The crew pulls up across the street from The McAurther Detroit Bank at 6:47am. It is a cold fall morning in Detgooroit city, and even inside of the van the brothers can see their breath. Dom pulls out a cigarette and lights it. Remo does the same. The drink their coffee and smoke their cigarettes, waiting for the right moment. Snowflakes fall slowly and land on the windsheild but the wipers are quick to sweep them away. No one says a word. Time goes by slowly but finally Dom sees two gaurds along with the manager approaching the bank door 3 minutes early.

"Okay boys," Dom whispers unintentionally, "we just wait til theres a decent sized crowed in there and we make our move."

Dom climbs into the back and sits next to Donovan-Lex. Dom has a grim face on, expressionless, as does the rest of the crew as they prepare. Dom grabs his duffle bag, removes his ski mask, leather gloves, 9mil, and scilencer. He puts on his mask, gloves, and then loads the clip in his gun and twists on the scilencer. By this time Remo had climbed into the back to join the others. He was on the laptop typing away and then turned the screen toward the others. It revieled the the lobby of the bank in which their were two customers, 4 gaurds, and 5 tellars already present.

"There is $73,000,000 in that bank," Remo says, "And in about 22 minutes, its all going to be ours."

A faint smile appears on everyone in the van. Everyone in suited up in black and in their masks aside from Mcknighter who has his masked peeled up and is shuffling through his heavy duffle bag full of tools. He makes sure the large drill is charged, he checks to make sure he has the puddy, and makes a few more adjustments before putting his mask back down.

"Everybody ready?" Dom asks and everybody nods and several guns are cocked. "Lets do this!"
Just then Remo steps on the gas and speeds towards the front enterence. He is followed by two more vans holding the rest of the crew. The vans screech to a stop in front of the bank and within 10 seconds everyone is piled out and inside the building. Dom waists no time and heads straight for a gaurd who goes to draw his gun.

"DROP IT!!!" Dom yells at the top of his lungs. The gaurd drops it and Dom bachands the man across the face with his pistol knocking him out cold.

"Whos the next hero!?!" He yells. Two guns are pointed on each gaurd and without hesitation they all unholster their weapons and lay them on the ground. Dom fires his gun in the air several times.

"Haven't any of you seen a bank robbery on T.V? GET ON THE FUCKIN GROUND!!!!!!!!!"

Everybody quickly drops to the ground. Remo jumps up ontop of the counter with a machine gun in hand.

"Well" he says, "this is going very nicely so far. Keep doin what we say and we might just let some of ya live."

Dom rushes over to one of the tellars and sends him a hard jab to the face. He then gets behind him and slams his face down on the desk.

"Have you had enough?!?"

The man nodds.

"Then let's take a walk."

Dom grabs the guy and they start walking toward the vault and everybody gets to doing their thing. McKnighter follows Dom and the tellar
The robbery has begun...

McKnighter was following closely, his .45 in hand. Dom pushes
the teller to hurry up. The trio reaches the gate guarding the vault.
The teller's hand was shaking as he unlocked the door. Dom throws the
man to the side and McKnighter steps up to the vault. He taps on the
heavy door, and nods.

"Sounds like double reinforced, maybe two or three sets of gears. A bitch to crack."

McKnighter zips open his duffel bag and reaches for his power
drill. These things were new, only top companies had them. Lucky we
paid one of to one of them last night. McKnighter plugs the power cord into one of the plugs nearby. He grins.

"This will be a while, need to drill a big enough hole for the TNT. Watch my back."

Without any more delay McKnighter slaps on some goggles and
begins to drill the hole. The sound of metal on metal pierces the ears
of everyone in the bank.

Everything seems to be going as planned. Dom stands gaurd by McKnighter as he drills away at the vault. Then, out of nowhere, the alarm goes off along with two gunshots. McKnighter stops in his tracks and Dom runs back to the lobby.

"What the fuck happened!?!"

Dom looks behind the counter to see a security gaurd with two bullets in his chest. One of Recro's guys reply:

"Bastard some how manage to yank the alarm without me noticing him, so I capped him."

Dom puts his hands on his heads. "How much time you think we got Remo."

Remo thinks for a second but before he can answer one of the guards says: "7 minutes, tops, before the place is surrounded with cops."

Dom runs back to McKnighter. "Remo, keep an eye on the street! Holler if you need me. Anybody moves... shoot em."

Albert moves his back up against the wall, relaxing and looking scared as a customer would. He knew this would fool the cops for the seconds he needed to draw targets. Then it would be too late. Relaxing, he took out his revolver and loaded it, giving him six shots. After that he would have to rely on his hand to hand skill and his concealed knife, in a holster on his foot. Also, he had three throwing knives in his jacket, ready to throw. There was also the bowie knife strapped to his lower back, in case things were really dire...

mnirem kicks over a table, jumps behind it, and pulls out a magnum. He checks the wheel for ammo, and aims at the door.

"Hurry, MC, we ain't got all day!"

Dom paces back and forth as McKnighter goes to town with the drill.

"Yo Dom! You might wanna come see this."

Dom rushes out to the lobby and looks outside. There is about ten model t police cars with two cops standing behind each one. There are shotguns and pistols drawn and three men with badges, not in cop uniforms, but in black suits, stand in a huddle conversing, as if their not even paying attention to the bank.

"Lets let them no who were messing with boys. First impressions are everything."

Dom holsters his pistol and Albert McGuire throws his a timmy gun. Dom rushes to the door, opens it, and starts firing like a mad man. Smoke and sparks are everywhere and he doesnt stop until here clip is empty. He walks back inside fearless, not running but walking and shuts the door.

