The Heist

It was a new day for Mr. Orn today. The bount entrepreneur was posted up on this sunny day, dressed in his usual black attire. He leaned against an all black vehicle, an SUV, out in front of an old pawn shop that's been in this town for years. This truck looked damn near new with it's clean shine and detail. The windows were tinted so one could not really see inside of it. However inside were about 4 people, two in the back row of seats and two in the row of that. The passenger and driver seats were vacant. Those inside were wearing all black from head to toe, hands covered in gloves. Their faces were covered by black ski masks with a white skull printed on the face of it. The crew inside the vehicle had a rather ominous appearance, especially as they all were carrying automatic weapons. Parked behind this truck was another black vehicle, a 4 door sports car with the same details as the truck. There were 2 people in this vehicle, dressed just like the others in the truck.

While Ragi leaned against the front of this truck, occasionally glancing at his watch as the time was nearing 4pm, at his feet sat a black duffle bag. Obviously there was something in the bag but it was not for him. Ragi was waiting patiently for the arrival of his new employee, Tristan. If the boy showed up after 4, well Ragi would not be too happy and a punishment would be in order. Hopefully it would not come to that, for Tristan's sake.

This was just great. Tristan had shit to do today. He had to meet up with his new "Boss" for some other shit that was never actually explained. All that was explained was for Tristan to wear something dark. For some reason that didn't sit to well with him. Like you know how when someone says something and you get that weird vibe from them? Well the paper gave Tristan that weird vibe. So he wore the only thing he could think of. Dark grey t-shirt with some black jeans and matching boots. Over his shirt he wore a leather jacket. He'd walk out of his apartment and hopped on his new Motorcycle which he never actually used. He had it for some time now that he thought about it. Grabbing his keys Tristan would put a black helmet on and drive off. He needed to be there by 4 and he was going to make it in no time. Probably getting there before his employer who's name he still didn't know. Which was kind of weird.

Awhile Later....

Tristan's motorcycle would pullup next to his "Boss" and a black SUV. He'd notice everyone was dressed in all black also. Tristan got off the motorcycle and looked around as he still wore his helmet. "So what the helld id you call me for on a day like this? I agreed to work at your strip club. Not come out in public looking like I just went shopping at hot topic." Tristan would say that while making some movements surveying the area.

[ooc: just gonna ignore the fact that you saw into my truck >.>. Windows are tinted so that you can't see inside.]

A loud motorcycle would pull up to the black vehicles and operating the bike was none other than Tristan, dressed in what seemed to be black and grey. Eh kinda good that he came dressed like that. Perhaps the contents of the bag at Ragi's feet would not be needed after all. Maybe.

"Good you're here. Hmm....lose the jacket and that shirt." Ragi would say after looking over the boy once and then crouching to the duffle bag. He would completely ignore Tristan's questions because they were not important. Ragi would pull from the bag a black shirt and one of the ski masks with the white skull on it. "Put this on and get into the passenger side of the truck." Ragi would order, throwing the items at the chest of Tristan. "Hurry up, we are on a tight schedule." Ragi would say sternly, getting the bag and heading for the driver's side of the truck.

Ragi would open the door and toss the bag inside, on the floor between the driver seat and the passenger seat. Ragi would then get in the truck, closing the door behind him and wait for Tristan to hurry up and do as he said. Once Tristan would get inside he would see the others inside dressed in black with their masks on and weapons in hand.

Ragi would exhale somewhat loudly through his nostrils as he would check his watch. If and when it would seem Tristan was taking his time or lagging behind and not in the truck he would blow the horn of the vehicle to signify how urgent this was.

As Tristan saw his employer the man spoke telling Tristan to remove his jacket and his shirt. "Didn't know you rolled this way dude" said Tristan as he began removing the jacket. The man was now digging into the duffle back and pulled a black shirt and a ski mask from it. The ski mask had some cool call of duty like shit on it. Really dope. He told Tristan to put that on and get in the truck. Why did he get that strange feeling again. Not the one he got from that Miley Cyrus concert. The one he got from listening to a lot of Rob Zombie at 3 in the morning. That was a really strange feeling.

