Bank Robbers

Khali returned into the Bank of America. She wondered what precisely was taking Alan so long. “What’s the hold up?” she joked, smiling, but then she caught the threatening sight of a nine-millimeter semi-automatic pistol skillfully trained upon her by the heretofore unseen security guard. She finished, “Wow, I never saw that one coming! Je suis surpris!”

“If you want me to let you two go,” said Colin, entering the main area, “You’re going to have to cut me in on the action.”

“You’ve got to be joking,” Oak said, rolling his eyes.

He straightened out the nylon mask. This slightly improved his vision.

“Don’t forget my percentage,” Joan insisted, nervously.

“Ditto for me,” said Jason, hands interlocking behind his head. He stared excitedly at Oakley from the smoothly waxed and polished floor. “I want my cut!”

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