[ WP ] A man is holding up a bank , but in the midst of doing so , sees his wife and kid ( s ) are in the bank too .

He sighed, then pulled the ski mask down over his face, adjusted the gloves, then checked to make sure all of the skin on his body was covered. *No fear this time, the first two times went great, the cops did n't know what hit them, I got away like a king. Third time's the charm, I can finally get her that necklace she wanted so much... * 
 
 He cleared his mind as he stepped out of the car, he had parked in the back lot of the building since he knew there was a backdoor he could run through if all hell broke loose. He was confident that would not happen, it was too early in the day, the bank just opened, no one would be in there except the attendants and a few stragglers. There was no security at this place either, cameras were not a problem. 
 
 His feet crunched in the snow as he stepped onto the sidewalk, once he reached the steps he blinked, his mind flashing to his beautiful wife's face as she held their infant son. All of this was for them, every single cent he would get. 
 
 He pushed open the door, hand in his coat pocket as he pulled out the semi automatic pistol which he hoped he would n't have to actually fire. Bank robbery was one thing, murder was a far more serious. Murder got you 25 to life, with the chance of execution. He could n't die, he could n't let his wife and child suffer alone in this cruel world. He blinked then wiped out the firearm, raising it to the air. 
 
 `` Everybody, get the fuck down! We do this nice and easy, no one gets hurt as long as this goes smoothly.'' He shouted, clicking off the safety to show that he was not afraid to do something crazy, when in reality he really was. It was just him putting on a disguise, another one, like the one he was wearing on himself at this very moment. 
 
 Everyone had dove to the floor as planned, with a quick scan of the crowd he counted four civilians along with three bank attendants scared for their lives behind the counter which he approached, tapping the glass with the pistol. 
 
 `` Easy, nice and easy. Clear it all, I want every dollar in the bag, none of that ink shit either, I know that stuff when I see it,'' He stated menacingly handing over a simple duffle bag, which the attendant quickly began filling with stacks of money. `` Do n't even think about pressing the alarms either.'' He added as she filled it, a terrified look on her pretty face. 
 
 `` Tha-that's all of it, I swear!'' The attendant said, pushing the bag back towards him. 
 
 `` Good, very good. Now come around the counter, your two friends too.'' He stated, looking over the duffle bag now full of that beautiful green as the three bank workers did as he stated. 
 
 `` Down on the floor, in that corner with the others.'' He said, waving the gun before tucking it back into his jacket and taking a firm grasp of the bag. 
 
 They did as he said then too. Everything was going exactly as he planned, now he just needed to go out the door and he'd be golden. He started towards the door before stopping in his tracks as he heard someone running towards him from the direction of the civilians he had told to stay in. As he turned he took a strike to the face, briefly grimacing in pain as he pulled his pistol back out, leveling it at his assailant. 
 
 `` You bitch!'' He screeched, his vision coming back to him as he recovered from being attack. The crazy broad had hit him with her purse, it hurt too, the thing had to be made of some kind of heavy leather. He cocked the gun, pointing it right at her, ready to retaliate. 
 
 He stopped himself as he realized the woman who struck him was the same one he married, the same beautiful angel who saw something in him to be his partner, the same one who carried and had his child. He stepped back, his hand shaking as he stared in disbelief into her stunning green eyes. He kept the gun trained, trying not to break character. 
 
 `` I will put a cap in you, I-I swear, get the fuck dow-wn!'' He yelled, realizing he was doing something he never thought he would have before, raised his voice in anger towards her. She had her little hands raised, then did as her husband said, getting down on the floor. As she went down he noticed a child's face staring at him, his own. 
 
 *Shit. * 
 
 He sprinted out the door, the bag flailing as he ran as fast his legs could carry him, running towards the back lot where his ride was. He prayed to god she did n't recognize him, did n't recognize her husband's own eyes, or heard through his faked voice. He never told her how he got all the money for her, he hoped on everything that he would n't have to as sirens blared in the distance. 
 

