pointing the gun directly at her. She hung up and kept her hands in the air. I went to the office beside her, another brunette. The corner office, the fourth one, was the largest. My instincts were leading me there, and I followed. There she was, dressed in a black business suit and had red hair.
“Stand up,” I said.
“I can’t help you,” she retorted.
I shook my head and walked around to her desk and pressed the gun against her back.
“Are you sure about that?” I whispered into her ear.
She stood out of her desk and walked out of the office into the lobby.
“To the vault, now!” I yelled. I shot another bullet into the ceiling.
“The cops are on their way here,” she said calmly as we walked.
“Then hurry up!” I pushed her forward.
When we reached the vault, she didn’t do anything.
“I’m not going to open it.”
My time is running out …
I stood beside her and pressed the gun against her temple.
“I will fucking blow your brains out!” I screamed.
Tears filled her eyes and I saw her swallow. I would have never blown her brains out. I was not a killer…but everybody in this bank thought I was a terrorist who already had killed, and I was going to use that to my advantage.
She pressed six digits and the vault lock clicked open.
I turned the lock and pulled open the heavy, metal door. Inside was the most cash I had ever seen at one time. Shelves upon shelves of money. I immediately unzipped my backpack and started piling in bundles of hundred dollar bills. I kept my gun pointed at the bank manager, to keep her in the vault with me. If I was in here alone, all they would have to do is—
The vault door slammed shut, and I heard the mechanism lock.
My face turned blank. We were trapped.
The bank manager stared at me with a smile.
“Now you’re just a sitting duck,” she laughed.
Anger surged through my body. I knew there were other employees right outside the vault door.
“I will fucking kill her right here! Open this goddamn door! Do you all want her blood on your hands? Open the fucking door!” I screamed at the top of my lungs and pounded on the metal door with my free hand.
I started to panic. I searched around the vault for a way out, for anything…and in one of the top corners I saw it. It was a security camera. I stared at it, and in that moment I tried to plead with my facial expression, displaying how desperate I was.
I know you’re watching Grey . Get me out of here, I know you can do it. Please find a way before it’s too late.
“I will fucking kill her! I swear to God I’ll do it!” Owen screamed in a rage.
“Please Owen, don’t blow her brains out…” I mumbled, watching the security camera video.
I looked at my script. It was cracking the encrypted digits from the last ping that the manager just punched in moments ago. My timer read twenty-nine seconds. Twenty-nine seconds until I could remotely enter the passcode to the vault.
Come on…come on…
On another screen, I was simultaneously opening up the emergency functions of the bank just in case the cops were closing in. It had been seven minutes. They couldn’t have been far off now.
Eleven seconds. Ten. Nine. Eight.
I zoomed out to see all twenty security cameras. Scanning quickly through them, the cameras that faced down the street showed Richmond Police approaching at high speed.
“Oh fuck! Fuck!” I yelled.
One —the digits appeared.
378416. I punched them in immediately. Switching over to the emergency functions, I locked all the automatic doors from the outside and turned on all the fire sprinklers. The dozens of people that were lying on the floors were now standing up and scrambling towards the exits.
“It’s all up to you now…” I said, covering my mouth from the intensity of what was unfolding at my work.
I turned the vault lock open. All the employees and patrons were running out of the bank. The emergency sprinklers were spraying water everywhere.
God damn
“Stand up,” I said.
“I can’t help you,” she retorted.
I shook my head and walked around to her desk and pressed the gun against her back.
“Are you sure about that?” I whispered into her ear.
She stood out of her desk and walked out of the office into the lobby.
“To the vault, now!” I yelled. I shot another bullet into the ceiling.
“The cops are on their way here,” she said calmly as we walked.
“Then hurry up!” I pushed her forward.
When we reached the vault, she didn’t do anything.
“I’m not going to open it.”
My time is running out …
I stood beside her and pressed the gun against her temple.
“I will fucking blow your brains out!” I screamed.
Tears filled her eyes and I saw her swallow. I would have never blown her brains out. I was not a killer…but everybody in this bank thought I was a terrorist who already had killed, and I was going to use that to my advantage.
She pressed six digits and the vault lock clicked open.
I turned the lock and pulled open the heavy, metal door. Inside was the most cash I had ever seen at one time. Shelves upon shelves of money. I immediately unzipped my backpack and started piling in bundles of hundred dollar bills. I kept my gun pointed at the bank manager, to keep her in the vault with me. If I was in here alone, all they would have to do is—
The vault door slammed shut, and I heard the mechanism lock.
My face turned blank. We were trapped.
The bank manager stared at me with a smile.
“Now you’re just a sitting duck,” she laughed.
Anger surged through my body. I knew there were other employees right outside the vault door.
“I will fucking kill her right here! Open this goddamn door! Do you all want her blood on your hands? Open the fucking door!” I screamed at the top of my lungs and pounded on the metal door with my free hand.
I started to panic. I searched around the vault for a way out, for anything…and in one of the top corners I saw it. It was a security camera. I stared at it, and in that moment I tried to plead with my facial expression, displaying how desperate I was.
I know you’re watching Grey . Get me out of here, I know you can do it. Please find a way before it’s too late.
“I will fucking kill her! I swear to God I’ll do it!” Owen screamed in a rage.
“Please Owen, don’t blow her brains out…” I mumbled, watching the security camera video.
I looked at my script. It was cracking the encrypted digits from the last ping that the manager just punched in moments ago. My timer read twenty-nine seconds. Twenty-nine seconds until I could remotely enter the passcode to the vault.
Come on…come on…
On another screen, I was simultaneously opening up the emergency functions of the bank just in case the cops were closing in. It had been seven minutes. They couldn’t have been far off now.
Eleven seconds. Ten. Nine. Eight.
I zoomed out to see all twenty security cameras. Scanning quickly through them, the cameras that faced down the street showed Richmond Police approaching at high speed.
“Oh fuck! Fuck!” I yelled.
One —the digits appeared.
378416. I punched them in immediately. Switching over to the emergency functions, I locked all the automatic doors from the outside and turned on all the fire sprinklers. The dozens of people that were lying on the floors were now standing up and scrambling towards the exits.
“It’s all up to you now…” I said, covering my mouth from the intensity of what was unfolding at my work.
I turned the vault lock open. All the employees and patrons were running out of the bank. The emergency sprinklers were spraying water everywhere.
God damn
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