Nov 15, 2004 17:37
Four men rush into a crowded bank in downtown Arlington. Tight-fitting knit hoods cover their faces, which happen to be set in a perpetual grin no matter the situation. Fully automatic weapons and loads of ammunition give them all the courage they need. The bank, which if you were paying attention is crowded, just happens to have been vistited by the Brinks Security men. Meaning a lot of cash is on hand.
Four men open fire in a crowded bank, killing two rent-a-cops and a bank-teller who was reaching for the silent alarm switch. The report of the weapons shocks the rest of the bankers into a shock so primal there is nothing left to do but urinate.
Four men with linen bags gather up around two and a half million dollars in cash and an undisclosed amount of bonds. The cash equivalant of ammunition spent on the heist amounts to only $175.
Four police cruisers and three civilian cars are disabled in the pursuit to capture the four men in tight-fitting knit hoods. RunFlat tires are a deffinite plus to those who face police spikes.
1,200 rounds escape barrels. O casualties. Butt load of cash gone. Three car hijackings. One suspect in custody.
7 Budweisers. One shot of J&B. 24 oz.er of Coors. Consumed.
Press play and Beck tells me that I'm sleepin' on a hollow log and she'll do anything to make me feel like an asshole.
So long.