Day 187 - Repeat Offenders - Chapter 2.1 - (1455 words)

©Wayne Webb and constantwriting.blogspot.com, 2013. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Wayne Webb and constantwriting.blogspot.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

REPEAT OFFENDERS

By Wayne Webb

CHAPTER 2.1

Then another thought occurred to him. “Why are we not doubled up again?”


“Because we are the initial anomalies, we set ourselves before and then reset ourselves again. If we don't the initial marker there's noting for the machine to reset on, so even if we die in the Anomaly window, we'll go back when the button is pushed or the anomaly window closes. Anything new we bring back within the field will be duplicated.”


“So we could bring back people right?”


“Technically yes, but that would be … problematic.” Brian frowned then and stared off into space, working out the


Michael was staring at the armoured car and watched the delivery being completed while Ivan played with the packets of sugar, Brian still lost in the theory of his machine.


“We could go now, we could have it short order, kill half of them before they know what hits them.” Michael was talking to himself, but Ivan did hear him too, sitting a little straighter in his chair.


“I don't think we can, the window has not been set. So we'd get the loot but not have the getaway.”


“We can set it now, yes? Can we set it here?” Michael was looking at his watch and then he pulled Ivan's wrist to him, smiling at the gold Rolex and the memory of how they got it.


“Of course we can go now, I have set us already. I set us before we came back to the bank, That was the whole point after all.” Brian still wasn't looking at anyone, was staring into space but aware and engaged in the conversation.


“Well lets go then. Come on.” Michael stood and walked out of the cafe, not waiting for the other two men to follow him. The stopped at their car, one of their own but if this plan worked it would not matter at all and the car would be no suspect in anything. The guns they had were in the trunk and within five minutes they stormed through the front doors of the bank again and we standing weapons in hand, two guards on the floor, though this time with no fatalities.


Mike floored the guard near the entrance in much the same way, but he let Ivan walk all the way up to the rear guard who was now standing in the main floor as the delivery had been made. Ivan pulled his gun first and held it hard in the chest of the rear guard, while that gave Mike his cue to knock the butt of his weapon into the face of the guard nearer the door.


Brian took the queue under control again and this time though he ignored them mostly as they hit the floor around him and he zeroed in on Aaron who panicked and ducked behind the counter.


“Come on out Aaron, time to face the music.” Brian rapped the metal of the barrel on the bank counter top and reached over the marble top, taking his whole weight there and grabbing the frightened man by the hair and dragging him up and out. “Did you set off the silent alarm?”


Aaron did not know where to look and tears streamed his face, Brian knew it did not matter, they had twenty seven minutes before the counter ran out and less than that if they could open the vault and get the delivery before then.


Ivan was looking at the rear guard who was staring at him defiantly.


“You are going to be trouble aren't you?” Ivan asked him calmly.


The guard, his name was Nick according to the name badge he wore, stared back unflinching.


“You can tell me, go on, you know you want to right?” Ivan smiled like this whole thing was just a game between the two of them. The robbery, the guns, the hostages and the loot were all secondary to the face off between the two men. Ivan reached back and pulled a second gun from his back pocket and looked at it is if he was surprised by it.


“What do we have here?” He looked back at Nick with a raised eyebrow and an evil grin.


“Do you want it? Would you shoot me given the chance?”


Still Nick said nothing. Ivan scoffed “You're surely holding back, you know you want to.”


“Van! Stop dicking around!” Michael was searching the pockets of Harold White and he took off the bank managers Rolex and put it in his own pocket, before turning him on his heels and taking him to the closed vault door.


“I'll just leave this here shall I?” Ivan put the second gun on the desk near to where they stood and then he walked over to the vault door where Michael was staring at him with an incredulous expression on his face.


“What the fuck are you doing?” He asked as Nick darted forward and took the gun before diving behind the table and taking cover, fiddling with the safety catch as Ivan back peddled and slowly took a line on Nick who was pulling the gun up and getting ready to fire at the robbers.


The first shot took Nick full in the chest and it jerked his body wild, the gun in his hand firing a random bullet in the air, upwards at the ceiling and making a small shower of plaster and building material near where Brian was standing with the tellers whom he was getting to lie down in the floor.


“Deja Vu.” He observed wryly, noting mentally that this time he was not right under it like last time.


“Jesus! You gave him a live gun? What are you fucking retarded?” Mike was not quite angry, but definitely surprised by the turn of events. He looked at Ivan who was beaming at his little power play with the guard, having killed the man twice in one day now.


“This is more, I don't know, sporting? It'd be a dick move to give him an empty gun after all wouldn't it?”


Michael shook his head and he stared at Ivan and wondered what kind of man he was partnered with while Ivan felt invulnerable to his examination, invincible as long as they were set in the anomaly.


Brian checked his watch.“You should hurry, we have less than a half an hour.” He called to Michael and Ivan who started toward the vault. Barbara and Jerry were inside the vault securing the delivery, but that was as expected, and it just remained that Harold would open the doors for them and let them at it. The two staff inside the vault would have set the alarm off already, being alerted by the two gunshots, the shouting and screams of the terrified customers.


“Open the door please Mr White.”


Harold looked like he was weighing his options carefully before replying to the thieves. The deliberation did not take long and he nodded silently and then opened the barred vault door and let the thieves inside.


Brian followed the two others through the doorway and into the vault, behind him the hostages raised their heads and it was at least a minute before one brave soul, nearest the door stood up and crawl/ran to the front door and out. Like a dam bursting each and every other person in the room fled the same way.


Inside the vault were now six people, and outside only the front door guard remained, still holding the blood pouring out of his busted nose before he two ran outside to 'update' the police as they arrived on the scene. Cars and men poured up the steps and into the plaza, tentatively breaching the bank's entrance and then slowing right down, checking all corners and desks as they came across the still bleeding body of the guard Nick.


The vault door was closed and the men and woman inside were quiet, looking at Michael for instructions and guidance.


“Open the box please.” Michael asked Jerry politely, but he just looked at Harold who nodded his agreement.


“We have you surrounded. Put your weapons down and come out with your hands up!” Came a voice over a loud-hailer.


“Do they learn this stuff I wonder?” Ivan mused.


“You mean do they get this stuff from watching movies? Or do the Hollywood types just have it right and this is what they say?” Brian was calm and casual as he returned the idea to his partner in crime.


“The box please.” Michael ignored the two men