"I know I have been a big disappointment to you but I guess I did too much time, for where I went in a carefree boy, I came out bitter toward everything in general ..."
(live: 2s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[[[John Dillinger, 1933|name]]](stop:)]
The coupe runs like butter over the road.
The new V-8 engine is supposed to outrun near everything else out there these days. Or so [[Johnny|john]] says while he clutches at the wheel with his black leather gloves.
You're mashed between [[Butcher|butcher]] and [[Smiley Caison|caison]] in the backseat. Butcher's Tommy gun keeps poking you in the hip no matter how you position yourselves. Your own [[twin Colts|colts]] feel white hot against the sides of your ribs. They always get that way before a big job.
Up in front, [[Helen "Blue Eyes" Kingsley|helen]] fixes her lipstick in the mirror. Duke Ellington is [[playing|radio]] on the radio.
There's another coupe behind you that's got everybody else. Johnny explains [[the plan|plan]] again.
Fresh out of big house and the ringleader of this operation. He's handsome in the mean sense, with harsh dark eyes and a scar over his upper lip.
(set: $playername to (prompt:"What's your last name?"))
[[Continue|start]]
No one knows his real name.
He's a real brute and you don't know why Johnny keeps him around. A long, jagged scar runs from the crown of his head to the edge of his jaw.
He's just a kid. Freckled cheeks, a gap in his smile and hair like straw. He doesn't smile much since his Daddy lost himself in a bottle of bourbon and never crawled out.
Colt .38 Super automatic, with Cutts compensator. They both have 22-round magazines and a vertical grip.
Blue is too good for this life, you think. With her looks she could have been some kind of movie star.
Thick lashes, dark hair, a smile like a knife - her fingernails are colored with dark red paint.
"We gotta be real organized about this," Johnny is saying, "Get one team handlin' the floor, the other gettin' the cash."
He turns down the main road all smooth and gentle, like he's pulling silk through those leather gloved hands. The car shifts. Butcher's gun grinds into your hipbone.
Johnny tilts his hat as they pass under a streetlight, "Smiley, I want you on watch. You give the signal if you get a whiff of the cops."
"Sure thing, boss."
"I want two of you doin' crowd control and the tellers," Johnny continues, "Remember we ain't here for their money, just the banks."
His eyes lift to the mirror and he meets your gaze.
"What about it, $playername? You get your pick. Who do you want to stick with?"
[["I'll stick with you, Johnny."|gowithjohn]]
[["I'll help with the tellers."|gowithbutcher]]
"All right, [[Wolf|dollface]]," he smirks at you in the mirror.
Johnny pulls the car up to the curb and parks. The bank looms pale-faced and quiet in the afternoon sun. He waits until the other coupe pulls to a stop a hundred feet behind them and then fixes his hat.
"Let's go make some money," he says.
The four of you file out of the car and gather your jackets and your clothes around your weapons. You're too neatly dressed for this side of town, but no one pays you any mind.
Caison waits near the door and scans the road. The other coupe will circle the block once before coming back around to block off the alley. You hear the engine purr behind you as you jog up the stone steps.
[[Head into the bank|bank]]
You don't know where you picked up the nickname.
"The Wolf" $playername.
Johnny says it's because you got a grin like one. Blue teases and says it's because you were such a loner before you met them.
You don't know which version you prefer.
The doors of the bank open to a wide set of marble stairs. Johnny and Butcher lead and you follow with Blue.
As you crest the top of the stairs, you survey your surroundings.
The floor is set up in a circle. Tables and lamps are positioned in a half-moon across from the [[teller windows|teller]]. Directly ahead lies [[the vault|vault]] that is covered by a steel barred gate. You count twenty customers on the main floor. [[The bank president|president]] sits at a desk way off in the corner. There are exactly six [[security guards|guards]] interspersed between the [[customers|customers]].
That won't be enough to stop you.
Out of the corner of your eye, Johnny gives the signal.
[[Draw your weapon|gun]].
He's a short, fat old man with white wispy hair. The keys to the vault are hiding out in one of the many pockets of the expensive coat he's wearing.
The vault is wide open, save for the locked grate. The big metal behemoth of a door hangs ajar. It's almost like it's asking to be robbed.
Each one is reinforced with iron bars, protecting the pretty faces behind them. The soft sound of bills sliding over counters and smooth, melodic transactions hum as if the whole thing is some big oiled machine.
They all look slow and lazy. None of them are expecting a stick-up, either. The one closest to you muffles a yawn with a pudgy, pink hand.
These people are mostly down and out. Every single one of them looks tired while they're sorting their money and praying they've still got enough to feed whatever hungry mouths they have to go home too.
John never tries to rob any of the actual customers.
You're just here for the bank's money.
You pull one of your Colts free of its holster.
The closest security guard doesn't even have time to cry out. You slam the butt of the gun across the side of his head. On his way down, you give him a punch in the gut for good measure.
Butcher and Blue make loud, violent work of the remaining guards. Butcher is roaring at the top of his lungs while pressing his foot in the back of one of the guard's necks.
"Everybody down! Down! Get down and nobody gets hurt!"
Johnny slides through the chaos and heads for the president.
[[You follow|bankowner]].
The doors of the bank open to a wide set of marble stairs. Johnny and Butcher lead and you follow with Blue.
As you crest the top of the stairs, you survey your surroundings.
