[EX] The Bank Job
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				Title: <strong>[EX] The Bank Job </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 16:24:02</strong>
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				<em>Maddy Highton, Branch Manager, 8am</em><br><br>Maddy Highton had come in early this morning.&nbsp; There was so much to do, the new computer system was causing problems, they had had to close early yesterday.&nbsp; She hoped they would have no problems today.&nbsp; She picked up the mail, delivery had been early, then she had walked through the small bank, glancing at the CCTV camera, she needed tog et a new tape in the recorder.&nbsp; Her office was off tot he side, two cashier points and another office were all that were in this small branch.&nbsp; It was plenty big enough for the small community they served.<br><br>The safe was on a time lock, it opened at 9am every day, and there was almost $300, 000 in there.&nbsp; They were expecting a collection today, a large deposit by a wealthy member of the community had put more in the safe than they usually held, but that didn't worry Maddy, they were small fry, hardly worth even bothering about.&nbsp; She would make sure they were ready for collection when the truck arrived.<br><br>Maddy was a fine looking woman, she was 3 years off 40.&nbsp; She looked after herself, she went to the gym when she could and she ran most mornings.&nbsp; She wore a smart navy blue skirt suit, a cream blouse, she wore dark stockings and sensible shoes.&nbsp; She was in a good mood this morning, her home group meeting last night had been amazing and she was a very popular member of the local church, often out most nights at one home or another.&nbsp; She wasn't interested in men, or sex.&nbsp; She lived to serve and spread the word.<br><br>She switched on her computer, pouring a coffee as she waited for it to go through the start up routines.&nbsp; She checked her emails, nothing much, just a warning of possible robber attempts, apparently a couple of other small branches had been hit, they had taken money, no one hurt.&nbsp; She shook her head, they had never been hit, they were too far out.<br><br>She checked the time, Cassie was due in soon. She was a good worker, Maddy was impressed what she saw in the girl, she reminded her very much of herself at that age.&nbsp; The computer suddenly crashed and she shook her head, it was going to be one of those days.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Bank Job </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 17:59:13</strong>
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				Cassie made sure she was always on time, even at the new job she took at the bank. She was struggling to pay for her last year at college and figured the part time teller position at the bank would work around her schedule nicely. She looked at her watch and it was around twenty to nine. She really liked her new boss, she was kind and friendly, and took the time to show her the ropes.&nbsp; Cassie was struggling with the break up of her boyfriend though. He wanted the two of them to sleep together and pressured her constantly. Finally he had enough of her saying 'no' and left her. She figured he just wasn't the boy for her, and would find someone that respected her more than he did. <br><br>Cassie got to the door of the bank an peered in, She saw Maddy, and knocked on the glass. She waited for Maddie to let her in, to start the day. Once inside, Maddy locked the door behind them so they could finish preparing to open the bank for the day. Cassie began counting out the drawers as Maddy had instructed her to do every morning. She looked over at Maddy and giggled, except for the length of their skirts, Cassie's being a little shorter, they had almost dressed the same today.&nbsp; Cassie wore a dark blue skirt that just covered her firm silky thighs, and a white shirt with cute little black pumps.&nbsp; "Ok Maddy, all the drawers are counted for today, need me to do anything else before we open?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Bank Job </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 18:05:45</strong>
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				Maddy smiled at Cassie, she was very fond of the girl.&nbsp; She had proved to be a fast learner and she knew she was finding the financial strain of college hard.&nbsp; Maddy was going to do all she could to help her out.&nbsp; She watched as she counted the drawers out, counting the float on the till.&nbsp; It was standard procedure, and something done every morning and evening.&nbsp; She was going to call the software installers again, it wasnt working, her computer continued crashing.<br><br>"I think we're good to go, when it hits 9 anyway" she knew the safe would open then, there was more money in it than she liked, but it would be picked up later.&nbsp; "We need the slips and paperwork ready for the money pick up later" she told her, "lets hope they come earlier, I will be happier when the safe is back to next to nothing." She told her, remembering the email.&nbsp; "And be aware Cassie, theres been a couple of holds up and a general warning has gone out." She told her, looking at the empty cup in her hands.&nbsp; "I need another coffee.&nbsp; Want one?" she asked, moving to the small kitchen.staff room they had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Bank Job </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sleepingferret</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 18:09:15</strong>
