Driven by Robert J Crane

Author:Robert J Crane
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Humorous, Fantasy, General, Contemporary, Fiction
ISBN: 9781717420107
Publisher: Ostiagard Press
Published: 2018-05-04T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

“Idon’t really want to do this,” Angel said as we sat in the car about a block away from the Two Cities Bank Uptown branch. The engine was still purring, and she was already wearing her mask.

“Don’t be such a pansy,” I said. “This is your first offense, you’ll be fine. Just tell them you got roped into this by me. I’m a terribly bad criminal seed, so everyone will believe it,” I spoke through the mouth hole in my own mask. “Besides, I’m the one who actually has to bust into this place, and you don’t hear me complaining.”

“You’re already wanted,” Angel whined. “What do you have to lose?”

“My freedom,” I said, looking down the darkened street. It was only a few hours until dawn. “Or some limited derivation thereof.” Very limited, especially of late. Chafingly so. I leaned over into the back seat and slipped out the giant metal pole that Uncle Friday had so sweetly offered me, procured out of the bed of his massive F-350 pickup truck. I’d say he was overcompensating for something, but really, Friday was just the kind of guy who went big or not at all. “All right. Let’s go break down walls.”

I checked my mask and stepped out into the warm night air, watching Angel do the same. Jamal was handling coverage of the nearby cameras, available to talk if necessary directly through a burner phone in my pocket. My plan was to keep all of that crew way beyond arm’s length of this mess, though, because I wasn’t sure I entirely believed him when he said, “No, this will be totally untraceable to me.” But there was an uneasy tone in his voice that made me think someone out there might just have the means to tie this to him.

But … I kinda needed the help, so I didn’t look this gift horse too carefully in the mouth. Walking across Lake Street toward the bank’s wall, I didn’t feel real good about it though.

We slipped into a back alley, dodging dumpsters and moving along the side of the building that faced another shop. It wasn’t the best of locations, but it was off the main drag of Lake Street, so at least I didn’t have to worry about cars rolling by seeing me do my thang.

“You want to play lookout?” I asked Angel, who was lurking behind me, her body so tense I thought she might launch into the sky if she heard a loud noise.

She moved a little past me down toward the mouth of the alley onto Lake Street and just stood there. “No cars coming,” she breathed, meta-low.

“Okay then,” I said, raising Friday’s borrowed wrecking bar. Taking a deep breath, I stared at the brick in front of me and visualized shoving the bar a good six inches into the facade, where it would be stopped by steel plate.

Then I raised the bar, swung it back, and plowed it into the side of the building.

Brick crumbled and shattered, the wall coming down.

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