Let it Blow

Prologue.

Omniscient

"Get the fuck down!"  Ty screamed at the people in the bank as she pointed the gun in their faces.

As the four girls barged into the bank for another score. They had heard about the bank getting a new shipment of money in today, and it was the perfect opportunity to get even richer. This particular day the bank had received half a million dollars, which sounded great to the 4 friends.

"Alright bitch give me the fucking money!" DeeJay yelled at the teller.

"Please don't shoot! I have three kids at home!" The teller pleaded while looking at the gun pointed at her face.

"If you would do as I say bitch you wouldn't have to worry about me killing yo ass! Now where's the motha'fuckin' money?!"  DeeJay screamed back at the teller. As the teller walked back to the safe at gunpoint to put the combination in, DeeJay signaled Mya and Key to watch the customers in case of anything fishy. Ty followed DeeJay to the back of the bank to retrieve the money they came for.

"And if any one of y'all motha'fuckas even think about calling 12 or tripping a got damn alarm, I'ma Let it Blow in this bitch!" DeeJay smirked as she heard Key crazy ass yell.

DeeJay and Ty continued to stuff money into their sacks as the teller stared at them in fear.
"What bitch?! You got something you wanna say?"  Ty shouted as the pointed the gun at the teller's face.

"N... no. I-" the teller started.

"Speak the fuck up hoe!" Ty yelled.

"Girl put the rest of the money in here and lets fucking dip! You doing too damn much."

DeeJay and Ty collected the rest of the money when they heard a pop and sirens. DeeJay walked out of the vault first and saw Key standing over a dead woman with blood pouring out of her head.

"Yo! What the fuck man?! This shit was supposed to be an in and out job, not a fucking murder!" DeeJay yelled at Key.

"It's not my fuckin' fault man! Bitch was about to call the fuckin' feds bro!" Key argued her case.

"Man y'all need to stop arguing because I know damn well y'all hear them sirens!"  Ty butted in the argument.

"Yo, 12 ain't supposed to be here! The connect said the alarms wouldn't be tripped" Mya said.

As the girls put two and two together, they realized they had been set up. The connect that put them on the job obviously knew something was up.

"Man that hoe Cookie bruh! I told y'all asses not to trust that shady ass bitch! Man we gotta fuckin' dip. Where's Cee with the damn car?!" DeeJay asked as the four girls walked outside the bank hearing the sirens get closer.

"I think she want us to meet her around back since the feds popped up." Mya spoke up.

"Iight y'all, lets fuckin' dip" Ty said.

The four girls, with their all black and big duffel bags on, turned the corner of the fairly small bank and proceeded to make their way to the back. DeeJay was the first to turn the corner, and quickly snatched her head and gun back around once she realized there were a couple of cops there.