "get a load of that, seems Tyler has his hands into all sorts" she said quietly, Lancelot looks into the envelope his eyes lighting up as he see's its contents "what the fuck?" he's says with a surprised look "I think you better come take a look at this Sammy", as Sammy starts to make his way over to the vault the sounds of sirens can be heard getting closer by the second, "Fuck fuck fuck!" shouts JV "they know we are here, one just pulled up outside now what we going to do".

Running over to the entrance Lancelot peers through the glass and watches as more patrol cars turn up counting them as they did "Right we got 6 cars and about 10 armed officers, stay calm and let me think, they wont come in as we have too many hostages so we just got to think of a way out", as he continued to watch the police shut off the road and take positions behind their cars Lancelot noticed his LHW Warped sat outside a coffee shop across the road "Thats it" he thought to himself "if only i can get a message to her".

Vincent was walking along when he see all these police car's pull up he looks over to the bank and see Lancelot and Sammy is stuck in there.

Vince stands for a moment thunking of what he can do to help them get away safe and sound, ah thats it he mumbled to himsalf he jumps into the car parked up just round the block drive's to the street were the bank is pulls up looking at the blocks that the police have set reving the car he gets one of the sgt's to look his way as he slams the car into drive and guns for the police gunning down a few of them down hopeing that it would make a time window for the guys to escape, as i look up in my mirror i see a few blue lights flashing behnd me thinks to himsalf hmm did it work?

Sammy, after looking at the contents of Durden's safe deposit box, walks back into the lobby.

"Yes yes, we have patrol cars, this I'm aware of. We need a plan, and we need one fast."

Sammy begins pacing the lobby, trying to come up with a make shift plan on how they were going to get out of here alive, there wasn't much he could think of, they were surrounded. No back door, no side door, no roof vent. What the fuck were they supposed to do?

"Any help with the plan would be greatly appreciated guys."

Suddenly, Sammy stops dead in his tracks.

"Wait, I've got it. Lancelot, open the door slightly for me, I'm going to peer out. Make sure you don't open it too much though, we can't give them the slightest chance"

Lancelot nods, and they both walk over to the door. As Lancelot opens it, Sammy sticks his head out.

"Right! Listen up you pigs! We don't want to hurt anybody, the less blood shed the better in my opinion, so here's what is going to happen."

Sammy takes a deep breath, licks his lips, and continues.

"My accomplice here is going to walk out to our vehicle. He is going to do this, without being approached by any of you. There will be a hostage with him, and he has the strictest instructions to shoot her at the nearest sign of advancement from any of you"

The various police officers looks at each other, as Sammy continues.

"If any of you should think it a good idea to follow this car, think again. Any view of you in his rear mirror, the hostage will be shot. As this is happening, you are all going to drop your weapons, and we are going to walk out of this bank, unharmed. Again, I do not need to remind you how many hostages we have, and their blood will be on your hands."

What Sammy assumes is the leader of the police operation, then speaks.

"Alright son, we'll leave you be, just don't harm any of these nice people"

Sammy smirks, and leans back inside the door.

"Right, Lancelot, you need to take a hostage to the car, and drive it around the block, wait for us a couple of blocks away and we'll meet you there with the cash and the contents of the safety deposit boxes. Seraph, start loading up the bags. JV keep an eye on the cops outside while Lancelot gets to the car. I'll keep an eye on the hostages while it all goes down. Let's do this thing people."

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Warped watches as a known NY Mafia man sticks his head out the door and delivers a message to the police. She had no idea that her city was involved in this! She moves towards the door and waits to see what happens.

The police are not more than 20 feet in front of her. They are facing the bank with their guns still drawn. She is not liking this! Warped checks her gun. 6 shots and 6 more in her pocket. She is very disappointed that she is not prepared for this! She has mastered the art of loading this particular gun. She figures she can get 9 shots off before they figure out where they came from. A cursory count has 12 cops out there.

Warped looks at the waitress and raises a finger to her lips. The waitress quickly disappears into the back as Warped the door open with her foot and draws her gun. This will be like shooting fish in a barrel if these cops do anything stupid. She has her fellow New Yorker's backs!

Seraph casts a worried glance at Sammy.

I don't know about this. Those cops were awfully quick to comply. I know Joe is a good shot, but there's 6 more cops out there than there are of us. It just seems too easy that they're letting us stroll out the back and down the street.

She begins gathering the various sacks of cash and other goods they'd gotten and piling them near the back door.

Lancelot paces up and down deep in thought, for he too thought the police were being overly compliant, pausing for a few seconds he then makes his way over to Sammy and Seraph.

"Looks like we need another plan of action, im not happy with going out there and leaving you all here something just doesn't feel right" he said as he approached the pair, "i think maybe we need to take a closer look inside that envelope", nodding in agreement Sammy turned to Seraph and pointed to a little side room at end of the bank "Take it in there and have a good look through it, im going to assess our options".

Taking the envelope and making her way to the small room, Seraph was too occupied with its contents to notice the man sat quietly in the corner reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a pistol which was now pointed straight at her, BANG! BANG! two shots echoed around the bank as Seraph collapsed into a pool of blood, as the man swung around to shoot at Sammy and Lancelot his eyes widened with fear and his jaw dropped, Lancelot already had his Tommy gun pointed straight at him, he never even heard the shots as bullet after bullet tore through his body, he was dead before he hit the ground!

Sammy looked over at Seraph, who was now struggling to breath, as she continued to lose more and more blood. Sammy ran over to here, and leant her up again a wall, putting his jacket around her for warmth.

"Don't worry Seraph, we're going to get you to a hospital as soon as is humanly possible."

Sammy picked the envelope up, which had fallen to the floor, and began reading it's contents.

"Oh wow. This is golden."

Sammy walked over to Lancelot and JV, smiling as he did so.

"I think I know why the police were so easy to comply guys. It seems Mr Durden and the Police Chief have a few similar interests."

Sammy hands the envelope to Lancelot and JV, watching their eyes light up as they looked at what was inside.

"Now, if it wasn't for poor Seraph, I'd say go along with the original plan. However, we don't have long to save her, we need a new one."

Sammy begins searching the bank for a back door, maybe to a staff area or even just a back entrance.

The loss of blood has Seraph dizzy, but the adrenaline helps to dull the pain a little. She watches as Sammy and Lance talk, seemingly growing more and more nervous. She rolls her head to one side, looking at the body of her shooter splayed on the ground a few feet away. There's something familiar about what's left of his face. She stares a bit harder. Suddenly, it hits her. With a shaky voice, she calls out to her comrades.

S-Sammy...Lancelot- that's Ricky Barton. He's one of Tylers...soldiers.

She pushes the coat away, trying to ignore the sharp pain in her right side and shoulder and struggle to her feet.

He was a plant. Tyler knows we're h-here. If the cops are letting us out, it just so we walk right into Tyler's hands.