$ Synopsis $
Grey Kertz had quite a few problems, but at the forefront of was his father, and his father's bank.
His father was a horrible man. The worst of them all. He stole money from the good- or rather decent- people who were unfortunate enough to end up at his bank. You may say, "Well, hey, at least he isn't a murderer." But, one, Grey wasn't entirely sure of that, and two, murderers probably have a scrap of dignity remaining, unlike his father.
Drawing people in with the constant catchy slogans about how great the Kertz Bank was, as opposed to the other banks, or whatever other crap Mr. Kertz came up with.
And crap it was, with this sad bank being even worse than the others. But people would always be tempted by shiny marble floors and expensive looking pillars. It was all fake, of course. A good forgery, but a forgery, nonetheless. Grey's father refused to spend money on unnecessary things. Like his son, for example. Unless it was clothing some special occasion, the boy would be left to fend for himself.
It was like that sometimes, he guessed. Especially after a new wife and a new job. New money.
New priorities.
But that was all about to change. With the help of his friends, Grey would try to execute something he never thought he would.
A heist that would go down in history.
$ author's note $
What do you think? A good first story for my account? I've had this one in the works for a while so I hope whoever reads this ends up liking it.
See you in Loserville. Cole.
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The Art of a Heist
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