Jan 18, 2015
That Unmarked Hundred Grand | Bonnie and J.D.
J.D. had been living in New York for a few months, and while the city was ideal for his "hobby," finding a job was nearly impossible. So, he'd taken his gun, and pulled a hockey mask on over his face, and found the nearest bank to his cheap apartment. Robbery wasn't his main operation, but he could improvise.
He cocked and readied the gun as he entered.
"EVERYBODY ON THE FUCKING GROUND--"
He abruptly stopped speaking.
Everyone was already on the ground.