Fan Fiction ❯ Bank Robbers ❯ Surprise ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3 Surprise

Nathan stepped into the shack and I gasped. It looked worse on the inside than it did on the outside. Everything seemed to have a stain on it as we walked passed it, something smelled like dead fish, and all I wanted to do was run.

Nathan walked to the farthest corner and set me down. “Don't run. That would be pretty stupid considering Jimmy is probably about to unload the guns.” Was he mocking me?

I just glared at him and nodded. That's all I could do, really. I was still gagged.

Nathan bent down and pulled up a dusty, moth-eaten mat in the corner and I saw a trap door under it. Wow, did I feel like I was in a James Bond flick now. He opened the trap door and pulled me by my bonds- no pun intended- down the narrow stairs to a big, dark room. Nathan pulled me to the right and flips a switch. Bright, white lights come on in rows. Nathan drags me over to a big couch and plops me down into it. This is one of those couches that you sink into and you think you'll never get out of.

“Don't move,” he said, pointing at me like a dog. Great, sooner or later I'll be getting commands like, “sit”, “stay”, and “heel”. It'll be coming out of their mouths any minute now.

He was looking at me with his arms folded over his chest like he was making sure my `running and screaming' plan wasn't in motion. To make him back off I leaned back in the couch that I would never get out of and sighed, trying my best to fold my arms over my chest- I was still tied up- saying I wasn't going anywhere. He lifted an eyebrow looking satisfied and jogged back up the stairs. I watched him go then looked around the room.

The intense lights revealed white walls with a white tile floor. There were long metal tables that made the place look like a mad scientist's lab. The table to the left held a whole bunch of guns. There were big guns, small guns; any type of gun you could possibly want or think of was on that table. About that time I made the decision to be very nice to these men.

On the next table to the right there were plastic garbage bags full of cash. I don't think I have ever felt so poor in my life. There had to be at least twenty bags, and they were all stuffed full.

I think I would have drooled if Nathan and Jimmy hadn't come clomping down the stairs. They were carrying some canvas bag, which I assumed were filled with more money. I almost laughed when there wasn't a dollar sign on the front of the bags.

They proceeded to dump the bags out onto the money table and sort the different bills.