Falling Down (TWS)
12-01-2011, 05:28 PM
The city streets sped by in a blur through the car window. Unfamiliar faces blended together until they no longer appeared human. I must have just been zoning out at that point, because I didn't even hear the gunfire. A hand grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around. It was the man in the passenger seat. I hadn't the time to learn his name yet. He shoved a gun into my chest, one of the new war machine guns. The last world war had ended before they shipped out, named after the man "Thompson".
I'd never shot a gun before. But my life was different now, it was far too late to go back. I rolled down the window, squeezed my head out of the gap and returned fire at the police.
Before I had emptied the clip the car behind swerved violently, crashing into a wall. With the coast clear, the driver got back on track, heading straight for the target. A bank.
The car, still peppered with several bullet holes, pulled up just outside the front entrance. The job required speed, not stealth. We all opened the doors and walked straight through the doors like everything was a regular morning.
"Hands in the air or we open fire! We're after cash, not murder!"
All I had to do was follow orders, maybe carry some money back. In the worst scenario, be the fall guy. I had nothing to lose anyway.
"Not bad shooting,uh..." the man that handed me the machine gun approached me. He must be trying to remember the name I never gave him.
I abandoned my old name already. I gotta come up with something else, something suiting for a man recently adopted into the Mafia.
I'd never shot a gun before. But my life was different now, it was far too late to go back. I rolled down the window, squeezed my head out of the gap and returned fire at the police.
Before I had emptied the clip the car behind swerved violently, crashing into a wall. With the coast clear, the driver got back on track, heading straight for the target. A bank.
The car, still peppered with several bullet holes, pulled up just outside the front entrance. The job required speed, not stealth. We all opened the doors and walked straight through the doors like everything was a regular morning.
"Hands in the air or we open fire! We're after cash, not murder!"
All I had to do was follow orders, maybe carry some money back. In the worst scenario, be the fall guy. I had nothing to lose anyway.
"Not bad shooting,uh..." the man that handed me the machine gun approached me. He must be trying to remember the name I never gave him.
I abandoned my old name already. I gotta come up with something else, something suiting for a man recently adopted into the Mafia.
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