When you start that criminal life, you always have to watch over you're shoulder. There was never a dull moment, and you always have to stay on you're toes, if you didn't well there goes you're head.

I remember a time when everything I did was innocent, but then things changed drastically. I needed to make money and quick, so i turned to the streets. I was able to make enough money, and credibility just so when and if i needed a hand everyone was down to make some extra cash. Then one day I was given the chance to run with Mr.Owl and his crew. He gave me a steady flow of cash to start with,(of course I had to work for it) but i knew i had to make a name for myself. He always said Kid you got show you're colors to this family, you need to do something noticeable. To show I was a good soldier and to show that I was capable of being made I had to do a job. That job was to stick up The Federal Reserve Of New York at noon, it was Hestia, Rathbone, Aislin, Falcon, and me. We all had a goal and it was to make money, and a lot of it. We were all geared up and ready to make the score of a lifetime. To hit a bank this big only three things could happen after it. 1. We would all be dead. 2. We would all get pinched. Or 3. We make a hellava lot of money, and i can tell you that it wasn't # 1 or 2. The way in was a security guard that always took his break at noon, and left through the back door.

We all met a couple blocks away from the bank, and made sure things were all set and ready to go. We got in the van and were about to make a forced deposit, we drove down to the bank and got our masks on. Falcon at the wheel, i'm riding shotgun, everyone else was in the back ready to storm out of the van. We pull up to the back of the bank,  Falcon looks back at everyone and says I'll be at the this spot in 12. We got out of the van and start heading for the back door. 

We all were in position and waiting, the door opens up and the guard is just on time. I look at the guard, *threw the gun to his face* and seen the look in his eyes. He knew what was about to happen. He put up his hands, And Rathbone grabbed his gun, and his walkie. *We proceeded into the bank.* Through the back offices, there was only one other person, The bank manager. Rathbone brought up the security guard, I grabbed the bank manager and got our way into the vault, I started filling up the bags of gold as the other went to the front of the bank to get the cash.  Time was still ticking and we needed to finish the job soon. I started to take the bags to the back door, and made my way to the front to check on things..... 

Everything was happening in a flash. Rathbone glanced at his watch.

"About 10 minutes and some change, guys", he yelled. 

He still had a gun buried in the back of the helpless security guard as he prodded him forward towards a nearby storage closet. Quickly, he unpacked a coil of rope and handkerchief from a bag he had tucked beneath his gray overcoat. As he bound the guard with the rope, he issued a warning to the panicked man...

"Don't make me out to be an asshole pal. You keep still and don't try anything funny and you might just come out of this in one piece. I really don't want to make your children orphans today.", he growled.

After binding the man, he shoved him into the back of the closet and slammed the door. Grabbing a nearby chair, he propped it just under the doorknob and tugged it a little to ensure it was secured properly.

"That should hold him", Rathbone muttered to himself, satisfied with his work. 

Looking around, Rathbone noticed that Aislin, Mr-Mafia and Hestia had already moved down the hallway and towards the vault. As he shuffled down the walkway towards them, he heard a loud *CRACK*...the unmistakable sound of a gunshot being fired from the next room over. Fingering his pistol, he dove behind a stack of boxes and peered out from behind them.

"What's going on up there?!?"

After they left the first vault with a few bags of cash, Mr-Mafia told the bank manager to take them to the main vault and get them inside it. Hestia was fast-walking behind Aislin- and Mr-Mafia when she looked to her right and saw a security guard rushing towards them. She aimed her gun at him and put a single bullet through his chest, knowing she either deflated his lung or shot him in the heart, but he fell down to the ground clutching his arms to his chest. She heard Rathbone yell, asking what was going on, and she yelled back, "Just someone trying to get in our way.. No big deal. Hurry and catch up!"

They continued on down the hallway to get to the main vault, and when they arrived there, Mr-Mafia told the bank manager to open up the vault door or else. The man fumbled with the lock on the door for about twenty seconds with shaky fingers, and when it clicked open, they ran in with more bags and started piling money into them. She heard Rathbone's footsteps quickly approaching and knew he was finally caught up to them after tying up the first gaurd they encountered.

