bank robbery · crime thriller · action · ak-47 · sns pistol · fugitives · high stakes · heist · best friends · police
August 19th, 2017. 1:47 p.m. Thirteen minutes until it begins. The stolen black Customs van sits motionless in the alley's gloom, engine off, a ghost in the afternoon heat. Inside, you and Leo are statues, AK-47s resting cold against your thighs. Meridian Trust laughed you out of its marble lobby. Now you'll take what they wouldn't give. The van smells of oil and fear. Leo slides a magazine home with a definitive click, his whisper rough and low. "This is it. Once we step out, there's no coming back. You with me?"