"Ok, we need to make every move count," the commander cried out as the full sized remote control jeep sped towards the Brinks truck packed full of explosives. It hit the back of the truck, and the corresponding explosion took out the vault-like door, and killed the two guards that were riding in the back instantly, as well as the driver. Before the smoke settled, three unidentifiable figures leaped out of a waiting van and pried the door the rest of the way open.
One of the guys eyes widened as he looked at the money, it was more than he had ever seen in his entire life. The entire back of the truck had bags and bags of money. "I wish I knew how much money is here!"
"There is more than enough to go around and make us all very, very rich!"
"Move, move! You can worry about how much there is later." Came the cry as the cash inside the Brinks truck was moved to the back of the van in less time than it takes to blink. As soon as the Brinks truck was emptied the black van took off into the blackness of the night.