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Walker Bait
October 13th
12:31pm
The Bank Of New York
Oscar walked slowly into the bank, five minutes before his friend was scheduled to come inside. He was calm, he knew what he was doing there and he knew how everything was going to work. But their job wasn't just to get in there and rob the place, no, Oscar and Giles wanted to have fun while doing so. They weren't really supposed to, though. I mean, the entire idea was to be in and out as fast as they could be, with the money in hand, but the two of them just enjoyed seeing people's frightened faces so much that they just had to play around.
And that meant guns.
Obviously Oscar didn't have them on him currently, no, Giles carried those while Oscar scouted the place out for exits and security cameras, and then when he came inside he gave him his and the plan went on as, well, planned. Lewis was in charge of the security cameras, though. When he saw Oscar pass in front of one it was his job to turn them off, and he wasn't even in the building. No, this was all planned out very carefully, Lewis was sat far away in a small black van with his computers and gadgets, and he would do whatever it was that he did while Oscar and Giles risked it all for the cash. It was safe to say that Lewis did not get a very large share of the pay.
Well, none of them did really. I mean they got as much as was given to them by the boss, which wasn't a hefty amount, and they had a specific amount of cash to bring back, but not a specific pay. If they didn't bring back enough, then there would be consequences, and no one liked consequences, did they?
Oscar walked around slowly, his eyes on the ground and his head tilted downwards. While the security cameras were still recording it was dangerous for him to show his face. If he did, he could be recognised through facial recognition software that he knew that the FBI had, if they were even called in for this, which he suspected they might be. If he was recognised then everything he had worked for could be shattered immediately. He had run away when he was seventeen, and no one had seen him since. He would be the least likely person to have committed a crime, especially if they suspected he was dead.
And he would like to keep it that way.
He glanced upwards every now and then to check for doors, which he noticed there were only a few of, and could easily be watched. No one would get in or out without him and Giles noticing, and that was the way it had to be. He didn't suspect that anyone would try it, though, especially when the first shots were fired.
Checking his watch and appearing calm, Oscar walked slowly around. If anyone were to ask, he would simply say that he had scheduled for someone to meet him here, and no one would doubt it as he flashed them a kind smile. But no one asked, and he was glad for it.
He was dressed in a black pair of business trousers and a white shirt, but under that white shirt was a simple t-shirt, and he would be taking off the business shirt when everything went down. It just wasn't practical to rob a bank when you were wearing business attire, he had found. He was looking down at his watch and watching the seconds tick by casually, waiting. Three minutes remaining and he was as calm as ever.
You would think that he truly was waiting for someone to show up. I suppose he was technically waiting for Giles to come inside, so it wasn't a lie, but still. The only problem was, though, that Oscar didn't look old enough to be wearing business attire with the intent to actually meet someone on business. He still looked young, but was twenty five years old, and his face... It deceived a lot of people. It also made him easier to recognise by people he once knew, and he'd only ever had that problem once before when he passed his mothers old friend in the street somewhere she just shouldn't be.
He did hope that the funeral was extravagant. He just couldn't risk it, even if it did mean killing someone he knew.
Oscar was scowling now, at the thought of bein recognised and the thought of Julia, and then his mother. Did he miss her, no, not really. He had at first, he had wanted to come home, but now he just didn't care. She wasn't his mother in that sense anymore, she have birth to him, and Adam Sharp supplied the sperm. That's all he considered them to be nowadays. His egg and sperm donors. He didn't have parents in his own eyes.
He stopped scowling when an older woman walked past him with a frown on her face, glaring at him. He didn't know what he had done wrong, so he shot her a smile and then stepped backwards out of the way. God, let's hope she didn't die of a heart attack when the guns started firing, hey?
Another look at his watch. Two minutes remaining.
12:31pm
The Bank Of New York
Oscar walked slowly into the bank, five minutes before his friend was scheduled to come inside. He was calm, he knew what he was doing there and he knew how everything was going to work. But their job wasn't just to get in there and rob the place, no, Oscar and Giles wanted to have fun while doing so. They weren't really supposed to, though. I mean, the entire idea was to be in and out as fast as they could be, with the money in hand, but the two of them just enjoyed seeing people's frightened faces so much that they just had to play around.
And that meant guns.
Obviously Oscar didn't have them on him currently, no, Giles carried those while Oscar scouted the place out for exits and security cameras, and then when he came inside he gave him his and the plan went on as, well, planned. Lewis was in charge of the security cameras, though. When he saw Oscar pass in front of one it was his job to turn them off, and he wasn't even in the building. No, this was all planned out very carefully, Lewis was sat far away in a small black van with his computers and gadgets, and he would do whatever it was that he did while Oscar and Giles risked it all for the cash. It was safe to say that Lewis did not get a very large share of the pay.
Well, none of them did really. I mean they got as much as was given to them by the boss, which wasn't a hefty amount, and they had a specific amount of cash to bring back, but not a specific pay. If they didn't bring back enough, then there would be consequences, and no one liked consequences, did they?
Oscar walked around slowly, his eyes on the ground and his head tilted downwards. While the security cameras were still recording it was dangerous for him to show his face. If he did, he could be recognised through facial recognition software that he knew that the FBI had, if they were even called in for this, which he suspected they might be. If he was recognised then everything he had worked for could be shattered immediately. He had run away when he was seventeen, and no one had seen him since. He would be the least likely person to have committed a crime, especially if they suspected he was dead.
And he would like to keep it that way.
He glanced upwards every now and then to check for doors, which he noticed there were only a few of, and could easily be watched. No one would get in or out without him and Giles noticing, and that was the way it had to be. He didn't suspect that anyone would try it, though, especially when the first shots were fired.
Checking his watch and appearing calm, Oscar walked slowly around. If anyone were to ask, he would simply say that he had scheduled for someone to meet him here, and no one would doubt it as he flashed them a kind smile. But no one asked, and he was glad for it.
He was dressed in a black pair of business trousers and a white shirt, but under that white shirt was a simple t-shirt, and he would be taking off the business shirt when everything went down. It just wasn't practical to rob a bank when you were wearing business attire, he had found. He was looking down at his watch and watching the seconds tick by casually, waiting. Three minutes remaining and he was as calm as ever.
You would think that he truly was waiting for someone to show up. I suppose he was technically waiting for Giles to come inside, so it wasn't a lie, but still. The only problem was, though, that Oscar didn't look old enough to be wearing business attire with the intent to actually meet someone on business. He still looked young, but was twenty five years old, and his face... It deceived a lot of people. It also made him easier to recognise by people he once knew, and he'd only ever had that problem once before when he passed his mothers old friend in the street somewhere she just shouldn't be.
He did hope that the funeral was extravagant. He just couldn't risk it, even if it did mean killing someone he knew.
Oscar was scowling now, at the thought of bein recognised and the thought of Julia, and then his mother. Did he miss her, no, not really. He had at first, he had wanted to come home, but now he just didn't care. She wasn't his mother in that sense anymore, she have birth to him, and Adam Sharp supplied the sperm. That's all he considered them to be nowadays. His egg and sperm donors. He didn't have parents in his own eyes.
He stopped scowling when an older woman walked past him with a frown on her face, glaring at him. He didn't know what he had done wrong, so he shot her a smile and then stepped backwards out of the way. God, let's hope she didn't die of a heart attack when the guns started firing, hey?
