The wind kicks up the trash that litters the streets of Detroit. Rain falls, planting itself in puddles and streams down the edges of the streets. Sitting in a car is Mack and his associates. They are sitting across a street from a bar brightly lit up from the outside, a neon sign of a busty woman putting a leg out and in illuminates the streets. Slowly, but surely the clock on Mack's watch strike two. His voice clears for the people in his car to hear him well over the patter of rain on the steel roof.

  "This here is the bar I was telling you about. Inside is a box underneath the bar where they collect money for some out of town boys. Were going to bust in once the lights start to go off and stick them up. There should only be a couple workers inside so it should be a fairly easy take. Make sure you keep your masks on throughout the robbery. Tony you stay here and get us out of here when we come running up. We'll be moving fast so keep the car running."

Mack adjusts his mask pulling his beretta out of its holster. Cocking back the hammer, a bullet placed in the chamber already; he places it back in the holster. He nods at the two other men in the vehicle and they exit the vehicle into the torrent of rain flowing down. The lights begin to shutter off one by one leaving the illuminating woman the only lights on upon the street. Mack points to a back door where Mikey runs to his shotgun at the ready. Mack and Timmy head through the front door. Inside the bar consists of many bar stools on a worn and scarred up bar. Standing behind it is a man counting money jumping at the entrance of the two men. In the back Mikey drags a man by the collar his shotgun placed firmly at his head leading him into the room and tossing him towards the man counting money. The large man counting the money stutters out a almost whispering statement.

   "Wee weee don't havveee mucch monneeyy. Yoouu can haave thiiis."

 The man reaches in the register pulling out the money that was left. Placing it out to Macks hands. Looking at the measly sum, he pistol whips the man in the temple sending him crashing into bottles; the fluids dropping like the rain outside. Mack points the gun at the other man and growls.

"You need to bring that box up and stop playing games. Or your boss gets one in the leg."

Mack points the gun at the mans leg his finger tight on the trigger. The young man quickly moves to reach under the bar. Mikey the most nervous in the group fires off his shotgun at the mans back sending him flying. In a instant the whole robbery drops one hundred stories downhill. Mack quickly leaps over the bar and begins looking for the metal box. Seeing it behind a stack of beer bottles he knocks the bottles away the glass shattering as it drops to the floor. The young man's blood trickles out of the peppered holes, his mouth mumbling quietly. Mack grabs the box and hands it to Timmy. He looks at the two people with disdain. His gun goes off at each person cleaning up the mess that Mikey created. The trio runs out the front door leaving a trail of gun smoke in their paths. Reaching the car out of breath they all jump in, Mikey obviously shaken from what he just witnessed. 

"Drive Tony Drive!!"