"They aren't gonna shoot with all the hostages in her---" Just then bullets came flying through the windows. Dom ran and dove, sliding behind the check writing station. When the gunshots stop on of Recro's men yells:

"SHIT!!!!!!!!!!! Oh damn, im hit."

Dom look up and sees Anthony holding his side as he falls to his knees.

All of a sudden, the classic rat-a-tat of the old tommy gun is heard across the street. The police officers turn to face a new target. A young man runs across the street, his hat wondrously hanging on his head, cigar in mouth. He stops turns fires, then keeps on running. He bursts through the bank doors,

'So what have I missed' Constable asks with a grin on his face. With that said he pulls out a silver hip flask and starts drinking.

Dom laughs and the rest of the crew join him in laughter. Dom stands up and gives him a friendly punch in the arm.

"I told you guys Don would show up! Anyways,we got McKnighter workin on the vault but its about as high security as it gets. We got a dead security gaurd and a good 25 cops outside planning on how to wipe us out. So were on a bit of a time crunch."

Dom grabs the flask from Don and takes a big gulp

mnirem aims for the engine cover of a police car with his guns, twin magnums, and blasts 8 rounds in it. The car, still on, starts to catch fire. He then aims at a police officer, but gets shot in the ankle.

Blood squirts out, and he falls over in pain. He was foolish enough to runs back out. The car blows up, 25 ft. away. He starts to lose conciussness. He then remembers the meds in his jacket  pocket. It would take away the pain. He takes it, jumps up, still a little unsteady, and starts blastin' away. He then hears Dom. "That's Franky, Einstein!" He then runs back into the building, throws himself next to Franky, tears off part of his sleeve, pulls out a tweezer, and gets to work.

Another car catches fire and explodes with great force. Out the window all the is visible is a blurry fire.

Dom sees two cops creep under the windows along side the building. They pop up and start shooting through the window at mnirem. Dom runs and dives in front of the bulles firing his two pistols. In mid air he is shot in the arm, takes one cop out and wounds the other in the shoulder. He hits the ground hard and rolls, the wounded cop still firing at him. Before he can stand up and shoot him, Remo shoots him in the other shoulder, runs over to him and pulls him through the window. He then grabs the cops billy stick and beats him to death with it

Watching the carnage unfold before him, Albert shakes his head. Why does everyone seem intent on getting themselves killed these days?...

"Hokay, Dan get your self to your feet and cover the double doors, Remo, make sure no one gets through that window. I am going up a floor, I'll fire all I've got from the upper floor window. I'm aiming for the petrol tanks so don't be shocked if you hear a couple of explosions."

With this, Albert runs towards the stairs, pausing to shoot an injured cop in the side, blowing him backwards into the front of his vehicle. Blood spatters everywhere as the cop screams in agony. Albert continues upstairs at a leisurely pace, ignoring the bullets flying all around him.

'I'll stick with bertie' Constable say's before rushing up the stairs.

"Someone help me drag Franky somewhere safe. I can't help him if he dies!"

mnirem takes the tweezers and removes the bullet, then uses the cloth to put pressure on the wound.

McKnighter sighs as he hears the shouts from the members of his crew. Damn new guys always get shot.

McKnighter takes out his power drill. The tip was gone.

"Well, hope that hole is big enough."

He takes a strap of TNT, held together by tape, with a long fuse attached to the sticks. McKnighter puts the rest of his tools into his duffel bag and unrolls the fuse into the middle of the bank. He smiles wickedly as he strikes a match off the floor. He leans the match closer and closer to the fuse, until it strikes. A little fire races down the fuse line into the vault door room.

"Cover your ears, this might be a big one."

Dom stands up and looks at his arm. The bullet went through but it isnt too bad and doesn't terribly hurt. He starts walking over to his pistol and right before he pics it up a huge explosion sends a shockwave through the bank. Dom hurls through the air and slams against the wall. Smoke and debris fill the whole place and water sprays from the ceiling.

"MCKNIGHTER!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Dom gets up quickly and starts running towards Mcknighter. This robbery has definently strayed from its original plan.

great story. nothing better then a good ol bank robery.  i hope u make a nother one. very  nicely done

Reaching the next floor up, Albert rushes over to a window and starts shooting at the vehicles. As he fires his last shot, an explosion rips through the floor beneath him and sends him flying out of the window towards the police below. Tucking his pistol into its holster, Albert pulls out two throwing knives and sends them flying, sending the police scattering for cover. Landing hard, Albert moves into a roll, leaping up and drawing his bowie knife. Seeing a policeman raising his pistol, Albert charges and buries his knife deep between the mans ribs.

"Fuck, what sort of explosion was that!? A warning would have been nice!"Albert shouts this as he makes his way back towards the bank, taking down another couple of policemen on his way, leaving a trail of dead bodies.

Upon reaching the bank, Albert sees his family members milling around in chaos, several lying prone on the floor. He thinks 'shit' as he hears the sound of approaching police.

"This is going to be a tough one to wriggle out of."

Help, still need to move Franky!

Seeing a bloodied Mnirem helping Franky, Albert rushes over and helps him pull him back tot he corner, turning just in time to have a bullet scithe through his lower leg.

"SHIT!!!"

Albert removes his last throwing knife, launching it into the neck of the man that just shot him. The police, fearing another attack, step hastily out of sight, allowing Albert time to draw his boot knife and hold it hidden while crawling towards the door.

More and more policemen arrive and it's clear that the robbers are not going to win, unless a miracle happens.

Just then, Ttarrab swings through the window on a climbers rope, lands lightly and rolls, stands up, and smiles at Albert, who appears completely shocked by his appearance.

"Right then, what's going on here?" he asks, fragments of broken glass from the window still landing behind him.