Another look at his watch. Two minutes remaining.
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NightNurse
Junior Member
Diana really wasn't having the greatest day.
It had all started this morning. The newspaper who she was supposed to submit a piece to had dropped her at the last minute, leaving her without a writing assignment to make money off of. A month of work, wasted. Which, consequently, left her a month's behind on rent. Which was just fantastic.
After leaving the newspaper's building in a frustrated fury, she got into her car and started driving. She didn't really have a particular destination in mind, so she drove aimlessly for a little while before spotting the bank. Oh, that reminded her. She was low on cash. So, she figured that she would stop in quickly and withdrawal some from her account, and then make her way back to her apartment to figure out the next step in her ever frustrating career.
Parking the car in a free space in front of the bank's main entrance, she stepped out into the pavement. It was getting chilly. She absentmindedly wished that she hadn't left her jacket at home. She had been in a hurry to get to the newspaper's office after receiving the call that they were dropping her. She hadn't really needed to go there, but she was never one to just let things go. Though, in this case, going to the office had really accomplished nothing. She resisted the urge to scowl as she opened the bank's door, the strap of her purse slung over her right shoulder.
Fiddling with the sleeve of her blue button up shirt, she glanced around the bank. Her eyes landed on a man a couple of feet away from her. Not wanting to get caught staring at him, she looked away, focusing her gaze on the edge of her brown pencil skirt. In her brief glance at the stranger, she had noticed two things about him. First, he looked awfully young for appearing like a business man. That reminded her of her old friend, the missing one, who had always looked younger than he actually way. Which made her realize the second thing she had noticed. This stranger next to her looked just like Oscar. A little older, of course, but this man could have been her missing best friend's twin.
Or it could be him.
The thought caught her off guard and left her looking torn and confused for a moment before shaking her head slightly. The chances of this man being the same person who had vanished years ago were slim to nothing. Diana could almost picture the man's confused expression and hear herself saying 'Sorry, I thought you were someone else.'
After all, it had happened before. Especially in the first couple of years after he had vanished. Diana would think she saw him out of the corner of her eye, hopefully rushing through a crowd or approaching a complete stranger. But in the last few years, Diana had pretty much given up on every seeing her friend again. The chances of seeing him again didn't seem very likely, especially now that he had been gone for eight years. Everybody thought that he was dead. His parents, her parents. Probably even the police, considering that they had stopped looking for him years ago. Diana supposed that her wishfully thinking that he was still out there somewhere was just that, wishful thinking.
But what if it was actually him? Diana frowned, standing a few feet to the left of the man. She glanced at him out of the corner of eye and felt more confident in her suspicion. She decided that risking a moment of awkwardness was worth dismissing her curiosity. She knew that if she didn't at least say something to this man, she might regret it, thinking that she may have seen her missing friend but ignored him. So she took a slow step closer to him, brushing a few stray hairs that had escaped her pinned up hair out of her face.
"Oscar?" She asked, looking up at the man with a mixed expression of apprehension, awkwardness, and the faintest glimmer of hope.
It had all started this morning. The newspaper who she was supposed to submit a piece to had dropped her at the last minute, leaving her without a writing assignment to make money off of. A month of work, wasted. Which, consequently, left her a month's behind on rent. Which was just fantastic.
After leaving the newspaper's building in a frustrated fury, she got into her car and started driving. She didn't really have a particular destination in mind, so she drove aimlessly for a little while before spotting the bank. Oh, that reminded her. She was low on cash. So, she figured that she would stop in quickly and withdrawal some from her account, and then make her way back to her apartment to figure out the next step in her ever frustrating career.
Parking the car in a free space in front of the bank's main entrance, she stepped out into the pavement. It was getting chilly. She absentmindedly wished that she hadn't left her jacket at home. She had been in a hurry to get to the newspaper's office after receiving the call that they were dropping her. She hadn't really needed to go there, but she was never one to just let things go. Though, in this case, going to the office had really accomplished nothing. She resisted the urge to scowl as she opened the bank's door, the strap of her purse slung over her right shoulder.
Fiddling with the sleeve of her blue button up shirt, she glanced around the bank. Her eyes landed on a man a couple of feet away from her. Not wanting to get caught staring at him, she looked away, focusing her gaze on the edge of her brown pencil skirt. In her brief glance at the stranger, she had noticed two things about him. First, he looked awfully young for appearing like a business man. That reminded her of her old friend, the missing one, who had always looked younger than he actually way. Which made her realize the second thing she had noticed. This stranger next to her looked just like Oscar. A little older, of course, but this man could have been her missing best friend's twin.
Or it could be him.
The thought caught her off guard and left her looking torn and confused for a moment before shaking her head slightly. The chances of this man being the same person who had vanished years ago were slim to nothing. Diana could almost picture the man's confused expression and hear herself saying 'Sorry, I thought you were someone else.'
After all, it had happened before. Especially in the first couple of years after he had vanished. Diana would think she saw him out of the corner of her eye, hopefully rushing through a crowd or approaching a complete stranger. But in the last few years, Diana had pretty much given up on every seeing her friend again. The chances of seeing him again didn't seem very likely, especially now that he had been gone for eight years. Everybody thought that he was dead. His parents, her parents. Probably even the police, considering that they had stopped looking for him years ago. Diana supposed that her wishfully thinking that he was still out there somewhere was just that, wishful thinking.
But what if it was actually him? Diana frowned, standing a few feet to the left of the man. She glanced at him out of the corner of eye and felt more confident in her suspicion. She decided that risking a moment of awkwardness was worth dismissing her curiosity. She knew that if she didn't at least say something to this man, she might regret it, thinking that she may have seen her missing friend but ignored him. So she took a slow step closer to him, brushing a few stray hairs that had escaped her pinned up hair out of her face.
"Oscar?" She asked, looking up at the man with a mixed expression of apprehension, awkwardness, and the faintest glimmer of hope.
buildingaspaceship
Walker Bait
Oscar didn't quite notice how many people may have walked in or out of the bank. His eyes were either firmly fastened to the watch on his wrist, a black digital one, or on the security cameras which he now knew were powered down thanks to their sort of... Well, their sort of slack look. He knew that Lewis had done his job on account of that fact, which meant that everything was prepared for Giles to come inside and start scaring the place silly. Oscar had two choices in this situation, he could break away from the rest of the group and start causing chaos with him, or he could instead play pretend and frightened with the group.
He didn't know which one he liked most, but he knew one thing: He loved seeing the look of surprise on people's faces when they realised that someone who they believed was in the same situation as them, terrorised by a man with guns, was suddenly passed one of said guns and started trying to get inside a bank vault. To him it was just comical, so he decided that that was something he would probably do. Whatever he did, anyway, Giles would just go along with it and presume he knew what he was doing.
He looked at his watch again, a minute and a half. Time seemed to be ticking so slowly, and he just wished it would speed up so that the fun could begin.
However, he glanced up from his watch again, but did not look at her. This woman had been standing next to him for at least thirty seconds now, he had noticed this since she stopped walking and looked down at her skirt, which he had observed from the corner of his eye. He didn't recognise her, he didn't get a good look at her face considering he was looking straight ahead and trying to make it look like he hadn't noticed her.
Keep moving, lady. He thought to himself. Don't make things more difficult than they have to be.
But when she said his name...
Shit.
Someone recognised him.