Tossing the items at Tristan he urged the boy to hurry up because they were on a tight schedule. Damn this was going to end bad. That feeling kept coming about. With his jacket off Tristan got in the truck and as he sat down he removed his shirt placing on the new black one. Tho he left his helmet next to the cup holder. Placing the ski mask on Tristan would toss his clothes to the people in the far back. Those fuckers could hold his shit and suck it for all he cared. But that wasn't important right now.

You know once Tristan actually looked back he noticed these motherfuckers had on matching outfits as him. That just didn't sit right and they were all packing heat. Like serious guns and what not. Luckily for Tristan he wore his bike gloves. He was not trying to get his prints on any of that shit. Thats how you end up in jail and get anally raped. He was to pretty for jail. He didn't enjoy locked doors. That wouldn't work for him. Looking over at his employer Tristan would speak "So I assume we're going to play cops and robbers today?"

Ragi would start the truck, lock the doors, and begin to drive off once Tristan was in the vehicle. He would allow the man to get dressed and even toss his stuff to the people in the back who would grumble in displeasure. He had no time to address any of that. Tristan would seem to have caught on to what was about to happen prompting Ragi to smirk at his cops and robbers remark. Ragi would steer with one hand on the wheel, eyes on the road, while he would hold his hand out behind him after snapping his fingers to those behind him. They would give him a large empty, flattened, duffle bag. There were at least 2 others in the possession of the other men in the truck. Ragi would bring the empty bag up front and forcefully place it in Tristan's lap.

Yup can you guess which one you are?" he would say with a chuckle.

As Ragi would drive it was clear that he was speeding but his level of steering such a large vehicle at these speeds was quite impressive. It was as if the man had been doing it for years. Well, street racing was one of many things Ragi had dabbled in his long life. He could race with a bus if their top speeds didn't cap at about 50 or 60 mph. Anyway, Ragi was focused on getting to their destination. His speed was high but it wasn't so high that it would prompt an immediate chase from the authorities, not that he expected to encounter any with the routes he was taking. But his speed was just high enough to maybe annoy other drivers or scare the shit out of them. He was in complete control though, so no worries.

Ragi would reach between the seats and pull out a glock. He would toss it in Tristan's lap which would probably alarm someone but the safety was on so no worries. "Your job is to go to the vault and collect the money. Two other men will accompany you and collect as well. Once the bags are full, you run out of the bank's front entrance...yes front entrance. The black car behind us will be parked directly in bank after we go in. Load the money in that car and they will drive off, you then get back in the truck and we'll make our leave. That's all there is to this. They know their jobs, you just do yours and collect the money. Use the gun on anyone that tries to stop you from collecting. If you want to kill them so be it, I don't care...that part is up to you. Just don't fuck this up." Ragi would say as he continued to speed down the roads. "Just to remind you, there's no backing out of this." The sound of a gun cocking back would be heard directly behind Tristan's head as the man behind him would put the gun to the back of his head. "Any questions?" Ragi would ask.

They were nearing their destination.

As the older guy began to drive off Tristan got some bad feels. Not the kind of feels you get when your favorite character dies in a TV show or something. No he meant those feels that you'd get only when you were in some fucked up shit. He, Being Tristan knew the deal. He knew how shit like this went. The guy driving began to smirk as he went all Wale on the steering wheel for a quick moment snapping his fingers causing one of the goons to hand the man a duffle bag. "Dear god what is in that duffle bag? Please don't be a severed head PLEASE DON'T BE A SEVERED HEAD". Tristan watched a lot of movies. He knew what a severed head and duffle bags had in common. They were always carried by the creepiest motherfucker in the car.