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				<em>The previous night in an abandoned church outside of town at around 9pm</em><br><br>Jacob sighed as he inspected the weapons for the hundredth time in the past hour.&nbsp; He had requested T91 assault rifles, he had other personal "favorites" on his list but he felt getting something that was manufactured and used over in Taiwan, would in his mind make it harder to at least trace the sale should anything go wrong.&nbsp; But here sat Russian AKMS assault rifles; a folding stock variant on the most widely known and perhaps "iconic" terrorist weapon ever made.<br><br>Cursing under his breath, Jacob made a mental note not to use that guy Wes he had been referred to for anything.&nbsp; Wes might of delivered on time and on a rather demanding timetable...but he hadn't exactly delivered what Jacob had requested.&nbsp; After closing up the crate, Jacob gave a resigned nod to his hired thugs which loaded the crate up into a van parked out behind the church.<br><br>Muttering a final curse, Jacob left the church and headed back towards town where he was supposed to meet the crew for this job at some bar.&nbsp; He would worry about which one later, for now he had other things on his mind and he still had a small drive back to town.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Bank Job </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>09-09-2010, 20:01:20</strong>
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				"Ok, Maddy, I'll get that paperwork ready. I was surprised that they haven't picked up the money yet. We waited for them last night, and they never came. No thanks, Maddy, I don't drink coffee, but thanks anyway." Cassie made sure all the paperwork was ready, she always made sure she did everything correctly, she wouldn't let you down in any way. She knew that Maddy was frustrated with the computer system.&nbsp; She took heed to the warning about robbers, but figured they would never get hit, they were too small, and out of the way.&nbsp; She looked up and saw the time, it was about ten minutes to nine. Cassie finished the paperwork, and put in a neat little pile, waiting for Maddy's return to the front of the bank. As soon as she came back, it would be time to open the bank and begin the day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Bank Job </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zelric Miras</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 01:21:56</strong>
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				Selim left the studio early with the van, about thirty minutes before they were meant to meet at the bar. He had polished his knifes they day before and most of them now rested on a wooden box at the back. He had added a few things that they might use, masks, gloves and spare clothes, just in case. A few minutes later he parked the van in a conceiled alley besides the bar and locked it, knowing there was no particular risk in leaving it there. Wether they would use it or not was not of his interest, he had taken it there and that was it. <br><br>A brief glance around the bar told him that he was earlier than the rest, well it was to be expected. He shrugged and asked for a shot of aguardiente and downed it in a gulp before heading to one of the tables and taking a seat. A glance to his wrist told him it would be another 10 minutes before the others arrived so he just made himself comfortable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Bank Job </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 03:49:43</strong>
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				In a dark seedy motel, Roland got off of the bed slowly. Fully nude, and covered in a thin layer of sweat. Reaching over to the nightstand, he grabbed the open bottle of Jack Daniels and took a deep swig from it. An attractive and curvy sort of woman lay there, a dazed look in her eyes with the sheets draped over her body. Speaking in a husky tone, she simply said <strong>"One more time? For the road."</strong> Smirking some as he tipped the bottle back, and finished it off. All he did was wipe his mouth and say <strong>"Some other time, maybe. I've gotta go to work, so it'd likely be best if you shoved off darlin'."</strong> Afterwards he made his way to the shower, and washed off all of the evidence of their intimacy.<br><br>After the shower, Roland tossed on a pair of black cargos, black boots, a black bulletproof vest underneath over his wifebeater but underneath his shirt and jacket. Holstering a .357, along with a back up ruger in his back pocket he threw on a skull cap and got onto his Harley. The man did have a meeting to attend after all, and hopefully? He wouldn't have to shoot anyone in the face tonight, but the night was still young.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Bank Job </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sleepingferret</strong> on <strong>10-09-2010, 05:19:20</strong>
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				Jacob's henchmen took the van back to an old warehouse which he owned.&nbsp; Meanwhile, Jacob drove back to town still not happy about the guns, it was just another thing to add to his of things to do.&nbsp; He'd have to have a talk with this Wes about this later.&nbsp; <br><br>For now though, it was a mild distraction albeit an annoying one.&nbsp; Jacob sighed pushing the thoughts out of his head for now as he parked his black BMW E92 M3 about a block away from the bar.&nbsp; Walking the rest of the way, he only took time to glance at his watch to see that he was running about five minutes behind schedule. <br><br>"Damn..." he muttered under his breath as he walked into the bar; he hated being late.&nbsp; He had even been known to have moods where people just delivering messages for him would wind up dead if they were late.&nbsp; And yet here he was walking into this place five minutes late and dressed like some rich executive, minus the tie; black button down shirt, red silken suit, and black wing tipped shoes.&nbsp; Perhaps the only "reassuring" thing in Jacob's mind was that his trusted, well cared for customized .45 automatics from Infinity Firearms still rested in their holsters at the small of his back.<br><br>As he approached the bartender, Jacob took a quick glance around surveying the gathered crowd.&nbsp; He hadn't been told who had been hired for this job, he was only given a place to meet at and was informed that they had been informed about him.&nbsp; "Aberlour." Jacob says calmly to the bartender as he pulls a twenty dollar bill from his pocket.&nbsp; Taking the drink in hand, Jacob merely nods to the bartender and turns to again casually survey the crowd.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Bank Job </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 14:37:49</strong>