He looked up and swivelled around to look at her, dropping his watch hand to his side and studying her face. Who was it? He knew that face, he knew it well, but he couldn't put a name to it... And then he could, all of a sudden and just like that, and he opened his mouth slightly in surprise. He supposed he should play it cool, pretend he didn't know her and was actually called Michael or something, but the sheer surprise of who it was... That was what made him open his mouth and ruin every chance of playing it safe.
"Diana?"
This was not good. This was not good at all. His eyes widened and his heart beat picked up. Why? He could surely just take care of the problem, kill her nice and quick so that she never told anyone she'd seen him, just like he had with dear old Julia. But it was more complicated than that this time. Julia had been a sixty year old woman with a tendency to feed him stale biscuits when he came over with his mother. But this- This was Diana, his best friend from years ago. He had grown up with her, next door to her, and he had shared everything with her. They had remained friends during high school, against all odds and arguments, but Oscar was hoping never to see her again round about a year after he left home.
She would want to know why, she would have questions, which meant she wouldn't be leaving him alone, and there was only a minute and ten seconds left on the clock until the entire place hit hell on earth.
He didn't know which one he liked most, but he knew one thing: He loved seeing the look of surprise on people's faces when they realised that someone who they believed was in the same situation as them, terrorised by a man with guns, was suddenly passed one of said guns and started trying to get inside a bank vault. To him it was just comical, so he decided that that was something he would probably do. Whatever he did, anyway, Giles would just go along with it and presume he knew what he was doing.
He looked at his watch again, a minute and a half. Time seemed to be ticking so slowly, and he just wished it would speed up so that the fun could begin.
However, he glanced up from his watch again, but did not look at her. This woman had been standing next to him for at least thirty seconds now, he had noticed this since she stopped walking and looked down at her skirt, which he had observed from the corner of his eye. He didn't recognise her, he didn't get a good look at her face considering he was looking straight ahead and trying to make it look like he hadn't noticed her.
Keep moving, lady. He thought to himself. Don't make things more difficult than they have to be.
But when she said his name...
Shit.
Someone recognised him.
He looked up and swivelled around to look at her, dropping his watch hand to his side and studying her face. Who was it? He knew that face, he knew it well, but he couldn't put a name to it... And then he could, all of a sudden and just like that, and he opened his mouth slightly in surprise. He supposed he should play it cool, pretend he didn't know her and was actually called Michael or something, but the sheer surprise of who it was... That was what made him open his mouth and ruin every chance of playing it safe.
"Diana?"
This was not good. This was not good at all. His eyes widened and his heart beat picked up. Why? He could surely just take care of the problem, kill her nice and quick so that she never told anyone she'd seen him, just like he had with dear old Julia. But it was more complicated than that this time. Julia had been a sixty year old woman with a tendency to feed him stale biscuits when he came over with his mother. But this- This was Diana, his best friend from years ago. He had grown up with her, next door to her, and he had shared everything with her. They had remained friends during high school, against all odds and arguments, but Oscar was hoping never to see her again round about a year after he left home.
She would want to know why, she would have questions, which meant she wouldn't be leaving him alone, and there was only a minute and ten seconds left on the clock until the entire place hit hell on earth.
NightNurse
Junior Member
Diana stared at Oscar, nodding when he said her name, confirming what part of her already knew was true. This man was exactly who she had suspected he was. She couldn't believe it was really him. After all those years of looking for him, and here she found him when she finally stopped looking everywhere. She stared at him for a few seconds without saying anything, just staring at him, obviously not knowing what to say.
"I knew you weren't dead." She said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Still, I didn't think I would ever see you again." Her voice broke. She swallowed the forming lump in her throat, refusing to cry in such a public place. After a second, however, the shock of finding Oscar was replaced by confusion. A million different questions came to mind, but she only voiced the most obvious one.
"What the hell happened to you?" She asked with a frown. She studied him for a moment. He had been staring at his watch when she had seen him. She wondered if he was waiting for someone. "I mean, you just vanished and nobody ever heard from you again." She said softly. "I never heard from you again." She said. "Your parents think that you're dead, Oscar! Almost everybody thinks that you're dead, and have been that way for a very long time." She exclaimed, but then paused for a second.
"But... are you okay?" She asked gently. She was trying to calm down. After all, she had no idea what Oscar might have gone through in the last eight years. Getting angry with him really wasn't fair. At least not until she knew more about the situation. "Did somebody make you run away?" She asked with wide eyes. "Jesus, you weren't kidnapped or anything, were you?" She asked, concerned. She had read quite a bit on why people go missing after Oscar had ran away. None of the reasons had been particularly pleasant, that was for sure.
"I knew you weren't dead." She said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. "Still, I didn't think I would ever see you again." Her voice broke. She swallowed the forming lump in her throat, refusing to cry in such a public place. After a second, however, the shock of finding Oscar was replaced by confusion. A million different questions came to mind, but she only voiced the most obvious one.
"What the hell happened to you?" She asked with a frown. She studied him for a moment. He had been staring at his watch when she had seen him. She wondered if he was waiting for someone. "I mean, you just vanished and nobody ever heard from you again." She said softly. "I never heard from you again." She said. "Your parents think that you're dead, Oscar! Almost everybody thinks that you're dead, and have been that way for a very long time." She exclaimed, but then paused for a second.
"But... are you okay?" She asked gently. She was trying to calm down. After all, she had no idea what Oscar might have gone through in the last eight years. Getting angry with him really wasn't fair. At least not until she knew more about the situation. "Did somebody make you run away?" She asked with wide eyes. "Jesus, you weren't kidnapped or anything, were you?" She asked, concerned. She had read quite a bit on why people go missing after Oscar had ran away. None of the reasons had been particularly pleasant, that was for sure.
buildingaspaceship
Walker Bait
Oscar didn't know what to do, and that was the only way I can explain it. He didn't know what to do because, well, in a minute there would be a bank robbery and his old best friend was in the bank, she'd recognised him, and now she was asking countless questions that Oscar couldn't escape from. He couldn't just give her his number or anything and say that he would talk to her later about it because he was really quite busy. He couldn't do that, considering he didn't have a number that she could call.
He shushed her when she began to get loud, not wanting to attract the attention of anyone around them. If she caused a scene then that would be the end of the discrete mission that they were supposed to be on. Well, that Oscar was on. Not Diana, of course. He put her hand on his arm and quickly moved her to the side before checking his watch again. Fifty seconds. Surely that had to be enough time for her to get out!
"I- It's a long story and I really don't have the time, Diana. I- Things happened for a reason, and- I- I can't explain them here, and not now either." He had to make her leave. Even if she had recognised him, he didn't want her to be caught up in all of this. She was his best friend, for Christ's sake, he didn't want her to be hurt. It just wasn't as easy as killing Julia. "It'd be best if you- If you just kept thinking I'm dead for one more day. I'll call you, Diana, but you've got to leave, right now."
He checked his watch again, thirty seconds.
Knowing Giles, he would be perfectly on time. The second that the clock hit the minute mark he would bust in here and fire some shots, everyone would go down on the ground (excluding Oscar, he wasn't in the mood to play the victim anymore), and they would get inside the bank. Well, Oscar wouldn't, he wasn't good at that stuff, but Giles could do it.
"Like I said, I'll call you, but you've gotta go. Trust me, I'll explain later but..."