This bag would land on Tristan's lap by force. Tristan looked at the bag then looked at the man driving. He said Tristan should be able to figure which role he was playing. A nod to his cops and robbers reference. The nerve of this guy to chuckle with that comment. "Yeaaaa man.... No. I'd rather not." Said Tristan who started to move the bag back to the drivers lap. The second Tristan began doing that he heard a guns safety go off and feel the cold steel compressed against his temple. It was one of the goons in the back. "Fine, Fine. You guys are just so moody." Said Tristan as he took the bag back and kept quiet.. For now at least. Slowly the car would pick up speed and start swerving faster and faster. This was not good. Like Tristan should stay away from clubs. This wasn't working for him.

Ya know for someone driving this fast the guy seemed rather comfortable doing it. Like he had practice doing this shit or something. Who knew tho. not Tristan. That's who. Grabbing on to his seat belt very fast Tristan would strap up and grip the window. He wasn't trying to die now. At least if he died during this robbery he assumed was about to happen he'd have some say in it. Reaching through the seats the man would pull out a glock. He'd toss it into Tristan's lap causing the boy to fill up with glee. He felt like he was in set it off. The good part not the part where like three of them die and one of them lives and its the one that didn't wanna be about that life anyone which was like an obvious plot device since the beginning of the film but lets not discuss that right now.

As Tristan began to hold the gun up in the air pointing it at the windows and what not he'd start muttering sounds "Pew pew, Hands down motherfucker" Right then and there his employer began to speak. He said Tristan's job was to go in and get the money. He said Thing 1 and Thing 2 would be going with him. He said they'd escape from the front entrance which just didn't sound practical in Tristan's mind. He said the black car behind them was going to house the money as the vehicle they sat in would act as the get away van. He said use the gun if anyone tries to fuck shit up and not to fuck up. And that there was no backing out of this. Wait. Tristan just realized something. That gun from before had been pointed at his head again. Tristan smiled and said one more thing...

"So, Do I get to keep the gun?"

"Heh, sure kid." Ragi would say with smirk in response to Tristan's question about keeping the gun. This was perhaps one of those times where Tristan would notice that Ragi was not as mean as he may appear. Who was he kidding, yeah he was but he had a good side to get on at least.

With all of that said and done, the suv would take a hard turn, something that would seem like it would make the truck flip over but it was well controlled. The truck stayed on all 4 tires and continued on it's way, but this time the speed was kicking up. They were on a clear road and straight ahead was the bank. What was going on? Oh yeah, this was about to happen.

"Brace yourselves..." Ragi would say. The truck sped forward, straight for the entrance of the large bank. This wasn't just any old bank either. No this was one of Karakura's most renowned banks. One people trusted to be secure. Time to prove that wrong. It was a little after 4:30 pm. Almost time for closing, since banks tended to close at 5 pm. Security and the workers were lax around this time, ready to get off, not really caring about much. They were easily distracted and flustered around this time. Around this time, little things could bring one into emotional frustration. This was perfect because most likely the people inside would not know what to do. They would easily forget protocol.

The truck would drive right through the entrance of the bank, hitting any civilian that was in the way. The truck would be fine, since it was reinforced and so would everyone inside it. Not wasting time after driving into the bank, all of his goons would exit the truck guns ready. They would make example shots, killing one security guard and wounding one bank clerk to show that this was real and they were not to be fucked with. Screams could be heard as pandemonium would break out in this bank. Shouts of "get on the floor", "open the vault", and "shut the fuck up" could be heard from Ragi's people. Ragi would be seated in the truck still, watching his watch. This was it. They had only a minute to get as much money as they could in those 3 duffle bags. The sports car was parked just outside of the hole in bank that the SUV had made, the back door open toward the entrance. The driver and passenger were keeping a lookout for the street, waiting on the bags of money to be loaded so they could drive off. No one in the bank would be able to see the black car outside.

This was the show.