Vinny and Joey looked at me in a puzzled way; they were about to finish my job when, suddenly out of nowhere the doors came crashing down. About a dozen heavily armed men poured into the lobby. Shotguns, AK47’s, you name it they had it, and by the sound of that gunshot, they were not afraid to use them. “Put your hands in the air, this is a robbery” one of the people shouted. That line had never felt so bad, for me anyway. Obviously, these guys were well trained; they had already got the cashiers filling up their big gym bag with the money. I had snapped out of my daze and was sitting on the floor with the other hostages. Suddenly, as if God was playing some kind of joke on us, the doors erupted again and a whole police unit ran in wielding less lethal weapons, but they were equipped with shields and armour to even the odds. Today was not my day. Out of all the banks in London, we had to choose this one! A cop threw a grenade at the criminals; there was an explosion and which dazed the robbers. This gave the cops enough time to charge at them. After the whole thing was over, they escorted the hostages out of the building. Nothing ever runs smoothly.
Chapter 2: “You’re a frikin’ genius, you idiot!”
“That was crazy, what the hell happened in there!” Joey shouted out. Everyone in the Black Puma turned around from their drinks for a second and stared at him.
“Chill out son” I whispered to him. The reason I whispered was because I was still embarrassed of what happened in the bank.
“You can talk, at least I didn’t piss my self” Joey shouted. Again the edgy people gave us a stern look.
“Will you lot just shut up” Vinny demanded. Typical. We were like naughty school children, while Vinny was the head master.
“What a waste of good money” He then commented.
“Damn right” I added in acknowledgment.
“Err…not necessarily “
“What do you mean!” we both blurted out
“ That explosion didn’t do as much damage as you thought, the money bag didn’t incinerate, it’s in my trunk” at that point both are jaws dropped.
“Look” he continued “ when the explosion happened, the bag just slid along the floor to my feet, its has to be fate man, you cant argue with fate. Besides, the cops would have taken it anyway.”
There was about a minutes of awkward silence, which seemed like an eternity.
“ I’m going to kill him, I’m serious.” I barked through clenched teeth.
“Don’t be stupid Tom” Vinny interrupted. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
“ I’m the one with the gun, I’ll shoot him right between the eyes” Again we were the centre of attention.
I grinned “ good point”
“What!” Joey shouted out for his defence “ I thought, for once you would think I was clever”
“You’re a frikin’ genius, you idiot!” I screamed at him.
“ Your messing with O.Gz, you don’t want to be messing with the O.Gz. They are the most feared gang in London. O.Gz stands for “Original Gangsterz”. They are ruthless merciless killing machines. Wait, let me correct myself; they are rich ruthless merciless killing machines. The rich bit enables them to do anything they want and not get done by the old bill.” Vinny explained.
“That means the bank heist for them was going to be a success, because they could of bribed there way out of prison. But you screwed up their plans.” I added. “ They’re going to be out looking for their money, and if they find out our gang took them we are finished.”
“I think I’ve got a plan to get out of this mess.” Exclaimed Vinny.
“You always do.” I laughed
“They don’t know we took the money. So, if we can quickly get rid of it, we are safe. By getting rid of I mean spending”
Joey and me looked at each other and then at Vinny’s cheeky look.
“ I can live with that” I said sarcastically.
“I thought you might” Vinny chuckled.
“Hold on a second, what’s the catch?” I questioned
“Its not the type of spending your familiar with” Vinny alleged. “You’ll find out soon,” he said while winking.
Chapter 3: Blood, Snow and Ice
It was a late misty night. We arrived outside of the abandoned warehouse at about eleven o’clock at night. The tatty building, which deserved to be put down, was Ice’s factory. Ice was a respected and feared drug dealer, who not only produced his own drugs; he had a whole army of drug addicts at his fingertips. His biggest sell was cocaine, which was also dubbed crack, coke, blow and snow by other users. He preferred the latter, since it related to his name. Actually, it didn’t matter what you called it, basically it was death packaged as a white powder. But in this part of town, people paid a lot for “death”.