Was he really going to risk being identified by the police because he didn't want his best friend to die? And she wasn't his best friend anymore. No one was, he was alone in this. To him, now, she was just a distant memory from a past life that didn't matter anymore, that he didn't involve himself in anymore. And if he didn't want to kill her, then surely Giles could do it. He was torn, and the clock was still ticking.
He checked it again, he must look like a complete freak, constantly checking the time. There was no time for her to get out now that there was ten seconds left.
Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five.
Oscar stepped away from her, removing his hand from her arm and running it through his hair. Alright, she was going to have to be here, she was going to have to be involved, she couldn't get out now.
Four.
Oscar began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the grey one underneath it, which, on the collar, had a few specks of blood.
Three.
He tied the now unbuttoned shirt around his waist, he wasn't just going to leave it behind for anyone to pick up and try and identify. He had his DNA on there, somehow. On the buttons, mainly. He wasn't going to let them lead to him. He was being careful, despite this sudden flaw in the plan.
Two.
He looked up at Diana and felt a pang of guilt. She didn't deserve this, she didn't deserve to be involved in something like this. I mean it wasn't her that was being targeted directly, but... She was involved now, and it was about to be pretty unpleasant for her.
One.
The door to the bank flew open, and the first thing that sounded was gun fire. Loud. Louder than anything that anyone would hear in the movies, but he was used to it. Oscar and Giles, of course. Giles had entered the building, guns in hand. He knew that there were no security cameras on in here, so he wasn't wearing a mask or anything like that. No, all he was wearing was black steel toed boots, pants, and black t-shirt. And then, of course, a belt with his tools on it.
He and Oscar shared a look, and that was that. It had begun. Everyone in the bank was screaming, and thanks to the order barked out by Giles for everyone to get down on their knees, everyone had done.
He shushed her when she began to get loud, not wanting to attract the attention of anyone around them. If she caused a scene then that would be the end of the discrete mission that they were supposed to be on. Well, that Oscar was on. Not Diana, of course. He put her hand on his arm and quickly moved her to the side before checking his watch again. Fifty seconds. Surely that had to be enough time for her to get out!
"I- It's a long story and I really don't have the time, Diana. I- Things happened for a reason, and- I- I can't explain them here, and not now either." He had to make her leave. Even if she had recognised him, he didn't want her to be caught up in all of this. She was his best friend, for Christ's sake, he didn't want her to be hurt. It just wasn't as easy as killing Julia. "It'd be best if you- If you just kept thinking I'm dead for one more day. I'll call you, Diana, but you've got to leave, right now."
He checked his watch again, thirty seconds.
Knowing Giles, he would be perfectly on time. The second that the clock hit the minute mark he would bust in here and fire some shots, everyone would go down on the ground (excluding Oscar, he wasn't in the mood to play the victim anymore), and they would get inside the bank. Well, Oscar wouldn't, he wasn't good at that stuff, but Giles could do it.
"Like I said, I'll call you, but you've gotta go. Trust me, I'll explain later but..."
Was he really going to risk being identified by the police because he didn't want his best friend to die? And she wasn't his best friend anymore. No one was, he was alone in this. To him, now, she was just a distant memory from a past life that didn't matter anymore, that he didn't involve himself in anymore. And if he didn't want to kill her, then surely Giles could do it. He was torn, and the clock was still ticking.
He checked it again, he must look like a complete freak, constantly checking the time. There was no time for her to get out now that there was ten seconds left.
Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five.
Oscar stepped away from her, removing his hand from her arm and running it through his hair. Alright, she was going to have to be here, she was going to have to be involved, she couldn't get out now.
Four.
Oscar began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the grey one underneath it, which, on the collar, had a few specks of blood.
Three.
He tied the now unbuttoned shirt around his waist, he wasn't just going to leave it behind for anyone to pick up and try and identify. He had his DNA on there, somehow. On the buttons, mainly. He wasn't going to let them lead to him. He was being careful, despite this sudden flaw in the plan.
Two.
He looked up at Diana and felt a pang of guilt. She didn't deserve this, she didn't deserve to be involved in something like this. I mean it wasn't her that was being targeted directly, but... She was involved now, and it was about to be pretty unpleasant for her.
One.
The door to the bank flew open, and the first thing that sounded was gun fire. Loud. Louder than anything that anyone would hear in the movies, but he was used to it. Oscar and Giles, of course. Giles had entered the building, guns in hand. He knew that there were no security cameras on in here, so he wasn't wearing a mask or anything like that. No, all he was wearing was black steel toed boots, pants, and black t-shirt. And then, of course, a belt with his tools on it.
He and Oscar shared a look, and that was that. It had begun. Everyone in the bank was screaming, and thanks to the order barked out by Giles for everyone to get down on their knees, everyone had done.
NightNurse
Junior Member
Diana raised an eyebrow when Oscar moved her to the side. She stared at him, shaking her head slightly when he tried to get her to leave. She couldn't believe him. They had just been reunited after eight years, and he wanted her to leave him? She was more confused than ever now.
"I can't just pretend that you're dead again." She said. "Not after I've found you!" She exclaimed. She was frustrated with him, not understanding what was going on. Why was he acting so strange? Why didn't he want her in the building?
It was only after he checked Oscar watch again that she got the feeling that something was going on. Something bad.
"Oscar, what is going on?" She questioned. She took a step back from him when he let go of her and started to remove her shirt. Her eyes widened at the specks of blood on the collar of his t-shirt.
"Is that blood?" She asked, sounding concerned, confused, and a little suspicious. She was struck with the feeling that there was something very wrong about this situation. What the hell was Oscar doing?
That's when she heard the bank doors fly open. Then she heard the gun shots. She took a few quick steps away from the door before looking over at the man who had entered the bank. She saw him and Oscar share a look and her eyes widened. She was too shocked and scared to even scream, even though that's what most of the other people in the bank was doing.
When the man told everyone to get down on their knees, Diana complied. She was shaking now. The strap of her purse slipped down off of her shoulder, but she didn't move to pick it up.
"What are you doing?" She asked, looking up at Oscar. She didn't realize until after she had spoken that she might get shot for talking. Her horrified and scared expression gave away this thought, so she looked away from Oscar and stared down at the floor. Her eyes were wide, and she was desperately trying to make sense of the situation. Is this what Oscar has been doing for the past eight years?
She shut her eyes for a second, wishing she had listened to her dad when he suggested that she carry a gun for protection. Her parents had been so worried about her after Oscar vanished, not knowing if there somebody after local kids. At the time, Diana hadn't paid much attentions to their worries, too preoccupied with thoughts of her missing friend. Now, she really wished she had paid more attention and done what her father suggested. Not that she would have used the gun on Oscar, but there was the other man with him. She supposed that wishing for a gun wouldn't do her any good now.
She opened her eyes again, glancing around the bank. Luckily, everyone had done with the armed man had told them to. Diana didn't really want to watch somebody get shot and killed. Not to mention the fact that she really didn't want to be killed herself. She bit her lower lip, glancing up at Oscar for a second. She was obviously terrified. Her, along with everyone else in the bank.
"I can't just pretend that you're dead again." She said. "Not after I've found you!" She exclaimed. She was frustrated with him, not understanding what was going on. Why was he acting so strange? Why didn't he want her in the building?
It was only after he checked Oscar watch again that she got the feeling that something was going on. Something bad.
