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VICKY:
The money seemed legit enough when I opened the back, we would count it once we got ourselves somewhere a little convenient. I dashed into the driver s seat of the armored car, put it reverse and pulled out of the lot the second the guys jumped inside. The gas pedal is a long known friend of mine. I had never heard so many sirens. They were coming from all the major streets, so I swerved into an alley. This wasn�t quite as easy to do with a turtle as with my car, so the boys went sliding into each other. "Are you positive Tony was enough of a decoy? What the hell did he do? From the sound of it he could have shot the mayor or somethin�," I asked. There were just too many sirens for what we had asked Tony to do. "He said he was going to stick up a gas station on the other side of town, bit it still doesn�t make any sense" Joey informed us. The car reached the end of the alley to an intersection. A cop was coming from the left. I pulled back a bit so he could not see us, let him pass and then sped in the opposite direction. "Vicky, head for the warehouse," Vinnie commanded, suddenly turning a little more grim than he ought to have been. "That�s what I was plannin�, but why you sound so serious?" I questioned pressing more on the gas. Vinnie rubbed the back of his neck, "That second security guard might not have been so put out his misery as I thought." "Fuck! Vinnie! Next time cap them in the HEAD. That way you�re SURE the fucker gets the deep seven!" I screamed furiously. I have to say that I have quite the hot head at times. It runs in the family. I took a corner a little faster than I should have and Vinnie slammed against the door of the car. Joey quickly followed suit and crashed into my brother. "All right! I get the point! But slow the fuck down on he turns, Vicky! Jesus Christ!" Vinnie exclaimed shoving Joey off of him. "Fine," I responded simply. The warehouse was a place on the outskirts of town where no one really visited any more but homeless bums. Our Uncle had owned on our mom�s side of the family once owned it and now it was under our name. We had no cousins from the guy. He owned a small auto-manufacturing factory in the thirties that kept its extra parts in it if there was an overabundance, but the place had since been abandoned during the depression. We fixed the place up as a safe house for emergencies such as this. We could stay there for a few days without leaving if needed be with the exception of food. We arrived at the warehouse in one piece. We were out of the range of the cops by a few miles. I knew the back streets like the back of my hand. Joey opened the huge door and I parked inside. Vinnie and I got the goods out of the back and counted the dough. Fifty grand. Way more than we were led to believe we were pilfering. "We�ll get $45,000 to Mr.14 tomorrow and keep the rest," said Vinnie grinning at the pile of counted money. He looked like a kid in a candy store. "We�ll need to lay low for the night though. That guard was bound to have given his HQ some sort of description of us." But then Joey got a stroke of brilliancy, "But what about food? I haven�t ate since breakfast." Vinnie bopped him upside the head, "Go to the diner a few blocks down and get some take out, genius. That�s the least of our problems." |