[ WP ] You and your cohorts have pulled off your heist as planned . Later , in your hideout , you see TV reports that the payload you hijacked is lethally radioactive

( Been years since I've written. This is probably crap, but something to kill time ) 
 
 
 
 Picking up the remote, he turned the volume of the tv down hearing the last of the report. 
 
 `` Cobalt 60 is highly radioactive and causes cancer. Authorities have reported it was removed from its container. The police have said is still being investigated and have set up a number for potential leads. If you recognize any of these men, please stay far away and notify...'' 
 
 The smell of shit started to permeate around him. He saw it mentioned in tv shows and movies. The body dumps the waste at the time of death, but actually smelling it and seeing it was more horrifying than what he expected. 
 
 1,2... 
 
 One more. He started to slowly move to the last man in the group, slowly kneeling down to check his pulse. It was too weak to feel.. 
 
 It took longer then he thought. A few days of waiting for the call to fence the package to the buyer. He saw them get sick. The adrenaline wore off fast. The job was done. They were close to one of the larger paydays any of them had. Adrenaline turned to boredom while they waited. Boredom turned to malaise. Malaise became sickness. The sickness became fear. 
 
 They heard the reports on the news about the Cobalt being radioactive. Talks of going to the hospital came up instantly, and were squashed just as fast when someone brought up that the hospital staff would know about the theft and would report radiation poisoning to the police. 
 
 Their only hope was that the buyer would rush the schedule and pay them. They could use the money to get treated without going to the hospital. At least they were smart enough to store the Cobalt in a different location then where they waited. 
 
 The longer they waited the worse they felt. 
 
 He laid on the couch for days. Slowly getting up every once in awhile to get to the bathroom where he would disappear for a few minutes. Eyes moving around to see the others sleeping from the exhaustion from the sickness. 
 
 Laying down was the hardest part. He knew it was almost over when he occasionally heard one of the others moan, or sometimes cry quietly. When he heard a prayer, choking through a deathbed rattle, he knew he could get up. 
 
 He stood up. More sobered than he had been in his life after listening to the sounds of grown men die slowly. He a saw men die before, from a distance. Gunshots to the head, or to the chest where they hung on for a minute. Humane ways to die in comparison to radiation poisoning. 
 
 He turned the tv down before deciding he would check if the last guy was still holding on. 
 
 His cell phone finally rang after days of waiting. 
 
 `` Yeah. It's done. $ 1.5 large in one bag, large bills and I'll take you to it.'' 
 
 The call was short. He wished the past few days went by as quick as that did. 
 
 Unzipping his jump suit exposed nylon fabric layered ontop of more nylon fabric. Lead aprons stolen from an off-site radiology center a week before the job. He knew what they were stealing, the others did n't. 
 
 There was no sense in hiding in the bathroom to do it anymore, no one was going to catch him. He pulled a large bag out of his jumpsuit. Grabbing blister packs labeled `` IODIDE: FOR RADIATION EXPOSURE'' 
 
 Taking a few of them he sat by the door, trying to get away from the stench. 
 
 When the buyer arrived they would go to the Cobalt and give him his money. 
 
 Then a call would be to the authorities. An anonymous tip to the location of the suspects. 
 