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				Maddy made a fresh pot of coffee and poured herself one, then she returned to the front and perch on the end of a desk.&nbsp; "So Cassie, are you enjoying things here?&nbsp; Is there anything we have done so far that you arent sure about?" she wanted to make sure that the girl was ok with what she ahd been shown so far.&nbsp; She was a bright young woman, Maddy didnt think she would have any problems, this branch of the bank was still pretty old, the security system wasnt the best.&nbsp; She heard the safe whirr and click, it wasnt even 9 yet and the safe had opened. "We could do with some new systems" she said shaking her head.&nbsp; The front door was a single glass one, the blind was donw at the moment, as they were at the windows.&nbsp; They always kept the blinds down until they opened.&nbsp; <br><br>(We are just gonna chatter to give you guys a chance to get sorted, we'll open a few minutes after nine.)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Bank Job </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lovelygirl</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 16:07:29</strong>
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				" I think I'm ok, as things come up I'm sure I'll have questions." Cassie gave the paperwork to Maddy to look over, make sure everything was in order for the pick up. "I really do like it here Maddy, you and the rest of the staff are so friendly. And you are so accommodating with my schedule, not many employers would be that way." most of the rest of the staff came in later since the bank was usually slow in the morning. Most customers came in over their lunch breaks or after work. Cassie had a great respect for Maddy, she was precise and efficient, while being kind at the same time, you often didn't find that in a boss. <br><br>"So Maddy, how was your group last night? Did you enjoy yourself?" Cassie could never figure out why someone as attractive as Maddy never went out with guys. She was constantly getting flirted with while they worked. Cassie just figured Maddy was too busy and shrugged it off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Bank Job </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 16:19:16</strong>
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				Maddy took the paperwork and looked over it, everything was good, Cassie had done exactly as asked.&nbsp; "Thats good, I'll head back into the vault shortly and make sure its all labelled up and ready to go when they arrive" she told the younger woman, "we are a good group, and you've fitted in well." She said, "I hope you will think over the offer, if you want Saturdays when you go back to college they are yours, we only open 8 - 12 on Saturday, but if you want it, its yours." She told her.<br><br>"Group was good, we discussed why God allows such bad things to happen in the world.&nbsp; That one always makes people think.&nbsp; I've heard all the questions, 'if God loves us so much why does he allow such bad things to happen?' Thats the most common one, I wish I could reasure people, but they sem to have made their own minds up." She explained, shrugging.&nbsp; She liked her life, she enjoyed what she did, but she had no desire to let another man into her life, to hurt her like her ex husband had.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Bank Job </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Darkcide</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 16:38:39</strong>
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				Roland made his way into the bar, after parking his bike out front. As he made his way through the crowd of people, one unfortunate young man bumped into him rather hard. After grabbing the man by the front of his shirt he positively flung him a good distance away from him and surveyed the bar. Nothing the older man at the bar, he shook his head a little and headed in that direction. Coming up behind the guy he simply said <strong>"You're new to the idea of incognito, huh? You stand out like a whore in church, mate."</strong> Smirking before he sat down on a stool, leaving an open one between the two of them. Cracking his neck gently he turned to the bartender and said <strong>"I'll take a Jack."</strong> Placing the money on the counter in front of him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Bank Job </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>sleepingferret</strong> on <strong>11-09-2010, 21:59:33</strong>
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				Jacob took a sip from his drink, but it did little to hide his devilish grin.&nbsp; With a raised eyebrow, he looked and replied. "You do know why whores go to church don't you?" He paused for a moment, taking another sip of the single malt scotch before setting the glass on the bar.&nbsp; "They go to question to find clients, besides only grandmothers got to church to actually pay attention to the priest.&nbsp; And then, some of them are probably wondering if they could get him to give up the cloth and go home with them."<br><br>Jacob looked around again briefly, then turned back to Roland. "You name someone who doesn't stand out in here, and I may just have to buy you a Christmas present." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [EX] The Bank Job </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>kaz</strong> on <strong>13-09-2010, 00:51:04</strong>
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				Closing the game everyone, not really going as I wanted.&nbsp; thanks for you participation...
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