Frank parked the false armored car in front of the bank. He had spent the last month making sure of how the real guards did it so they wouldn't attract attention in this little town. The problem with hitting small towns was people noticed everything unusual. Whistling, he closed and locked the front door before opening the back door to let his other two partners out. But he didn't wait for them to get out. Instead, he knocked three times in rapid succession followed by three longer knocks and finally three more quick knocks. SOS in morse code for anyone who cared to remember the code. It was the signal agreed upon by all of the gang.<br/><br/>The short time he waited for the door to open had Frank sweating bullets. He had never done anything this big before. Mostly, it was just light stuff he could sell to a fence he knew. If they managed to pull this one off, Frank was going to enjoy the hell out of his cut. Might even splurge for some pussy back in Chicago. So far, there was no alarm so that meant things were going right.