"Leave it!"
The second man said to the third as they scurried for the exit and squeezed into the back of the 76 Chevy like a circus clown. The third man climbed into the passenger seat, the driver floored the accelerator, and it roared to life, scorching the asphalt in its wake. It fishtailed into the intersection nearly sideswiping an oncoming car, and shot forward like a bat out of the underworld.
"Move!" he shouted, Smacking the horn.
"That was close. "said the tall one.
"What's the take?"
"A quarter mill easily."
"No sign of 5-0?"
"No they're right on cue."
"Hold on." The man yanked the wheel hard left, narrowly dodging a minivan. As soon as it passed, he stuffed his baklava into the passenger door pocket.
"I'm gonna have to teach this turd to drive ."
"Pack me a lunch while you're at it." said the second cocking a Remington.
"The money. Where did you put it?"
"Travis left you a note."
"What does Travis want?"
"I Dunno," read it.
The man in the passenger seat crumbled the note with an exaggerated sigh.
"What did it say?" asked the third man.
The passenger man said:
"IN THE BAG"
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Nice to see a real heist story, fun twist and details. What happened to travis? Reading between the lines him and the money were left behind.