She threw a bag at Rathbone, then looked at Mr-Mafia and said, "Are there anymore vaults in here? I kind of want to hit them all and then take off. We have a few more minutes before we need to get the hell out of here."

Aislin- pulled her lips back in disgust as the man with whom Hestia shot slumped to the ground. She hated when things became rather messy. They ran with haste to the main vault where Mr-Mafia preceded to gain entry in lieu of the bank manager. Aislin- had to remember to thank him for his assistance after this was done -Who cared that it was forced?

Rathbone finally managed to catch up, his uneven breath and the bank managers panic filled one were in competition with the sweet sounds of green American dollars in the money bags. Aislin- held on to hers, but she still wanted to stuff more in. One could never have too much money, and if anyone said anything differently they were obviously delusional.

This deal had went off with little to no fuss -the security guard had brought his death upon himself. When faced with an enemy with more weaponry fucking lie down, and you just might live to fight another day. As Hestia asked her question to Mr-Mafia as Aislin- began to eye the vaults with the rare jewels and diamonds. I mean, just one of those puppies you could easily sell for two million dollars, and we could live like Kings for months! If not years! Aislin- began to move over to the vaults, "Look..." Aislin- motioned with her hand, "I just want one diamond, just one fucking pearl. We still have a few minutes before the pigs are on us, it'll take just a second." Aislin- ran over to the vaults, these were not locked since the main vault had been opened. She opened one, then another not finding either to her satisfaction. Then she arrived at a vault with just a single letter on the front, R. She opened the lid and found one of the fattest, most shiniest, most beautiful fucking rocks that she had ever had the pleasure of gazing at, her eyes teared up with how magnificent it was, and she took a few precious seconds to admire it before wrapping it in a handkerchief, and stuffing it in her coat pocket. She ran back over to the group, and smiled cockily just as one more guard decided to be brave and fired on the group. We didn't count on there being two, and we only had three minutes left.

Hestia watched as Aislin- eyed the big diamond in the unlocked vault marked R that she soon wrapped up and put in her pocket, and then she turned quickly at the sound of gun fire and screaming. Hestia dropped down towards the ground quickly and aimed her gun at the first guard, shooting him in the chest, but they were quickly rushed by another guard behind him, then yet another surprise guard behind that guy.

She yelled, "Guys, shoot. DO SOMETHING! I can't be the only one shooting. My gun isn't that good! Neither is my aim right now! It's not like I've been trained to shoot people that are swarming me.."

She aimed down the guard that was about to put Mr-Mafia's hands behind his back and cuff him, and shot him right in the temple. She said, "We've got a minute and a half to get the hell out of here guys.. Stupid idiot guards.. Can't just mind your own damn business while we steal all the loot... "

As she finished talking, a gun fired right behind her that made her ears ring, then she saw the surprise guard that was pulling his cuffs out to restrain Rathbone drop down to the floor holding the left side of his stomach.. She turned to see smoke coming out of Aislin-'s gun, and then she heard the sound of police sirens faintly through the walls of the vault.

"Thanks for the assist, Aislin-!", Rathbone shrieked, as he rolled back towards the cover of the wall. 

He glanced back down at his watch. This was taking far more time than the original plan had called for. By now, Falcon would be on his way back for the pick-up, yet they were still being pinned down by a steady flow of security guards. 

"We've got to get out of here!", he yelled turning towards Hestia, "We don't have time to grab it all."

Turning back, he watched as, yet another, guard slunk towards them. Rathbone fired his pistol, winging the man in his left shoulder and watched as the guard grabbed himself in pain and retreated behind a wall. 

"Hey! Do you have some of those smoke bombs on you? If you could toss me one, I'll create a distraction, while you guys finish up", he asked Mr-Mafia. 

Rathbone waited as Mr-Mafia pulled a smoke grenade out of his pocket and tossed it towards him. He caught it with one hand and quickly used his other to pull the pin and hoist the canister down the hall towards the posse of guards that were now grouped just behind a wall. Seconds later, a thick cloud of white smoke began to bellow and he could hear the coughs and screams of the surprised security guards.

