“Curly” moved off the truck with Moe, as they agreed to call themselves on the job, vouching to go with a silenced MP7 submachine gun and covered the man as he ran a few checks with his toys. He was one of the gorillas, used primarily for crowd control and weapons detail. He smiled when he stepped inside the bank. It looked like they didn’t have much in the way of a crowd today…3 hostages, but all women. None of them looked like they were going to give him any trouble with the eyes they had.<br/><br/>He smoothly moved past the other guards and slipped a sign from his mechanic coveralls that posted the building closed for computer maintenance. Then locked the doors from within and drawn the shades. Damned if he was going to have some asshole tip off the cops too soon. He had walked back to the center of the bank to hear the manager identify herself and request the other’s release and promptly gave her a backhanded slap to knock her back into reality. “You don’t get to make requests sweet-cheeks. You get to do what we say. And we say we’re going to have a nice little meeting while we wait”<br/><br/>He motioned the other two with his gun “you, and you. Over here. Don’t make me say it twice” when pointed the gun down to where he was. His heart was going a mile a minute and he already had the beginnings of wood. He’d be full blown hard if this place had more people, but it wouldn’t have been this easy. Sometimes easy was preferable to excited.<br/>