~~The Heist~~

Guns firing in every direction. Two cops were dead at my feet shot by my fellow thieves. One of our men was dead too. But finally the guy cracked the bank's safe code and we were in. Locking ourselves inside we grabbed as much money as we could, stuffed it in our sacks and prepared ourselves for the shootout about to follow. After that, it's hazy. Bullets were flying everywhere. Bodies on the ground. Our men were dying. Theirs too. For a moment I wondered whether this was all worth it. But then I shook the thought out. I had to do what I had to do. The escape, well i don't remember it too well but I do remember having shot a cop right on his arm, but finally 4 of us got away.

I was new to this clan of thieves. They were the most gruesome and most successful thieves in the city. In the past 5 years, no member had ever been caught. Killed or escaped. Never caught. That too the higher members of the clan were never found on any heist. I was given entry to the lower part of the clan until I proved my worth and this heist sealed the deal. I had already been part of 5 previous high level heists and I was given the rare privilege of meeting the top guns. They explained to me that if I kept continuing these heists and maybe even killing a few people here and there to instill fear into the peoples' hearts, I may even get a position among them. This was my chance. The peak of my career. I whipped out my pistol and shot each and every one of them before they could even react. My mission was done. LAPD would be proud.