As I thrown the smoke grenade to @Rathbone, I knew it was time to go, a barrage of bullets are going threw the smoke and almost hitting us. I turned to @Hestia, and threw the last bag at her. I yelled out Its time to get out of here. As I turned I seen that Rathbone was still pinned behind the wall, the guards were still trying to move up on us. Rathbone its time to go. The smoke started to clear up a bit, so i knew we didn't have much time left. On one you move... Ready? I look over to him and he put one finger up. I stood up throwing my gun over the desk. ONE! GO. I started slinging bullets at the guards, as me and Rathbone started moving our way to the back door, one guard appeared right being Rathbone as he was running towards me. I sent three shots to the guard, all three hitting in the upper torso. As i watched the guard fall to the floor Rathbone was just passing me, as he passed he grabbed me, pulling me to the exit.

We get outside the bank and Falcon was ready to go, Hestia & Aislin- were outside the van waiting for us to get in. Everyone was getting into the van by the time I hit the passenger door, A squad car pulled up to the back of the bank where we were, and the officers were already out of their car and sending shots at our van. Falcon threw the car in reverse, and we started our getaway. Falcon was known for his driving skills and we were hoping for the best outcome. A squad car is gaining on us. I look in the side mirror and the squad car was coming up fast. The car was already on the right of us. 

As I turn to start shooting at the car, the cop sent two shots, one hitting the door and the other hitting me in my shoulder, I'm hit. I screamed in agonizing pain. Hestia open that door and kill that son of a b**ch! 

Aislin- huffed and puffed in the back seat of the van, her eyes still screamed for mercy from the release of those God-forsaken smoke bombs. Her heart beat steadily fast inside her chest as the heavies gained on them. Her body swung as Falcon threw the car in reverse, "Fuck, man some of us are actually trying to live past 23, she screamed at Falcon.

She swiveled her head around as she heard two distinct shots from the heavies, and a grunt of pain, and a yell to Hestia all in the same breath. She glanced over at the person that had been shot -Fuck Mr-Mafia had been hit! She counted to ten, and pinched the bridge of her nose, fuck, fuck. This could not be happening, she kicked the seat in frustration. What to do, what to do.

She looked down and saw two more smoke bombs as Hestia leaned out the window and fired on the cop car following close behind. She managed to to blow out the tire, and the driver lost control. The car veered hard to the left, hitting a fellow cop car that was in pursuit causing him to skid into a building, and right before her eyes Aislin- watched in amazement as the two cars exploded, raining fire, and debris. It appeared that the gods were favoring them today.

Aislin- leaned out the window and threw two of the smoke bombs hoping that would help provide even more cover for them. It seemed that the heavies had lost them -not a siren in sight. She looked over and saw that Hestia had traded her gun for a shirt and was pressing it into Mr-Mafia's wound trying to slow the bleeding. She glanced at him, he was not too hurt, she chuckled softly. How hurt could he be if he was counting all the loot?

After they all took off out of the back door of the bank, they jumped into the van and hoped that Falcon could get them away from the barrage of gun fire from the cops that were after them. During the commotion and Falcon's sketch driving, Mr-Mafia was shot in the shoulder, and Hestia leaned out the window, firing her gun behind them. She hit the tire of the car directly behind them, which then lost control then swerved into the cop car that was right beside it, making both cars slam hard into a building and explode, sending metal and flames and body parts flying everywhere.

When she climbed back into the car, she holstered her Colt M1911 then pulled her black over-shirt off and balled it up, pressing it into the bullet wound in Mr-Mafia's shoulder. She saw him cringe, then laughed a bit as he grabbed one of the bags of cash with his good arm and started pulling money out to count it. She said, "It'll be there even after you get taken care of you know. But, if it distracts you from the pain, have at it!"

She reached into the front seat and dug through the bag of stuff they brought with to find some masking tape, and when she did, she pulled off a big strip and wrapped it around the shirt to stick it to Mr-Mafia's shoulder. She said, "We'll get you to a hospital as soon as we can for this, or we can do at-home repair at some point, get you drunk get the bullet out and stitch the skin together so it will heal. I just hope you don't have any muscle or nerve damage..."

