Chapter one

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The sirens could be heard in the distance as 32 year old Trever Lockings ran out of the bank. His two partners hurried after Trever. "Where the fuck is our pickup!" The man with the shotgun yelled in anger. "Do you think it was a set up?" The much younger parter asked scared. Trever responded calmly but firm "You see that ally?" He pointed towards a dull ally. "Next to the hardware store? Yeah I see it" the younger parter responded. "We gotta make a run for that ally!" Trever began to run for it as the others followed. The younger man had less of the share on him due to his strength but ran hard. The man trevers age had two bags on him filled with cash. Trever had three and was slightly slower than the two. As they stepped on the road a shaded blue van came out of the street corner next to a dollar tree and fast food restaurant. It stopped in front of them at their feet and the young man jumped in and the other with the shotgun was helped in by the head of the operation. Trever threw his bags in and grabbed hold of the top of the van. A great force came over his chest and he flew back. "Not you amigo, you're what we call.. collateral damage" The man aimed his pistol and shot Trever in the chest. The doors slammed shut and the van drove off into the distance. Trever yelped in pain but couldn't do anything. He rolled over and saw the blood coming out of his chest to the left. He began to see the sirens lights and blacked out.

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