Hollywood Bank Robber Novels & Stories

Then Dante said, “You want to know if she’s dangerous.” “I want to know if she’s lying.” “Same thing.” He laid out the plan like he was pitching a heist. Holly would be leaving Steeped in You after closing. Her bodyguard — the only one left after she insisted on downsizing — would step away for a bathroom break. A man would approach. Fast. Aggressive. Unarmed. He’d grab her wrist. Say something threatening. Then disappear. No bruises. No blood. No mistakes. I called the man myself.

No trace. With nowhere left, Holly bought a train ticket and dipped. Dragging her suitcase, she slipped out in disgrace. After that, no one saw her again. As for Robert and Brandon? They ended up even worse.

A robber glanced back inadvertently and noticed the car behind them, he shouted at the camouflaged man in panic. The other robbers quickly looked around to check, their expressions changed drastically. There were so many of them in the bank, yet they were unable to subdue the brat. Instead, Darryl managed to counter-attack them. Besides, Darryl seemed to be just fine even after he took a shot from Brother Walter!

"HOLLYN!" She startled. And that's when I knew I'd made a huge mistake. The mountain of a man grabbed her around the waist. Started hauling her to the car. Another man, much shorter than the other, jumped from the front seat, the glint of metal in his hand. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF HER! HOLLYN!" I lengthened my stride even as my muscles protested. Startled passersby got out of my way. One industrious soul tried to help from the other direction. He was shot in the chest for his trouble.

The bodyguards on the driver and passenger seats each took out a bat from beneath their seats. The robbers pointed their guns at the bodyguards' heads and yelled, "Stay still! We only want money!" Holly took out the cash she had just withdrawn from her handbag. "This is all I have." The robber grabbed the money and glanced at it, finding it lacking. He then pointed the gun at Holly. "Go get more!" Fearing for her life, Holly panicked with the gun pointed at her. She forced herself to calm down and told Cooper, "Alright. Let's go to the bank."

For certain, I knew that Catherine or in fact whole Virtue knew the significance of Hwa Young, but if the police still unable to make any progress, surely Virtue just have to do it ourself. [Looks Like Catherine knew about it…she tried to pressed the Local police, and every authouritive power in the area but nothing budge…by the way, I managed to access the bank security footage…looks like the robber is not only a black hearted robber but also a member of an extremist group…all 10 of the robber have a military background…and has committed various degree of crimes before..including rape and murder…]. (T.A.S)

The four robbers are in front of the cashier's desk taking the cash that is taken by the cashier from the safe. In less than 15 minutes they managed to put all the cash in a few sacks. The robbers, who numbered about ten people, started to panic when their comrade who was outside the bank as a rescue team could not to be contacted. They did not expect that the police team and FBI managed to knock out their friend out there. The chief robber fired his gun into the air as a warning to the police. As evidence he immediately shot the cashier right to his head. "Bang bang." Twice hit the cashier's head. Instantly his body fell to the floor covered in blood. Without pity, one of the robbers kicked

“We did everything to survive. Everything, Mia. The good. The bad. The very ugly. We slept behind dumpsters. We begged. We stole.” He turned, locking eyes with me. “At eighteen, we started robbing places. Small stores at first. Then we got better. Faster. Bolder. We’d gamble with the money. Sometimes we’d win, sometimes we’d lose. But it was never enough.” I was still inching closer to the gun. “Then came the big idea at twenty-five,” he said, eyes distant. “First Heritage Bank in Illinois.” I froze again. That was a federal bank. “We planned it for months,” he said, pacing now. “Got the guns. The blueprints. Even fake IDs. We knew when the vault would open. Everything was perfect. In. Out.

Usually, phishing or hacking methods were employed. Unfortunately, the robbery escalated further. One of the robbers wanted to take out their frustration on a little girl who was crying in fear, despite her mother's efforts to calm her down. From this point on, everything became a blur. I don't know why, but I reflexively emerged from my hiding place and ran toward one of the robbers who was about to pull the trigger. I ran to redirect his aim, and I succeeded, but unfortunately, I forgot about the other robbers. They directed their shots at me instead.

Three bullets fly into the ceiling of the bank, sharply accompanied by people's screams and objects loudly thudding against the floor as customers take cover. The imposter was all in for action movies, he fires another two shots in the air distracting Butcher's men from Sophia. She pulls out from brown jacket's grip and runs behind the counter along with the other pretty bankers. With Sophia gone the guys are within arm's reach, completely vulnerable as the imposter's weapon flies free in his hand while their's still hangs in their jacket. The brown jacket guy quickly picks up a baby while his partner holds down the mother as she screams with tears bathing her face. "Drop your weapon," he pu