"Oscar, what is going on?" She questioned. She took a step back from him when he let go of her and started to remove her shirt. Her eyes widened at the specks of blood on the collar of his t-shirt.
"Is that blood?" She asked, sounding concerned, confused, and a little suspicious. She was struck with the feeling that there was something very wrong about this situation. What the hell was Oscar doing?
That's when she heard the bank doors fly open. Then she heard the gun shots. She took a few quick steps away from the door before looking over at the man who had entered the bank. She saw him and Oscar share a look and her eyes widened. She was too shocked and scared to even scream, even though that's what most of the other people in the bank was doing.
When the man told everyone to get down on their knees, Diana complied. She was shaking now. The strap of her purse slipped down off of her shoulder, but she didn't move to pick it up.
"What are you doing?" She asked, looking up at Oscar. She didn't realize until after she had spoken that she might get shot for talking. Her horrified and scared expression gave away this thought, so she looked away from Oscar and stared down at the floor. Her eyes were wide, and she was desperately trying to make sense of the situation. Is this what Oscar has been doing for the past eight years?
She shut her eyes for a second, wishing she had listened to her dad when he suggested that she carry a gun for protection. Her parents had been so worried about her after Oscar vanished, not knowing if there somebody after local kids. At the time, Diana hadn't paid much attentions to their worries, too preoccupied with thoughts of her missing friend. Now, she really wished she had paid more attention and done what her father suggested. Not that she would have used the gun on Oscar, but there was the other man with him. She supposed that wishing for a gun wouldn't do her any good now.
She opened her eyes again, glancing around the bank. Luckily, everyone had done with the armed man had told them to. Diana didn't really want to watch somebody get shot and killed. Not to mention the fact that she really didn't want to be killed herself. She bit her lower lip, glancing up at Oscar for a second. She was obviously terrified. Her, along with everyone else in the bank.
buildingaspaceship
Walker Bait
Oscar looked at Diana when she spoke to him, and, if it had been anyone else, then he would have yelled at her to shut up and stay silent like the rest of them. But she was his old best friend, and he didn't want to hurt her. I mean, it was too late now. He'd probably get her hurt anyway, considering this was a bank robbery, and the real thing too, not just a little set up.
"G, gun." Oscar called out, ripping his eyes away from him. They were supposed to have code names when they did things like this, I mean, they couldn't just go around yelling out each others names for people to give up later on. If they did that then things would be over much quicker than they would like, and they would probably end up facing the police instead of their boss. So Giles was G, nice and simple. Oscar was Sharp, considering no one usually connected that with his actual last name, and it meant something else to them too.
Sharp. Sharp-shooter, sharp knives. He was skilled with weapons, there was no doubt about it, and that was why he was referred to as such. Lewis was Techy, and that was it. They used to have four people on their team, until one of them crossed the boss too many times and... Oscar never saw him again. It was best to presume he was dead, considering that was probably what had happened. The boss gave chances, but only three. Oscar had never lost one chance.
Giles threw Oscar his gun, which he caught skilfully and then loaded. It was a good thing he got it in time too, because that was when he saw one of the women who worked there dive for something. He didn't know what, but he didn't like the look of it, and so he did what he was supposed to. Stopped her. He shot her.
Not lethally or anything, just in the leg, and then he made his way over to her. "Nu-uh lady, no tricks. We have guns, they're loaded, and we know how to shoot." He teased, pressing the gun against her head and pulling her up to her feet. Her leg was bleeding, not that that phased Oscar in the slightest. He kept the gun against her head as he spoke to her. "You're gonna be a good little girl and get us inside that vault, aren't you? If you don't... Then everyone in here dies. Except you, no, you have to live with the guilt." There was a twisted grin on his face while he spoke, and then he pushed her over to Giles.
The woman fell into her arms, shaking her head, no, she wouldn't help them.
Giles rolled his eyes and then grabbed her hand, forcefully jerking two of the fingers backwards. "Sharp, her partner." Giles commanded, and so he did as was told and turned around until he spotted the middle aged man in the work uniform. He made his way over to him and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up to his feet.
What had happened to Oscar to make him this way? Make him so cruel and willing to hurt? Why did he run away? Why choose this life?
The man he had pulled up to his feet was whimpering now that Oscar's gun was pressed to the side of his head.
"You have five seconds before his brains are on this nice little tiled floor."
"G, gun." Oscar called out, ripping his eyes away from him. They were supposed to have code names when they did things like this, I mean, they couldn't just go around yelling out each others names for people to give up later on. If they did that then things would be over much quicker than they would like, and they would probably end up facing the police instead of their boss. So Giles was G, nice and simple. Oscar was Sharp, considering no one usually connected that with his actual last name, and it meant something else to them too.
Sharp. Sharp-shooter, sharp knives. He was skilled with weapons, there was no doubt about it, and that was why he was referred to as such. Lewis was Techy, and that was it. They used to have four people on their team, until one of them crossed the boss too many times and... Oscar never saw him again. It was best to presume he was dead, considering that was probably what had happened. The boss gave chances, but only three. Oscar had never lost one chance.
Giles threw Oscar his gun, which he caught skilfully and then loaded. It was a good thing he got it in time too, because that was when he saw one of the women who worked there dive for something. He didn't know what, but he didn't like the look of it, and so he did what he was supposed to. Stopped her. He shot her.
Not lethally or anything, just in the leg, and then he made his way over to her. "Nu-uh lady, no tricks. We have guns, they're loaded, and we know how to shoot." He teased, pressing the gun against her head and pulling her up to her feet. Her leg was bleeding, not that that phased Oscar in the slightest. He kept the gun against her head as he spoke to her. "You're gonna be a good little girl and get us inside that vault, aren't you? If you don't... Then everyone in here dies. Except you, no, you have to live with the guilt." There was a twisted grin on his face while he spoke, and then he pushed her over to Giles.
The woman fell into her arms, shaking her head, no, she wouldn't help them.
Giles rolled his eyes and then grabbed her hand, forcefully jerking two of the fingers backwards. "Sharp, her partner." Giles commanded, and so he did as was told and turned around until he spotted the middle aged man in the work uniform. He made his way over to him and grabbed him by the hair, pulling him up to his feet.
What had happened to Oscar to make him this way? Make him so cruel and willing to hurt? Why did he run away? Why choose this life?
The man he had pulled up to his feet was whimpering now that Oscar's gun was pressed to the side of his head.
"You have five seconds before his brains are on this nice little tiled floor."
NightNurse
Junior Member
Diana saw the women who worked at the bank make a move for something. No, they have guns, you idiot. She thought to herself. She shut her eyes when she heard Oscar shoot the women. She opened her eyes and looked over at the women a second later, not wanting to but wondering if Oscar had killed her. She couldn't believe that he would kill somebody.
She watched her old friend grab the injured women, and winced at what he said to her. The Oscar she had known would never grin at an injured person in that way. The Oscar she had known would have never injured a person in the first place. The grin on Oscar's face gave her chills. She barely recognized him.
What happened to you, to make you like this? How can you be so violent and cruel?
She watched the poor woman be pushed onto the other man, the one Oscar had called 'G.' She winced, feeling sorry for the woman. She really hoped that 'G' or Oscar wouldn't kill her. Diana's eyes wandered down to the women's bleeding leg, and the sight made her feel sick. She had never liked horror movies with a lot of blood as a kid.