Vinny’s plan was that we would by the drugs with the stolen money and then later we would sell of the drugs for good clean money, well sort of clean.
The plan was simple. We would go in. Make the transaction. Get the goods and walk out. But as you know nothing ever runs smoothly. That’s why this time I had prepared. I loaded my magnum and holstered it. “Lets go”
As we walked into the run down factory, I was surprised. The interior was exquisite.
“So you finally made it, Tom.” Murmured Ice. He was a tall cock Asian male with slick hair gelled back. He was wearing an expensive branded white suit.
“Yes, so you got the stuff?” I asked. I didn’t want to waste any time. I didn’t like him one bit.
“Yes, yes, don’t worry Tommy, I trust you have kept your side of the deal” He said, he had a kind of mixed accent, Russian and American.
“5 million in cash, right here” I said. That was my mistake. People say money is not bad, the greed for it is. I had agreed with Vinny that I was only going to spend half of the money. I got to greedy. The money had hypnotised me.
“ So you want more, no problem” He chuckled. He snapped his fingers and out came two men. He went over to talk to them. In the mean time, Vinny looked at me and said, “What the hell are you doing!”
“Trust me,” I replied in a whisper.
The two men bought over a bag. I dropped my money bag and slid it across the floor, towards ice. They did the same to me. I picked the 150 kilos of “snow” with both hands, struggling I asked Joey to help me. We were just about to leave when Ice said “Tommy, what’s the hurry, lets have a little chat” The words pierced into me like red hot knives. Something was wrong.
The two men pulled out pistols.
“S**t” I whispered “ why doesn’t anything go smoothly?”
“Do I think I am a fool, Tommy” Ice shouted into my ear. “ I do have contacts, and I know that you’re trying to pay me with stolen money”
At that point, Vinny did something very stupid. It was not like him to do this, maybe it was under the pressure he was in but he try to take out his magnum. On of the guards saw him and shot him in is arm. Vinny screamed. His blood splattered across the clean factory floor.
“You Bas***d!” I yelled out. I didn’t know what came over me. I pistol whipped Ice in the head. He fell unconscious. I then shot the guard who had nearly killed my friend. He collapsed onto the floor. I stood, towering over him, with my gun pointed at his head. I was about to let the bullet do the rest of the work, when a gun was pointed at my head. It was the other guard. A cold chill went down my back.
“prepare to die mother fu-” Bang! Joey had picked up Ices shotgun and had blasted the guy away. His blood splattered across my face. “Bloody hell, you blew a chunk of his head off!” I shouted. Joey grinned.
“It went on you though” Vinny whispered smiling. We rushed to him. Picked him up along with the money and got the hell out of there. This was definitely not my day.
Chapter 4: Dropping In
Joey, as far as I know was staying at the Renaissance Hotel. It had been nearly a week after this whole fiasco had started. I figured it was safe to walk the streets again. Boy, was I wrong. As my taxi pulled over to the front entrance of the building, I noticed how it towered above the small streets near it. I got out and walked to the entrance. I turned around for a second to signal to the taxi to wait for me. “Holy Shi-” BAM! The taxi suddenly got pulverized as a huge mass collided into it from above. To my disbelief and horror it was Joey. His body crushed by the impact and scared by the glass. But there was some thing else, a bullet hole into his head. There was screaming and shouting. Through the chaos I looked up towards the roof of the structure and I saw two men in black suits. Police sirens and the roar of a fire engine could be heard approaching. It was the O.Gz. They must have followed him and then interrogated him about the money. That meant they knew where to find the money, and more importantly us! Crime does not pay.
Meanwhile Ice’s crew hadn’t forgotten about us either. They had gathered up all their men and loaded them up with weapons of every size and calibre. They were the hunters and we were the lame pathetic prey waiting to be murdered. They had no interest in he money, all they wanted was our blood spilled. On the other hand the O.Gz wanted our blood spilt and the money. And now thanks to Joey, they knew where to locate us. This was not my week.
To Be Concluded…
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