'Watches on.'
Out the car came Audi. Beamer followed, and Nissan to slam the door.
'He's fucking off.'
'Nerves.'
They jogged the stairs. Tires peeled behind.
'Nerves.' Nissan stepped to Audi, voice low. 'He's fucked.'
'He's tagged. Mask.' Audi's hand dragged his face, raising his voice. 'Masks.'
The steps concluded at wide glass doors flushed red. Thus the day began.
Audi's hand rested at the long vertical bar. 'Ten minutes.'
Shadows crawled the foyer. A hand rested at its belt caught a wiry fang, and the chest above it a couple more. The guard seized as the fangs hissed, collapsing with a groan. Tape to face and zips to limbs Beamer rose above the hogties, rushing on.
Audi racked and shot. 'You know the drill folks.' Debris rained somewhere above. 'This is not a fucking drill.'
Nissan slid across the counter, pistol trained. 'Pop your register and off you go.' A whip to the nearest put the rest in motion. 'Today.'
The green mouths cracked and out the tellers crept from their pens, toward where Audi had stacked the other staff along the wall. The corral went with few moans and no panic, until in a row sat all the squirming bunch.
Nissan returned to collect, bailing the hay.
'Don't stand don't turn don't move don't think.'
With some shakes a folded bag breathed.
'I smell anything but shit it's slaughter.'
A glance back toward deeper rooms saw nothing.
'Heroes get slugs, superman. Keep fucking eyeing me we'll test that.'
The bag nearly burst squeezing into its backpack. Nissan left the pens grunting, as the weight swung across to hang.
A glance at wrist rushed quickened steps. 'C minus three.'
'Let's go.' Out came Beamer from the back, duffel in arm.
Nissan rushed to the window. A tired sun peaked over some houses on a hill. Onto a lot of cars, a sea of black and white collected at the front. 'Fuck.' An armored huddle climbed the steps already. 'Fuck.'
Nissan crossed the doors, pumping some rounds into brick above the glass. 'The tag.'
'What?'
'Fuck!' Nissan shot some more, before turning again.
Audi sent the phone. 'Shit.'
Nissan caught and flipped it. The pin sat there, nestled beside the station. 'Fucker.' 6.5 mi, 10 min. Diamonds Are. 'Fucked!'