And then Oscar grabbed the women's partner. Diana couldn't look away then, watching as the gun was pressed against the man's head. Oh, Oscar. She thought, panicked. Please don't shoot him. Please don't shoot him.
"Stop!" She exclaimed, before she could stop and think about how talking was probably not the smartest idea. "Uh.. Sharp.. please don't shoot him." She said, calling Oscar what the other man had called him. Calling him by his tea first name probably wouldn't do her any favors.
"What would killing him accomplish?" She asked, hoping to simply buy the man Oscar had a gun on more time. With any luck, the bank women would realize that refusing to cooperate with the robbers, getting her partner killed in the process, in order to save some money really wasn't worth it.
"After all, people pay more attention to a crime if somebody gets killed, right?" She asked. She was truly grasping at straws here. She didn't know if she would be killed for talking. She had already started to talk, however, so she might as well keep on trying to prevent the bank man's death.
"Not to mention, you shot her in the leg." She said, nodding towards the woman. Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to prevent her voice from shaking. "So she can't walk very fast, now can she? And other than her, isn't he the only other person here who knows how to get into the vault?"
Diana didn't even know if Oscar would even listen to her. Obviously he was a different person than the one that she had been friends with years ago. But she had to at least try to save the bank man's life. She didn't want to watch somebody die.
She watched her old friend grab the injured women, and winced at what he said to her. The Oscar she had known would never grin at an injured person in that way. The Oscar she had known would have never injured a person in the first place. The grin on Oscar's face gave her chills. She barely recognized him.
What happened to you, to make you like this? How can you be so violent and cruel?
She watched the poor woman be pushed onto the other man, the one Oscar had called 'G.' She winced, feeling sorry for the woman. She really hoped that 'G' or Oscar wouldn't kill her. Diana's eyes wandered down to the women's bleeding leg, and the sight made her feel sick. She had never liked horror movies with a lot of blood as a kid.
And then Oscar grabbed the women's partner. Diana couldn't look away then, watching as the gun was pressed against the man's head. Oh, Oscar. She thought, panicked. Please don't shoot him. Please don't shoot him.
"Stop!" She exclaimed, before she could stop and think about how talking was probably not the smartest idea. "Uh.. Sharp.. please don't shoot him." She said, calling Oscar what the other man had called him. Calling him by his tea first name probably wouldn't do her any favors.
"What would killing him accomplish?" She asked, hoping to simply buy the man Oscar had a gun on more time. With any luck, the bank women would realize that refusing to cooperate with the robbers, getting her partner killed in the process, in order to save some money really wasn't worth it.
"After all, people pay more attention to a crime if somebody gets killed, right?" She asked. She was truly grasping at straws here. She didn't know if she would be killed for talking. She had already started to talk, however, so she might as well keep on trying to prevent the bank man's death.
"Not to mention, you shot her in the leg." She said, nodding towards the woman. Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms as she tried to prevent her voice from shaking. "So she can't walk very fast, now can she? And other than her, isn't he the only other person here who knows how to get into the vault?"
Diana didn't even know if Oscar would even listen to her. Obviously he was a different person than the one that she had been friends with years ago. But she had to at least try to save the bank man's life. She didn't want to watch somebody die.
buildingaspaceship
Walker Bait
Oscar snapped his head up and looked at Diana. She was just making things more difficult than they needed to be. If she hadn't been here then maybe they would have been able to get this over and done with without any distractions. She wouldn't be saying anything, distracting him. He could have gotten that woman to help them without shooting the man, because he knew she would cave in if she realised his life was actually on the line. The shot in the leg... That should have been enough to make her realise just how serious everything was.
What would killing him accomplish? Nothing. What would robbing a bank accomplish? Nothing, really.
He listened to her, and lowered the gun slowly. He needed her to stop talking before Giles got any big ideas, because, honestly, she was feeding herself to him the second she even opened her mouth.
Giles already had big ideas, though. He wasn't in the same boat as Oscar, he hadn't seen someone who recognised him and he was still wanting to have fun with what they were doing. Oscar just wanted to get the job done, as fast as possible, so he could do something about the Diana situation. It needed to be sorted... He couldn't kill her, though, but he couldn't just let her leave like that. She could tell someone that he was still alive.
'I swear, I won't tell anyone.' That stuff meant jack shit. They always told someone, they always did no matter what, as Oscar had heard. Well. He'd never been around for one of those, aside from with Julia, but he had heard stories of times where Giles had let someone walk away only to regret it later.
Anyway, back to the present situation.
"You're right. She's useless now that she can't walk." Giles agreed, and then pushed her down onto the floor. Oscar had no choice but to go with Giles' plan, even if he didn't like the direction it was going in completely. They needed to do this fast, and he could tell from the look in his eye that he wanted to make this be slow and fun for himself. "Sharp, kill her, she's useless."
He couldn't argue.
So he pushed the man away from him and aimed the gun at the woman. Her name tag read Penelope, but soon it would be her gravestone that read that instead. Unless the man did something.
"Stop! Stop, stop please!" The man yelled out. He was kneeling on the floor now from where he had been pushed to the ground, but he soon pushed himself up to his feet and looked over at Diana. "She- she is right! Penny doesn't know how to get into the vault, but I do, and I can help you. Please, don't kill her, please don't. I'll help you, I'll help you." The man (his name tag read Charles) begged, and he stumbled clumsily over to Oscar.
Giles, the real leader of this situation, thought for a moment, but it was Oscar that lowered the gun and grabbed the man by the arm, putting the gun to his head again. He looked up just as a nod was sent to him, and he quickly pushed Charles over to Giles, who then proceeded to walk away with the man, in the direction of the large vault which they needed to open.
They weren't going to like what they found.
Months of preparation and planning would lead down to one fatal mistake, miscalculation. They couldn't see the future, they couldn't know when someone was going to decide that money should be withdrawn. But the boss still wouldn't be happy. Still, the vault hadn't been opened yet, but Giles and the man were gone. It was just Oscar now, holding a gun and staring at a crowd of people.
For a moment his cold eyes met Diana's, but he looked away and rested his gun at his side. "If anyone tries anything, I won't hesitate to blow your brains out. Consider your leg a warning to all of you fuckers in this room."
What would killing him accomplish? Nothing. What would robbing a bank accomplish? Nothing, really.
He listened to her, and lowered the gun slowly. He needed her to stop talking before Giles got any big ideas, because, honestly, she was feeding herself to him the second she even opened her mouth.
Giles already had big ideas, though. He wasn't in the same boat as Oscar, he hadn't seen someone who recognised him and he was still wanting to have fun with what they were doing. Oscar just wanted to get the job done, as fast as possible, so he could do something about the Diana situation. It needed to be sorted... He couldn't kill her, though, but he couldn't just let her leave like that. She could tell someone that he was still alive.
'I swear, I won't tell anyone.' That stuff meant jack shit. They always told someone, they always did no matter what, as Oscar had heard. Well. He'd never been around for one of those, aside from with Julia, but he had heard stories of times where Giles had let someone walk away only to regret it later.
Anyway, back to the present situation.
"You're right. She's useless now that she can't walk." Giles agreed, and then pushed her down onto the floor. Oscar had no choice but to go with Giles' plan, even if he didn't like the direction it was going in completely. They needed to do this fast, and he could tell from the look in his eye that he wanted to make this be slow and fun for himself. "Sharp, kill her, she's useless."
