[ WP ] You 're a bank robber by trade . One day , out on a job , you discover you 're not the only one looking to rob this bank .

The sound of a freshly filled drum entering my Thompson Machine Gun provided me with a short rush. We had gone through this dozens of times, the routine was nothing new, yet, we still continued to go over the plan. The 4 of us would exit the vehicle and casually make our way into the bank, grabbing the security guard in front of the door along the way. However, this bank was a little different. The layout was nearly identical to the last 4 we hit this month, but, instead of the typical 2 or 3 guards, I counted 6 of them when I did my final check yesterday. This payout would be big, triple what we were used to. The first 2 guards stood on each side of the door, while 3 more crept around the main lobby, watching every person inside like a hawk, while the sixth and final guard rested at a desk just outside the vaults doors. As I put out my smoke, I signaled for the rest of my crew to get out of the car. I had a strange feeling, like a `` shits about to hit the fan'' feeling, I chose however to ignore it. As I made my way across the street, I stopped at a pay phone and dialed to the diner down the block, where our getaway driver patiently waited. `` 5 minutes'' I mumbled over the phone, quickly hanging up. No sooner then I had hung up, two 4 door cars pulled up, 3 men exiting from each, brandishing Tommy guns and pistols. `` Get lost, do n't become a victim sir'' one of the masked men said to me in a violent, yet reassuring tone. `` The hell is goin on'' I thought to myself, as the rest of my crew began pulling out their own machine guns.
