You don’t play with The Dolls, not if you want to stay breathing. The Dolls aren’t what you could call nice. And today, loading their semi automatic weapons behind their stolen getaway van, they were in a particularly nasty mood.
The First Wisconsin Bank & Trust was about to get hit. Of course bank jobs were going out of style, but the way The Dolls handled it, they worked. They didn’t yell “hand over the money or we’ll start shooting” They started shooting and then people handed over the money.
Worked like a charm throughout the Mid West, and today, they knew, there was $5 million in cash about to be collected by the boys in the armored vans. Only by the time they got there, the money would have already been collected, courtesy of The Dolls. Meanwhile some poor suckers would be growing cold on the marble floor of the bank. Who would get hit and how was of no consequence.
It all went exactly to plan at the start. Lots of people screaming as live rounds ripped through the bank lobby, three customers mown down, then two cashiers blown away right where they sat; the armour piercing bullets making short work of the bank teller’s protective windows.
Mask still on, the leader, Brutus Doll, grabbed a woman selling holiday insurance at a desk in the lobby and slapped her round some. The ‘rage’ tattoo on his chest told her all she needed to know.
“Take us to the safe bitch, now” he yelled. Just to press home the request Brutus put bullets in two more customers. Hurriedly she led the way to the safe, Brutus and Mad Cap stood at the door while the two girls, Suze and Spike stood guard over the lobby, barking orders, firing off rounds, getting respect.
“Where’s the manager ?” Brutus’ finger was itchy on the trigger. “He’s in there” said the terrified insurance sales lady. “He’s inside the safe.”
And he was too. You see Landon P. Wilks, the Bank Manager had an unusual habit. He liked to lock himself away in the safe in the half hour leading up to the armored security boys arriving. Here he could thrill himself with the Autoblow Blast, the world’s first fully automatic blowjob machine. With the massive steel doors shut and bolted he was lost to the world in deep throat heaven, with the beads racing up and down his longing cock.
“Tell him we’re here” ordered Brutus.
“I can’t” said the insurance woman. He’s behind three and a half feet of solid steel, no way he can hear us, no way we can hear him. The door won’t open now till the armored car gets here and they put their ID code through to him in the safe.”
Well, Brutus Doll was a mean and brutal son bitch, but he wasn’t dumb. He knew they could shoot and scream at the door the whole damn day but it wasn’t going to open. Cops would be squawking on loudhailers long before the armored van turned up; best to abort the job and live to fight another day. Next time they’d just take the armored van.
Brutus fired two shots in the ceiling and shouted to Suze and Spike.
“We’re leaving!”
The girls knew better than to question Brutus. They made straight for the door, backing out carefully all the way.
“We’ll be back, bitch” said Brutus, turning to her as he walked away, “and you can tell that asshole in there he’s gonna get blown from here to Sunday.”
“I think he just did” said the insurance lady.
Brutus shot her a quizzical look: “Huh?”
“Nothing” she said.
Brutus and Madcap reached the door and disappeared.