He couldn't argue.
So he pushed the man away from him and aimed the gun at the woman. Her name tag read Penelope, but soon it would be her gravestone that read that instead. Unless the man did something.
"Stop! Stop, stop please!" The man yelled out. He was kneeling on the floor now from where he had been pushed to the ground, but he soon pushed himself up to his feet and looked over at Diana. "She- she is right! Penny doesn't know how to get into the vault, but I do, and I can help you. Please, don't kill her, please don't. I'll help you, I'll help you." The man (his name tag read Charles) begged, and he stumbled clumsily over to Oscar.
Giles, the real leader of this situation, thought for a moment, but it was Oscar that lowered the gun and grabbed the man by the arm, putting the gun to his head again. He looked up just as a nod was sent to him, and he quickly pushed Charles over to Giles, who then proceeded to walk away with the man, in the direction of the large vault which they needed to open.
They weren't going to like what they found.
Months of preparation and planning would lead down to one fatal mistake, miscalculation. They couldn't see the future, they couldn't know when someone was going to decide that money should be withdrawn. But the boss still wouldn't be happy. Still, the vault hadn't been opened yet, but Giles and the man were gone. It was just Oscar now, holding a gun and staring at a crowd of people.
For a moment his cold eyes met Diana's, but he looked away and rested his gun at his side. "If anyone tries anything, I won't hesitate to blow your brains out. Consider your leg a warning to all of you fuckers in this room."
NightNurse
Junior Member
Diana breathed a sigh of relief when Oscar lowered the gun from the bank man's head. Thank God. She thought. Her eyes widened, however, when she heard G tell Oscar to kill the woman.
No, no, no. Don't kill her, Oscar. Don't kill her.
She watched, panicked, as G pushed the women, Penelope, down onto the floor. Had Diana just caused the woman's death? Oscar, or G, might not have killed the woman if Diana had just kept her mouth shut. She had a sinking feeling of guilt, shaking again. She didn't say anything, watching Penelope with wide eyes for a moment before looking over at Oscar.
You're not a killer.. are you?
But Oscar probably was a killer. After all, Diana had just watched him shoot a woman, and then threaten somebody else at gunpoint. But she supposed threatening somebody was different from actually pulling the trigger. She wondered if Oscar would have killed Charles. She really hoped not.
When Charles yelled out and stumbled towards Oscar, Diana was scared that she was about to watch a man be killed. She looked at Charles for a moment before watching Oscar, waiting to see what he and G would do. To her relief, the man wasn't shot just for speaking. She watched anxiously as G led Charles away. Hopefully, they would get the money that they wanted and this whole mess would be over.
But.. then what? She knew the identity of one of the robbers. Now, Diana wasn't a criminal, but she wasn't an idiot either. She was smart enough to realize that having somebody know his identity would be a pretty bad thing for Oscar. So.. would he kill her? The thought made her squeeze her eyes shut, wishing that she had never come into this bank today. On one hand, she had finally found out the Oscar was still alive. On the other hand... he was standing a few feet away from her, holding a gun and threatening a crowd of people in the midst of a bank robbery.
The Oscar that she remembered, and lost, would never do something like this. Aside from wanting to live, the thing she wanted most at the moment were answers.
Answers she now doubted that she would be getting. Even if Oscar let her live, she doubted that he would tell her anything else about himself. Surely, that would detrimental to whatever he had going on with G. She looked over at Oscar again.
"God, damn." She muttered, looking away from him and squeezing her eyes shut.
No, no, no. Don't kill her, Oscar. Don't kill her.
She watched, panicked, as G pushed the women, Penelope, down onto the floor. Had Diana just caused the woman's death? Oscar, or G, might not have killed the woman if Diana had just kept her mouth shut. She had a sinking feeling of guilt, shaking again. She didn't say anything, watching Penelope with wide eyes for a moment before looking over at Oscar.
You're not a killer.. are you?
But Oscar probably was a killer. After all, Diana had just watched him shoot a woman, and then threaten somebody else at gunpoint. But she supposed threatening somebody was different from actually pulling the trigger. She wondered if Oscar would have killed Charles. She really hoped not.
When Charles yelled out and stumbled towards Oscar, Diana was scared that she was about to watch a man be killed. She looked at Charles for a moment before watching Oscar, waiting to see what he and G would do. To her relief, the man wasn't shot just for speaking. She watched anxiously as G led Charles away. Hopefully, they would get the money that they wanted and this whole mess would be over.
But.. then what? She knew the identity of one of the robbers. Now, Diana wasn't a criminal, but she wasn't an idiot either. She was smart enough to realize that having somebody know his identity would be a pretty bad thing for Oscar. So.. would he kill her? The thought made her squeeze her eyes shut, wishing that she had never come into this bank today. On one hand, she had finally found out the Oscar was still alive. On the other hand... he was standing a few feet away from her, holding a gun and threatening a crowd of people in the midst of a bank robbery.
The Oscar that she remembered, and lost, would never do something like this. Aside from wanting to live, the thing she wanted most at the moment were answers.
Answers she now doubted that she would be getting. Even if Oscar let her live, she doubted that he would tell her anything else about himself. Surely, that would detrimental to whatever he had going on with G. She looked over at Oscar again.
"God, damn." She muttered, looking away from him and squeezing her eyes shut.
buildingaspaceship
Walker Bait
Oscar turned his back on the crowd of people and ran a hand through his hair, sighing as he did so. He was conflicted, confused. He wanted to get the money and leave, not play around and wait with all these people staring at him, with Diana staring at him. If she hadn't been here then the entire thing would have been so much easier, he could have actually had fun while doing it. More people would have been injured and it certainly wouldn't be fun for them, but for him and Giles...
But this was the hand that they had been dealt, they had this to deal with, and fast. Well, it was only Oscar who had it to deal with, and after they got the money, but before they left the bank, Oscar would need to have a quick word with Giles so that he could figure out just what to do with Diana. He needed to think of some kind of solution to this problem, that wasn't just killing her. He couldn't just let her go, though. That's why it was conflicting.
All of a sudden, and without any warning, Oscar (and the rest of the bank) heard gun fire coming in the direction of the vault. That wasn't the plan. No one was supposed to die today, they were supposed to get the money and then leave, not kill anyone. And he knew that Charles would be complying with everything that Giles said, so he couldn't have simply disobeyed the order and been shot in the foot or something.
Hopefully bringing answers, Giles rushed back into the room and straight over to Oscar. He had a wild look in his eyes, something close to fear, and the duffel bag that he had brought in with him on his back... Empty.
"What the fuck is going on, G?!" Oscar was looking from him to the vault, but instead of waiting for Giles, who was now just gaping at him with his mouth open in a wide 'o', he stormed over to the vault, and did not like what he saw.
On the floor was Charles, dead due to two shots to the back of the head, which he had already figured was the case. No.
Oscar's mouth went a similar shape to Giles', his heart started racing as he walked inside the vault and saw: Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No money, none at all, none that was promised would be there. None that they were supposed to get. Shit. Shit. He turned quickly and went back over to G, but while he walked he spotted Penelope, and he changed his course immediately, crouching down next to her and putting the gun against her chest.
