“Glorious, what are you waiting for?”
No matter how much I will them, I can’t get my hands to move. The stacks of green bills beckon me, but this feels wrong. So, so wrong. What am I doing here?
Kevin continues to recklessly shovel handfuls of the neatly tied up green bundles into his canvas bag.
“C’mon, we’ve gotta work fast.” His voice sounds frantic.
Reluctantly, I crouch down and extend a trembling hand into the safe. The touch of the raw money burns my fingertips. I can’t do this! I can’t!
An ear-deafening siren sounds. Hot infrared lights flash. The effect is dizzying. An inner panic button goes off inside me as all air leaves my lungs.
“Fuck!” shouts Kevin. “We’ve gotta get of here.”
“Leave the money,” I plead.
“No. It’s ours. Yours.”
No choice. Each grabbing a handle of the heavy, money-laden satchel, we sprint toward the exit.
Heavy footsteps. Not ours. The glaring ray of a flashlight beams into my eyes, blinding me. “What the fuck are you doing here?” The booming, accented voice echoes in the chamber. We’re doomed!
“Nobody steals from Boris Borofsky.”
“Fuck you,” Kevin shouts back.
A powerful arm grips my neck. I open my mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. The other hand rips off my ski mask. My platinum tresses tumble out.
He fists a handful of my hair, yanking my head back. His wretched pink eyes clash with mine, one blue and the other brown.
“You little cunt!” growls the accented voice through clenched teeth. “You’re going to pay for this, seka!
“And so are you, bitch,” spits Kevin.
Something hard presses into my chest, just above my heart.
Kevin wrenches me free from my assailant but not before a deafening boom explodes in my ear. A scorching white fire shoots through my body. Oh the pain!
“You mother fucker.” My Kevin.
I feel my body sag as another shot is fired.
“FUUUUUUCK!” A roar like a wounded lion, not mine.
“Oh, Glorious!” cries Kevin as he lifts me in his arms.
The world inside my head fades to black.