[ MP ] Tank !

Tawny and Maurice swung from their handholds at the back of the smoldering bank truck. They swayed into the sharp turns and laughed like maniacs, feet dangling above the asphalt that blew past. 
 
 The pair were n't totally crazy though, as it was the only way to avoid choking on all of the smoke pouring out through the windows. Their wheelman Bass was in rare form, turn after turn through puddles sprayed with cheap neon and sodium light, as they clung to their holds for dear life. But it was n't his fault or theirs that the night turned out this way 
 
 It was that squinty, beady-eyed and greasy little Bobby's fault. He had turned their perfect score into a nightmare. 
 
 Two days earlier they gathered at the usual place: a tiny, smoky bar off a nameless back alley in Boston's south end. Everyone came as planned, only Bobby thought it prudent to bring a new friend. So what should have been Tawny the Face, Maurice the Cracker, Bass the Wheelman, and Bobby the Tough became the same plus Jeff the New Guy. Bobby was the strong arm and not too smart, but he could be trusted, so they let Jeff in on the planning session under his recommendation. Two strong arms were better than one in an armed robbery. 
 
 Only Tawny argued against Jeff, but as usual she would get the privilege of the I-told-you-so. That is, Tawny *would* if they survived the night. 
 
 The plan went like this: 
 
 Tawny would put on her security uniform and infiltrate as a new hire, get inside the facility and attach one of Maurice's little wonder computers to the network. Maurice would get all of the door codes and wait for the 3:20AM truck to arrive. Due to a scheduling oversight that Bass heard about, this truck would n't be able to deliver its load to the final destination because the bank's loading docks were receiving a security upgrade. That meant it would have to sit in the security company's facility. That left it as ripe for Bass, Bobby, and Jeff to make their way inside, meeting up with Maurice near the gatehouse along the way. Get the truck, crack the door, hotwire the ignition, and let Maurice kick their way out with his fancy garage door opener. 
 
 It would be smooth, no bullets, and only two clubbed guards the wiser for it. 
 
 At least, it should have been. 
 
 You see, Jeff turned out to be an undercover cop, and Bobby was about to turn evidence on the group. But to arrest the lot of them, Jeff needed to catch them in the act. Unluckily for Jeff, Bobby had given him the information on the wrong security company. Why? Because Bobby was n't terribly bright and the group carpooled to the crime scene. 
 
 So they get into the facility, they get to the truck, they crack its doors, and they take it! Everything went *perfectly*. That is until Jeff got into the back compartment that was, discovering that no, he did n't have any backup. No SWAT team swarmed out to meet the group. Instead, it was loaded with cash, fat black boxes of deposit checks, and four criminals in tight quarters. The estimate was over $ 10,000,000 USD. Bobby and Tawny pawed through it, combing for security devices and disarming dye packs. 
 
 Two blocks from the facility, Maurice noticed interference on his radio, but he did n't make a big fuss. He just waved it around a little complaining about the signal, closer and closer to Jeff. Jeff had begun to sweat and as Maurice looked him in the eye, a mere inch away with his radio against Jeff's chest, the cop finally snapped. Out came the gun, and from a pocket, a flashbang. 
 
 The first shot went wild, ricocheted off the ceiling and side wall like a pinball, before sinking into the leather of the seat Jeff himself sat on. He panicked, just as everyone else panicked. It was chaos. Tawny, Maurice, and Bobby all trying to wrestle this gun away from Jeff. The next shot buried itself in Bobby's chest, burying Bobby himself at the next convenient stop. 
 
 The flashbang fell, pin pulled, and landed in the money bag laid open with its fat stacks in the air. 
 
 In a panic, Tawny and Maurice threw themselves at the back doors, each grabbing a door as they knocked open. When the flashbang went off, the truck swerved side to side, as even Bass could n't escape the noise. But in one of those freak occurrences, the flashbang made more than noise and light. It also lit the money bag on fire. 
 
 So there they were, Tawny and Maurice hanging from the doors, swaying in the wind, as Jeff tried to stomp out the money. But it was n't working and he was still panicked. So what could they do? Tawny and Maurice swung on their doors, closing them and taking hold of the security rails at the back. Doors closed, Jeff was locked inside with the fire. So what does Jeff do? He shoots out the back windows. 
 
 This leaves Tawny and Maurice, swaying back and forth as Bass takes them through the side streets of south Boston, on a bank truck trailing smoke, while an angry cop bangs on the insides of the doors and chokes to death. 
 
 They would never forget that night.
