Cutlass
	I sat at the table, milling over the drawn-out plans that we had set for tonight.  The lamps hanging on the walls dimly lit the room and set a lonely mood about the cave, but being alone rarely ever bothered me – besides, my mates were about to arrive here sooner or later.  It’s been snowing for a good while, and outside it is already a few inches high, but its warmer under the earth than many would believe.  I eased myself from my chair, and opened the chests sitting in the darkness, bringing the lamp from the table with me.  Scrounging through the chests, I was rather sure that we had everything that we would need, which wasn’t much to begin with, but one can never be too careful, right?
	I heard the engine of two snowmobiles echo through the cave, and I stood myself up, and awaited the view of my mates.  Joey, in his immature ways, drove the snowmobile through the opening of the cave all the way down to where I was, and Ian followed behind, with Jeffery sitting with Ian.  I looked at Joey, “Fuck you, I’m driving.”
	“Yea, fuck you, too, asshole,” he retorted.
	“Do you want this done right, boy?” I glared at him – I’d be damned if I would let some miscreant mess up my plans.  “I’m pretty sure you don’t want to be arrested tonight, so play by my rules.”  He glared back, and moved to the back of the vehicle.  “You might as get off, anyway, we have to get dressed, ya know?”
	I didn’t pay too much attention to the others as they got dressed from the chests, but I made sure I had everything I needed – three knives hidden in different places, enough clothes to keep me warm, ski mask, and a gun hidden in my belt, and overtop was a snow camouflage cloak, but also a sawn-off shotgun.  From what I figured, everyone else was wearing about the same thing, either snow camouflage, white, or grey; I noticed Jeffery grabbing the submachine gun, so the other two had a pistol and a shotgun.
	I finally hoped onto the driver-seat of the snowmobile, and Joey jumped onto the other one with Ian, so Jeffery had no other choice but to sit with me.  Joey gave me an odd stare at this moment, something about his eyes really didn’t settle with me – I had my doubts about him before this moment, but now I was really rather beginning to wonder about him.  I shrugged it off for this moment, though, and was the first out of the cave, and worked my way towards our location.
	Eventually making our way to the bank in New Freedom, we sat outside in the back for a moment, milling over who was doing what, making sure that no one would mess everything up.  It seemed simple on paper, but trials always proved to be harder when they were ran through – you can never guess all the random, small events that could happen.  But, with the roads as icy and slick as they were, police response would be few and far between, even if the station was a short ways down the road.  Sure, this was risky, but it seemed like it would work.  So why the hell not?  I’ll be damned if I get arrested for this, I’ll die, first.
	Rubbing the barrel of the sawn-off shotgun as it hid under my cloak, I looked at the others, “Tally-ho?”
	“Oi,” Jeffery remarked, in his usually heavy-tone grunt of the word.
	Ian, smoking a cigarette, nodded.
	Joey had a wide grin on his face, “Oi!” with a much lighter-pitched tone.
	We walked into the bank, and I threw my cloak off, cocking the sawn-off and raising it in the air, throwing an accent so people wouldn’t match a voice pattern, “Aye, this be a hold-up!  If I see any ye reaching fer that tharr alarm, I won’t hesitate to shoot yer bloody ass!”  At that moment I think I heard Joey cackle while I threw the Scottish accent, and I tried to keep a straight-face as I pointed the gun at the tellers – only two, but I figured there was someone else at least hiding around the building.  Finding those others was Ian’s job; Joey was to watch for anyone coming in, and Jeffery was crowd-control.
	I went behind the counter, had one teller move to the front with Jeffery, and I took the other teller with me to the vault.  The girl was cute, but now wasn’t the time to grab a date, as I lightly pushed her into the vault, holding the gun to her the whole time, “Put the money in the bag, damnit, and don’t fuck around.”
	“Why are you doing this?” she asked, trying not to cry.
	“Why always with the questions?”  I glared at her, “I’d rather not shoot you, but you’re not making this easy for me.”  I stood in the way of the door to make sure someone wouldn’t close it, to either lock me in or out.  When she finally finished putting the money into the sacks, cleaning out the vault of a good several million, I made her drag the bags out onto the lobby floor, and made her lay on the floor with everyone else.  Ian was already standing there with two more employees on the ground – although, when I came in Ian and Joey were talking, but abruptly stopped when I came out, and didn’t seem to have the happiest of smiles on them.  I didn’t show any concern, though, purposely.
