Rob a bank

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Ryan asks. “I mean, this can go wrong in so many ways.”

“There’s literally no way this can go wrong.” Hazel snaps. Her long brown hair is tied up in a bun. “We have people working with the police, and people working in the bank. I’ve thought of everything.”

Hazel’s family owns a very successful bank. However, they have a rival, a different bank owned by a different family. It’s April first, and Hazel has decided to prank them to show how bad of a place the rival family is.

There are twenty of them in the small room. Most of them are just there because Hazel promised a raise.

“Are you sure this is needed for a prank? I mean, can’t you just-”

“Ryan?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and sit down. Micah, go over the first part of the plan.”

Micah, a man with spiky hair dyed purple, who is sitting in a chair with his feet on the table, tapping at his phone, lets out a dramatic sigh. “Some of us get robber masks on, and go into the bank with guns that aren’t loaded, and we demand they let us into the safe, where we act like we take money, but actually leave fake money, then leave after thoroughly threatening them, and- yeah, this seems like a bit much for a prank.”

“Do you want the raise or not?”

“If we get arrested, it won’t matter.”

“You won’t. It’ll be fine. I thought of everything.”

Micah rolls his eyes, and goes back to his phone. “Whatever.”

“Emma, what's the second part?”

Emma, who is working at the bank to earn money for a car, looks up from a notebook with a bored expression. “We get ourselves arrested by your ‘undercover police officers,’ but act like we don’t work here. Then someone will call to say our bank is getting robbed, but it’s just some of us, but we say we’re from the other bank, and- this makes no sense.”

“Okay, you know what, you guys know the plan, I don’t need to remind you. Go ahead! And no attitudes!”

They hold in their grumbles as they get up. Micah and four others are wearing all black, and grab ski masks before going out of the room to a car that’s waiting for them.

“This is stupid!” Micah calls before the door shuts.

Hazel sighs. It’s not stupid. It’s revenge.

“Hands up! Everyone freeze!”

Micah is bored. Sure, he’s robbing a bank, but he has better things to do. He had to cancel a date for this.

There aren’t lots of people in the bank lobby. The people at the desk, an older lady and a man that looks like he couldn’t care less that a gun is pointed at him. Everyone lifts their hands.

“Where’s the safe?” Cooper demands. Cooper is one of Micah’s friends. He knows they don’t really want to be there either, but they’re a good actor.

The older lady points, but Cooper says, “Show us.”

Micah and Cooper follow her and the other three stay. The lady goes to a hallway, then through a door.

“It’s an actually safe?” Micah asks. There’s a huge circular metal door with a passcode on the wall beside it in the small room.

“Yes,” The lady says. “My granddaughter thinks no one wants to rob theis place. The code is 1234.”

“...Seriously?” Cooper says.

Micah sighs. “This is ridiculous. I can’t believe I’m wasting my time on this.”

Cooper types in the code. There’s a quiet beep, then the door creaks open.

“Uh…”

There are two people in ski masks in the safe already, stuffing a duffel bag with money. One has curly hair that was tied in a ponytail, and the other has long hair dyed red that is tied in a bun.

 They look at Cooper and Micah, and Cooper and Micah stare back.

“You know what?” Micah says. “You guys have fun.” He tosses them the bag with the fake money. “Will you leave that in there, please? Have a great day.”

Cooper closes the safe door, then turns to the older lady. “Can you call the police?”

“What?” She frowns.

“Not on those two in there, on us. Just tell them we tried to rob you, but you took our guns or something.”

“You...want me to call the police?”

“Well, I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do now. I think we’re supposed to get taken away by fake cops, right?”

Micah shrugs. “I went over the first part, remember?”

“Maybe it’s the security guards?”

“Oh, good point. You guys have any security guards here?”

The lady looks very confused, but nods slowly. “Yes, we do.”

“How are we supposed to know which are the fake ones, though?” Cooper asks.

There’s a knock on the open door. A girl in a police officer outfit looks in. “Uh, I’m supposed to be arresting you, I think.”

“Oh, great, there you are, let’s go. I might be able to make it to my date now. Can you drop me off at the coffee shop down the street?”

“So did it work?” Hazel demands. She’s on the phone with Micah.

“Yeah, yeah, it worked.” He says. “Can I go now?”

Huffing, she hangs up. She’s waiting in the lobby of the bank at the front desk. She has five fake security guards stationed against the wall. She didn’t want real guards, in case they try to actually take the ‘robbers’ to jail. There are a few people that are actually there to deposit or retrieve money, and a few people who Hazel has there to video what happens. 

Three people in ski masks come in, with guns raised. 

“Hands up!” One of them shout.

Hazel lifts her hands, and so do most of the other people. Two of them lift their phones, though.

Before anything can happen, though, the ‘security guards’ have disarmed the ‘robbers’, and two of them are leading them outside.

“That was it?” Emma mutters from the other side of the desk.

Hazel ignores her.

Two people come in, and walk to the desk.

“Was that a robbery?” One asks with wide eyes. It’s a girl with curly hair.

Hazel nods. “Yes, but it was handled appropriately. Don’t worry, no one could rob this place.”

“Can you tell me what happened?” She asks excitedly. “I want to know everything about this bank!”

The boy who is with her rolls his eyes. “If she’s going to do this, can I use your bathroom?”

“Yes, sure, it’s back there.” Hazel says, excited that someone wants to know about the bank.

The boy nods, and walks over, his hair, dyed dark red, swinging behind him. He hefts the blue backpack onto his shoulder, not glancing back.

Micah checks his phone. His date should be here in a few minutes. They changed the place from the coffee shop to a nice restaurant.

There’s a new text from Hazel, and he reads it.

Hazel: The bank got robbed. Not a prank.

That’s all it says. Micah snorts. Serves her right.

The door to the restaurant opens, and a tall man with a hat covering his hair walks in. He looks around, before his eyes land on Micah. He walks over.

“Hi, are you Micah Jackson?” He asks.

Micah smiles. “Are you Leo Phillips?”

“I am, sorry I’m late.”

“It’s no problem. What’s with the hat?”

“Hair disaster. I’ve got to fix it tomorrow. “Leo sits down across from him. “Did you order yet?”

“Nope. I was waiting for you.”

“Well, get whatever you want. It’s on me. I just...got a raise at work, and I want to treat you.”

Micah smiles, and looks at the menu. He misses Leo tucking a piece of his long dyed red hair into his hat.

Not a cliffhanger, but...