A 500 Word Short Story by Scott A. Gese
As soon as she walked in, she felt the tension.
Then she noticed the man wearing a ski mask and knew why. He pointed a gun in her direction and used it to motion her to the back room where the others were being held. Not on my birthday, she thought as she scanned the scene. One bank teller was busy emptying out the registers. A second gunman was at the safe with another teller. He was filling a sack with bundles of bills. The security guard lay on the floor in a pool of blood. The silent alarm had not been set off. There was a cake.
The gunmen didn't realize the woman who had just walked in was the branch manager, her name was Sasha Lee, They took her cell phone and led her to the back room. As soon as the door was closed she reached into her jacket pocket and pushed the button on her remote unit setting off a silent alarm. It put the local authorities into immediate action.
Once the money was gathered the men shoved the two tellers into the back room with the others.
Only Sasha knew the room was a safe room. and she had the remote that secured the door. She cautiously stepped outside the room and locked it, then quickly slipped behind a counter. The two men had just stepped outside when the first police car pulled up. They high tailed it back into the bank. The cops didn't know the situation so they kept their distance for the time being.
The phone rang. They ignored it at first, but it wouldn't stop. One of the men finally answered it. An officer was on the line. “Looks like we have a situation here son.”
“That's right,” replied the gunman. “We got hostages.”
As one gunman talked with the officer, the second one went for the hostages, but the door was locked. They may have had hostages, but they were of little use if they couldn't get to them. While one was on the phone, the other worked on getting the door open. Sasha quickly stepped behind him and with the stealth that revealed her training in Ninjitsu, she took him out. He never knew what hit him. The gunman on the phone had no idea his partner had just been decommission.
Once off the phone he called to him, but there was no answer. He found him unconscious behind the counter.
“What the hell is this?” He quickly scanned the room. A voice behind him whispered in his ear, “Are you looking for me?”
The gunman quickly spun around but it was too late. Sasha had him down and out before he had time to react.
Sasha cautiously stepped out the front door. She was met by an officer who happened to know her. “Sasha, when I realized it was your branch I knew there was going to be trouble.”
“Trouble?” She replied. “Piece a cake.”
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