	I looked up after the girl laid down, “That’s a good several, we’re set, mates.”  Mistakenly, though, I let my sawn-off drop to my side – that’s when Joey took the advantage and grabbed it out of my hand.  “Fuck,” I hushed.
	“Fuck indeed,” he said, as he tossed the gun on the floor.  “Unfortunately, you’re not going to be joining us with our celebration drinks.”
	“You’re an ungreatful fuck, you know that?” I yelled at Joey, but he seemed to be enjoying it, now holding his shotgun to my head.
	“Yea, well, at least we’re smart enough not to leave traces, ya know?  We’ve learned.”  His grin grew deeper as I could read his intentions from his eyes, “So you ain’t staying much longer.”
	“Aww no, man,” Jeffery finally coughed up, “you can’t shoot Ch-“
	“Shut up,” I snapped at him, for nearly spilling my name.  “So you’re in this, too, boy?”
	Jeffery looked back at me, “In what?  I just realized what was going on.”
	Joey, in his usual cocky self, looked back at Ian and laughed.  I made sure that was his last mistake.  I gripped the shotgun while he held it and aimed it outwards, as I kicked the back of his knee to make his collapse to his knees, while pulling out the pistol I had concealed in my belt and held it to his head.
	“Fuck, indeed,” I growled, putting pressure into his temple with the barrel of the gun.
	Ian pointed his pistol at me, and Jeffery pointing his Submachine at Ian.  Finally prying the shotgun from Joey’s hands, I pointed it at Ian, and Ian picked up my sawn-off that was lying on the floor and pointed it at Jeffery.
	I stared at Ian, “Ian, you’re kind of overpowered, ya know?”  He shuffled from side to side, unsure of what to do, looking right down the road, wishing he was home.
	Turning my attention back down at Joey, I growled again, “You did me wrong, boy, and I can’t let you live for that.”  I pulled the trigger, and felt the jolt of the gun as the barrel released the bullet to tear through the skin and drill deeply into his skull.  At that moment, I heard a gunshot, and I immediately dropped to the floor, as I tried to dodge a bullet that I figured was coming from Ian; but, as I stood myself back up, I saw that it was Jeffery that had shot Ian.
	I kind of immediately grinned, but I really should have probably known better – especially as I felt the cold barrel of Jeffery’s gun touch my temple, and with me sitting on my ass on the floor at a major disadvantage.  “Oh fucking please,” I mumbled, fixing how I was seated so I was more comfortable, figuring that I could encourage the boy otherwise.  “What the hell are you going to do with several million, DRUGS?”
	I felt the barrel of the gun lighten up, “Damn, you’re right.”  The barrel released completely, and I stood myself up.
	“Come on, grab half the backs, I’ll get the other have – and I’ll meet you at the spot, I need to clean up here, first.”  I trusted him enough to follow simple directions.
	“Right,” and he left, without any of the bags.
	I sighed, “God damnit.”  I carried Joey’s and Ian’s bodies to the snowmobile, and went back in.  Pulling the bags onto my back, I turned to everyone that was still alive, “Well, you guys have a merry Christmas!  And the phone lines have been cut since before we ever stepped foot in here, so don’t rush nor worry about calling them so quick!”  With that, I stepped out back into the bitter, relentless, cold wind, and made my way back to the snow mobile, and piled the bags on.  Running back in real quick, I grabbed my cloak, and ran back out onto the snow mobile.
	As I finally reached the cave, I saw Jeffery passed out in a chair at the table.  I dropped the bags right onto the table, allowing a loud thump, which woke him from his mindless stupor of a sleep and daze, to not remember to take some of the damn sacks before he left the bank.  “Wake up,” I said, “we’re starting counting, now.”  The whole process took a good few hours, especially since Jeffery was slow and half-asleep the whole time, but we roughly estimated it to about eight million.  More than enough for both of us, although …
	“We did good, Jeffery,” I finally broke the silence of our shock and awe, “but unfortunately, for that stunt you pulled in the bank,” I pulled the pistol from my belt again, and aimed it him, “I can’t let you live.”  I shot him in the forehead, and he fell backwards onto the ground.
	This turned to be a bad day, in the end and summary of things.  Everything seemed like it would have worked well, but human greed ended up fucking everything, from Joey, to Ian, to inevitably Jeffery.  But, this part was over, now.  I put all three of their bodies at the very end of the cave, and caved it in, covering their bodies with an immense amount of earth that wouldn’t be dug through for a long time, if ever.  That’s covered most of my tracks, and I’ve left no hard evidence behind.  Now, all that was left was to live, to live my new life, as a rich mother fucker.