bitch || KISA (DISCONTINUED)

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"Do you guys think I should get bangs?" Spencer asked the two girls, trying to look at herself through the dirty glass doors. The girls stare at her with tears brimming in their eyes. "Nah, right?" She answered her own question then looks at the two with an almost innocent gaze.

The blonde stared at her in disbelief and the brunette's shoulders shake in fear of the black-haired siblings.

•

Abilene Mutual was the name of the bank they were about to rob. The three of them walk toward the brown building and Seth asks, "Got your balls on?"

"They're screwed in tight," Richie answers. The brothers put on shades and Spencer releases her hair from the bun on top of her head.

"Any son of a bitch messes with you..."

"We got each other's backs," Spencer finishes, pulling out her gun and begins to reload it as the boys pull out their own guns.

"Here's to getting rich and fat."

"And dying in the arms of a beautiful woman." Spencer smiles at this as it is her favorite part of the phrase the boys picked up as a source of encouragement.

The door to the bank opens, showing a middle aged woman. Richard points his points his gun at the dark haired bank teller and says, "Good morning sweetheart." He turns her around and places a hand over her mouth.

Spencer walks in casually behind her eldest brother as he buts a cop with the end of his gun, knocking him out. "Monica, I didn't get my pay check--" A bank teller stops when he sees his coworker held captive and three unknown people with guns pointed at them. "You're gonna earn it today," Seth says, pointing his gun at him.

Spencer aims at all three of the surveillance cameras and shoots them down. She then threatens the employees, telling them stand in a line with their hands in the air. Spencer starts to pat down all of the bank tellers, checking for any weapons they might have.

While Spencer does that, Richie aims his gun at Monica, asking for the surveillance drives. She nods her head over to the box on the floor and Richie fires rounds from his gun until he's sure it's wiped out. "Clear."

Spencer watches Richie in confusion as his eyebrows furrow and asks Monica, "You got something to say to me?" Monica and Spencer both share a look of speculation.

'What the hell is going on with him?' Spencer wonders. She noticed he would often space out and say random phrases to no one.

"Okay, listen up. We are here to unburden your vault of 30 million dollars in bearer bonds that I have it on very good authority you received last night, bond for oil companies in the area. We're just gonna go ahead and redistribute that wealth in our general direction." Seth points his gun at a dark haired lady causing her to gasp in fright. "You people be nice about it, nobody gets hurt."

Spencer gives them a big grin but it falls once Richie suddenly jabs one of the men with his gun. The onlookers cry out as their co-worker stumbles backwards, blood covering his mouth and nose.

"Nobody gets hurt," Seth repeats, looking at his brother with his gun propped on his shoulder. "Lock the door, bring the guard." Richie obeys his orders and Spencer empties a gold trash bin onto the floor. She hands it over to Seth and he thanks her before saying, "Cell phones."

He goes down the line and all the bank tellers drop their phones into the waste bucket. "Where's your phone, sister?" He asks Monica when she doesn't pull it out.

"It's in my purse over there." She nods her head over to a desk and Spencer grabs it, pouring the content out then grabs the phone once it dumps out.

Seth drops the last phone in the trash bucket and pours a cup of coffee over the devices.

"Did you pat down the women?" Richie asks expecting Seth to answer.

"I did it" Richard turned to Spencer and she looks at him in question. Realization falls on her and Spencer gives him a hard glare, "Richie, I will beat the shit out of you if you say it."

"I wasn't going to say anything."

"That's what I thought. Now, please go bust the back door so we can have an easy exit." She smiles with her pearly whites and pats his shoulder.

Spencer grabs the arms of the police officer as Seth talks to the hostages. She locks his arms behinds his back and tightens the zip tie.

"You've got to be shitting me," Seth sighs. Spencer looks towards her brother, standing up and dusting her pants off. "What's the problem."

"Say hello to Mr. Milburn." He motions over to the knocked out bank teller sporting a broken and bloodied nose. Spencer squeezes her eyes shut in annoyance as Richie walks back into the room with a content smile and horchata in his hands. "What the hell are you doing?"

"It's horchata, man! I found it in the kitchen." He smiles like a child on Christmas day.

"Did you bust the back door?"

"Yeah. let's hit the vault."

"We can't. You cold-cocked the guy with the combo." Seth points his gun in the direction of the bank teller. "All right, now Plan B. Check the usual birthday anniversary combos and see if he wrote it down there."

Spencer begins to search his desk to look for the combo, grumbling a few nasty words in the process. This job was starting to become a shit show and she didn't like that.

"Woah, Richie. Put it down." Seth scolds his brother who suddenly holds a knife to a woman's neck.

"One of these ladies knows it."

"Stop!" Monica intrudes, "I know the combo. I'll give it to you, but you gotta promise not to hurt anybody." Monica's voice ends in a mumble as she tries to contain her cries.