A New Kind of Surpise

One

Bianca Summers stood in the long line at the bank. She tapped her foot impatiently, knowing she did not have time to wait for all these people.  She was there, black briefcase in tow for her defense, to get approved for a load.  Bianca didn't know if they would approve her with no credit, but she was out of options.  She simply had to try. Though she made decent money as a server during the week at Mr Cams, the five start restaurant in a huge casino, and even better money bartending on the weekend, it wasn't enough after rent, electric and other utilities for her apartment that was a measly size for its price tag.  She had one week to come up with fifteen thousand dollars or else she would be dropped from Harvard's law program, and that wouldn't do at all.  Being a lawyer was something she aspired to be since she could remember, always arguing with everyone about everything and winning her way every time.  It was simply natural to her.  She didn't doubt she could convince the bank for the loan, she just knew it would take some firm logic and a 'Won't-Take-No-For-An-Answer' attitude.  She glanced at her watch, three thirty. She grit her teeth as she only moved up one spot as someone left with their withdrawal, she had a shift starting at four and she knew she would be late. She began tapping her foot again, blocking out the useless noise around her. Fussy children, mild chatter between others in line. 'No, focus,' she thought to herself, and she began rehearsing her lines.

"Finally," Bianca said with annoyance as she stepped up to the teller window, "I need to see about taking out a loa-," she was cut off by a loud bang. Gun shot. She spun around and gasped as she was face to face with a tall man in an alien mask. It was white with big red almond shaped alien eyes and a red spade outlined in the forehead. She couldn't actually see his eyes either.

"DOWN ON THE GROUND!" The voice shouted in her face and Bianca absolutely complied, as did everyone else in the bank. She watched as three more men entered through other entry points, and soon a big drill was set up.

"The money belongs to the state, you're life belongs to you." Another male said as he made rounds to ensure no one was moving or planning on contacting the authorities. He was also the largest of the four men. 'Russian,' Bianca made a mental note of his very thick Russian accent, "Just. Stay. Down." He emphasized every word as he stepped over her.  Her curiosity, however, got the best of her.  She lifted her head and peeked around to get a good look at the robbers.

'Jesus, did they all wear suits? Who wore three piece suits to rob a bank?'  She thought to herself. To her, it was very odd, but these men were clearly professionals. Blue latex gloves, armor under the suits, real masks that hid their faces and eyes. The Russian man'a mask looked like it was actually a motorcycle helmet only the eye guard was tinted solid black.  The shortest man of the group had an old, creepy plague doctor mask, while the last man, who hadn't spoken a word since the heist started, sported a clown mask. Pale face with large pouting lips painted purple all the way up to the cheek bones, and around the eyes were painted black in diamond triangles. She was almost in awe by these men. Suddenly it clicked in her brain, of course it was the Brutal Gang.  She heard a loud cracking noise coming from the back, Alien Face and Russian controlled the crowds while the Plague Doctor and Clown entered the vault.  The next sound was a deafening boom that rattled the building and smoke rolled out into the lobby.  They had blown the second gate barrier after the vault door.  She heard a saw blade hit rev up and some metal popping, surly they were hitting safety deposit boxes. 

"COPS AND SWAT!" Alien Face shouted, "HURRY UP IN THERE! WE GOTTA SPLIT!" And the two opened fire at the law enforcement while the others hauled their loot out the back. Bianca gasped as she was grabbed by the collar of her shirt and yanked off the ground.  She shook and slowly looked up at the Clown who was nose to nose with her and she still couldn't make out his eyes.  Damn these guys were good.

"You come with us."  The Clowns voice was very deep, but incredibly smooth and calm for the situation.  And just like that, her eyes were covered, as well as he mouth,  her hands were zip tied behind her back, and she was whisked away and put into the back of what she could only presume was a van. A very uncomfortable van at that.

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Ah yes, just how it all played out in my head.  I think this will be a nice little side project with a handful of "chapters".  I'm hoping it will give me a little boost to continue on my other works. Any who, that's all for now, enjoy!
~Jack