"Where is it?! Where is it?! Why is it empty?!" He was almost screaming at her, and when Penelope gave him nothing other than a feeble squeak, Oscar pulled the trigger and stood up as he watched her eyes loose life and her body slump backwards. It was as easy as that, just one moment of panic and a single decision to end a life, and it was over. It was so simple, so fragile, and Oscar was so powerful.
He went back onto his knees in front of her and flipped the girl over onto her stomach, before going into the pockets of her work pants and trying to find something. A wallet, a purse, a coin, anything. They needed to bring as much money back as they could, even though he knew they would never be able to meet the requirements set by the Boss.
"Everyone empty your pockets! No one else has to die!" Oscar called out, but that wasn't entirely the truth. Maybe he'd kill them all, maybe Giles would. This was the beginning of a particularly bad day for them.
But this was the hand that they had been dealt, they had this to deal with, and fast. Well, it was only Oscar who had it to deal with, and after they got the money, but before they left the bank, Oscar would need to have a quick word with Giles so that he could figure out just what to do with Diana. He needed to think of some kind of solution to this problem, that wasn't just killing her. He couldn't just let her go, though. That's why it was conflicting.
All of a sudden, and without any warning, Oscar (and the rest of the bank) heard gun fire coming in the direction of the vault. That wasn't the plan. No one was supposed to die today, they were supposed to get the money and then leave, not kill anyone. And he knew that Charles would be complying with everything that Giles said, so he couldn't have simply disobeyed the order and been shot in the foot or something.
Hopefully bringing answers, Giles rushed back into the room and straight over to Oscar. He had a wild look in his eyes, something close to fear, and the duffel bag that he had brought in with him on his back... Empty.
"What the fuck is going on, G?!" Oscar was looking from him to the vault, but instead of waiting for Giles, who was now just gaping at him with his mouth open in a wide 'o', he stormed over to the vault, and did not like what he saw.
On the floor was Charles, dead due to two shots to the back of the head, which he had already figured was the case. No.
Oscar's mouth went a similar shape to Giles', his heart started racing as he walked inside the vault and saw: Nothing. Absolutely nothing. No money, none at all, none that was promised would be there. None that they were supposed to get. Shit. Shit. He turned quickly and went back over to G, but while he walked he spotted Penelope, and he changed his course immediately, crouching down next to her and putting the gun against her chest.
"Where is it?! Where is it?! Why is it empty?!" He was almost screaming at her, and when Penelope gave him nothing other than a feeble squeak, Oscar pulled the trigger and stood up as he watched her eyes loose life and her body slump backwards. It was as easy as that, just one moment of panic and a single decision to end a life, and it was over. It was so simple, so fragile, and Oscar was so powerful.
He went back onto his knees in front of her and flipped the girl over onto her stomach, before going into the pockets of her work pants and trying to find something. A wallet, a purse, a coin, anything. They needed to bring as much money back as they could, even though he knew they would never be able to meet the requirements set by the Boss.
"Everyone empty your pockets! No one else has to die!" Oscar called out, but that wasn't entirely the truth. Maybe he'd kill them all, maybe Giles would. This was the beginning of a particularly bad day for them.
NightNurse
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At the sound of the gunfire, Diana's head snapped in the direction of the bank vault, where the second robber had taken the bank man. She watched with wide eyes as G returned, and Oscar took off towards the vault. Oh god, the bank man was probably dead. Dead, or injured and left to bleed to death on the cold floor of the bank vault. Was G freaking out because he might have killed a man? Probably not. Chances are, something else was wrong.
And then Oscar returned. Diana' eyes widened as he put his gun against Penelope's chest. Oh, god. Was he going to shoot her? He looked angry and frustrated enough to. She heard what Oscar asked the women, and Diana frowned, confused. What was empty?
The vault?
The vault being empty was the only thing that would make sense, really. What else would cause Oscar and his partner to freak out like that?Well.. shit. Diana had no idea what Oscar would do if he couldn't get the money that he obviously wanted. And then, she watched as Oscar killed the woman.
Diana's eyes went wide, and she stared at the woman's body. Suddenly, she couldn't move and she couldn't breath. Diana stared at the dead woman, unable to tear her eyes away from Penelope's lifeless ones. Diana had never seen somebody die before. It was something that, quite frankly, she had never wanted to see. And now that she had seen it, she never wanted to see it again.
She felt her eyes fill with tears, and she let out a shaky breath. How could Oscar just killed her like that? How could he end another human being's life like it meant nothing? This woman laying before them was somebody. She could have had kids, who would now be without a mother. She could have a significant other that would never get over losing her. How in the hell could Oscar not realize that? How could be be so cold and cruel?
Diana watched Oscar as he searched the dead body, barely able to understand what he was doing until he told everyone to empty their pockets. She didn't move a muscle for a moment, still staring at the woman's body, before finally tearing her tearing eyes away from the corpse. She felt tears slip down her cheeks, and she dug her nails into her palms. She had to calm down. She had to stop crying and figure a way to get out of here alive. She had to figure out what to do.
With trembling hands, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the strap of her purse. "I'm just getting my wallet." She whispered. "I don't have a gun."
But how I wish that I did.
She pulled out her wallet, a thin, brown leather one. Opening it, she pulled out all of the cash that she had. Fifty three dollars. Probably not enough to satisfy Oscar and his partner.
Well, shit.
She dropped the cash on the ground unceremoniously, not even looking at Oscar at this point. She blinked, having managed to stop crying before she really seriously started to.
And then Oscar returned. Diana' eyes widened as he put his gun against Penelope's chest. Oh, god. Was he going to shoot her? He looked angry and frustrated enough to. She heard what Oscar asked the women, and Diana frowned, confused. What was empty?
The vault?
The vault being empty was the only thing that would make sense, really. What else would cause Oscar and his partner to freak out like that?Well.. shit. Diana had no idea what Oscar would do if he couldn't get the money that he obviously wanted. And then, she watched as Oscar killed the woman.
Diana's eyes went wide, and she stared at the woman's body. Suddenly, she couldn't move and she couldn't breath. Diana stared at the dead woman, unable to tear her eyes away from Penelope's lifeless ones. Diana had never seen somebody die before. It was something that, quite frankly, she had never wanted to see. And now that she had seen it, she never wanted to see it again.
She felt her eyes fill with tears, and she let out a shaky breath. How could Oscar just killed her like that? How could he end another human being's life like it meant nothing? This woman laying before them was somebody. She could have had kids, who would now be without a mother. She could have a significant other that would never get over losing her. How in the hell could Oscar not realize that? How could be be so cold and cruel?
Diana watched Oscar as he searched the dead body, barely able to understand what he was doing until he told everyone to empty their pockets. She didn't move a muscle for a moment, still staring at the woman's body, before finally tearing her tearing eyes away from the corpse. She felt tears slip down her cheeks, and she dug her nails into her palms. She had to calm down. She had to stop crying and figure a way to get out of here alive. She had to figure out what to do.
With trembling hands, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the strap of her purse. "I'm just getting my wallet." She whispered. "I don't have a gun."
But how I wish that I did.
She pulled out her wallet, a thin, brown leather one. Opening it, she pulled out all of the cash that she had. Fifty three dollars. Probably not enough to satisfy Oscar and his partner.
Well, shit.
She dropped the cash on the ground unceremoniously, not even looking at Oscar at this point. She blinked, having managed to stop crying before she really seriously started to.