She was so busy talking, it took her awhile to notice that there were no longer any cop sirens behind them, no cars trying to run them off the road.. She said, "Guys, I think Falcon got us away! Fuckin' nice! All that cash we got, and Aislin- even got herself a big, fat diamond! Good job guys!! I think this deserves a celebration tonight at the bar!"

No hospitals, they will start asking questions. I turned over to Falcon, Get us back to the Hideout! I turned back over cringing to the pain that Hestia was putting into my shoulder. I grabbed the smallest bag we had, to count in the meantime just to distract myself from the bullet in my shoulder. Do we have a Doc to help get this bullet out? I turned back over to Falcon and said. Whats our ETA driver? he looks over and told us Five minutes everyone, we need to get a hold of the boss man, and let them know we are close. Rathbone do you still have that burner phone? call them and tell them. 

We were almost at the hideout and I felt like I was losing consciousness, I looked over to Aislin- Make sure you get this damn thing.....    

Aislin- watched as Mr-Mafia's face turned an unhealthy shade of vampire. Well this isn't going to end well she thought as she listened to him give out orders, because he was after all the orchestrator of this whole fiasco.

Thank God we all made it out of there in one piece or well, mostly in one piece she thought as Mr-Mafia's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he promptly passed the fuck out. Aislin- scrambled on hands and knees over to Mr-Mafia just as Hestia leaned down to check whether she could here breath sounds or not. Aislin- placed her  fingers on his neck checking for a pulse, and finding one beating at a relatively normal level.

Aislin- glanced at Hestia, "He just passed out from the blood loss, was the bullet through and through?" Hestia gave a nod, and Aislin- eased into a seat, "You guys, fuck the hide-out, it's time for a celebration. Let's all head to K_W and Goliath's K&I Western Grill garden. The first ten rounds are on me." Aislin- eyed Mr-Mafia, "We will bring him along, and if the steak from the grill does not rouse Mr-Mafia, I am one-hundred percent positive that a shot of house Bourbon will!" 

Hestia nodded when Aislin- said Mr-Mafia just passed out from the blood loss. She lifted the shirt away from the wounds on his shoulder and shook it out of the ball form, showing the mass amount of blood that had soaked in. She said, "While he's passed out, should I stitch it? I mean.. it's just gonna' keep bleeding if we let the wound stay open.."

Aislin nodded and Hestia went to a closet to grab a needle and some thick thread, then came back over to Mr-Mafia. She was pretty sure that, with the two wounds, one entrance and one exit, that the bullet went in one side and out the other, so at least they didn't have to try to get the bullet out. She pinched the skin together and said, "This isn't going to feel very good, if you can hear me in there, but I promise I'll be quick. I don't want you to keep bleeding all over the car's back seat..."

Luckily, Mr-Mafia was unconscious through the whole ordeal, and by the time she was done cleaning up both sides of his shoulder and wrapping bandages around it, he was finally starting to stir. She said, "You're all fixed up Mr-Mafia. Aislin here wants to go celebrate at Goliath's K&I Western Grill Garden. She said the first ten rounds are on her, and I'm definitely willing to take her up on that offer, because alcohol and steak sounds amazing right now. Does that sound alright to you!? And, no need to worry about the alcohol thinning your blood now!"

Rathbone sat in the back of the vehicle in a daze. His body ached. His mind was racing. The sound of a steak and bottle of whiskey perked him up.

"We need to get off these streets anyway. The coppers can't be too far behind us as is; and we sure as hell can't go to a hospital." 

He paused. He understood the pain Mr-Mafia was in, but selfishly all he wanted was a warm meal and to get loaded drunk. 

"Those stitiches will just have to hold for now. If we lay low at K_W and Goliath's K&I Western Grill, we can always get Mr-Mafia to the local vet later. He won't report a gunshot wound to the police."

He noticed Hestia and Aislin- nod in agreement and Falcon roared the car to life in the direction of the local steakhouse and saloon.