The floor is set up in a circle. Tables and lamps are positioned in a half-moon across from the [[teller windows|teller1]]. Directly ahead lies [[the vault|vault1]] that is covered by a steel barred gate. You count twenty customers on the main floor. [[The bank president|president11]] sits at a desk way off in the corner. There are exactly six [[security guards|guards1]] interspersed between the [[customers|customers1]].
That won't be enough to stop you.
Out of the corner of your eye, Johnny gives the signal.
[[Draw your weapon|gun1]].
Each one is reinforced with iron bars, protecting the pretty faces behind them. The soft sound of bills sliding over counters and smooth, melodic transactions hum as if the whole thing is some big oiled machine.
The vault is wide open, save for the locked grate. The big metal behemoth of a door hangs ajar. It's almost like it's asking to be robbed.
He's a short, fat old man with white wispy hair. The keys to the vault are hiding out in one of the many pockets of the expensive coat he's wearing.
They all look slow and lazy. None of them are expecting a stick-up, either. The one closest to you muffles a yawn with a pudgy, pink hand.
These people are mostly down and out. Every single one of them looks tired while they're sorting their money and praying they've still got enough to feed whatever hungry mouths they have to go home too.
John never tries to rob any of the actual customers.
You're just here for the bank's money.
You pull one of your Colts free of its holster.
You slam the butt across the side of the closest guard's head. On his way down, you give him a punch in the gut to make sure he *stays* down.
Johnny heads for the president to get the vault open with Blue hot on his heels.
You and Butcher make loud, violent work of the remaining guards. Butcher takes down the last one and plants his foot on the man's neck. He waves his gun around.
"Everybody down! Get down and nobody gets hurt!"
As soon as you're clear, you march up to the closest [[teller|firstteller]] and push a burlap bag over the counter.
You say, [["Fill it."|fillit]]
Johnny presses his pistol into the back of the president's head.
"Get it open," he says.
The portly man fumbles for his keys, visibly sweating. Johnny steers him to the barred vault. With trembling hands, the president fits the correct key inside the lock and gives it a twist.
Johnny nods to you. You move around him pull the steel grate open.
[[Step inside|insidevault]].
Johnny abandons the president. He pushes him gently out of the way and joins you inside the vault.
The [[money|money]] is laid out in stacks. There's supposedly $800,000 here, but how much you get depends on how fast you can put it in the burlap sacks that are currently stuffed in your coat.
There are rows and rows of [[personal safes|safes]] stacked on top of one another as well. John isn't interested in those.
Outside the vault, Blue and Butcher wave their guns in bank teller's faces and tell them to empty their registers.
You tuck your pistol in the back of your pants and get out a bag.
[[Then you get to work|stealing]].
It's all laid out in neat, organized towers. Piled high and pretty like expensive cakes. You can smell the ink and paper where you stand.
You have to wonder at what's in there -the stories those safes could tell! There might be ancient heirlooms, deeds to properties, expensive scotch or gold inlaid pocket watches. But you know it ain't right to steal from these people. It's the banks you want to suffer, not your fellow man.
You grab handfuls of money. The bills are stiff and sharp against your fingers.
Johnny is [[whistling|whistle]] while he works. He's done this a hundred times before. There ain't no need for him to get worked up about anything.
The president watches fearfully, but resigned, behind you.
You cinch one bag shut when it's full. You whistle and get Butcher's attention. When he turns from where he's standing by the tellers, you whip the bag across the floor to him.
He stops it with his foot and slings it over his shoulder.
[[You start filling up a second.|tap]]
Duke Ellington again.
At this rate, he's gonna get it stuck in your head too.
*Life is bare--gloom and mis'ry everywhere
Stormy weather...*
It ain't exactly motivating, but Johnny likes it well enough.
You're halfway through the second bag when Blue's voice cracks like a gunshot.
"Coppers!"
Johnny snaps his head up. Then he looks at his watch and sneers.
"You think someone [[sold us out?|sold]]" you ask.
"Ain't no way they got here this quick without a tip," he says and then tosses you his bag, "Let's make tracks, doll."
Blue runs up, cheeks flushed and gun clenched in her hand. Johnny stalks forward and grabs the bank president by the collar.
"I'll round up [[protection|protection]]," he says to you and Blue and then shoves the president forward, "Come on, pops."
You can either [[stay here and finish grabbing the money|stayrobbing]] or [[go help Caison with the police.|coppers1]]
If someone did, they're in for a world of hurt.
Trouble is, figuring out who tipped the coppers won't do you much good if you don't get out of here alive.
He means hostages.
Not anything serious, of course. It's just that having a few people shielding you when you leave the bank ensures the coppers won't shoot at you while you're getting away.
You usually drop them off somewhere not too far from town with enough light to make it back.
You signal to Butcher that you're staying here. He nods and reloads his Tommy gun before heading outside to help Caison.
"Enough excitement for you, darlin'?" Blue asks as you rush to fill the last remaining bags.
[["With you around? Always."|always]]
[["Just focus on the money."|focus]]
The cops are going to come through the doors any second. Johnny has a few people rounded up out on the floor and yells out a warning.
"*$playername!*"
Blue looks at the three empty bags with her brow furrowed. This job has to be split with eight other people if you count the other car. Leaving that much money behind will cut your share considerably.
[[Fill the rest of the bags.|keepgoing]]
[[Get out of there while you still can|getout]].
"Do it quick," you tell Blue.
Her hands go lightning fast around stacks of money. You join her. Behind you, more people start screaming. The *ratta tat tat* of Butcher's gun gets louder.
Far off, someone shouts, "Give it up! You're surrounded!"
You get the last bag filled. You sling the rest on your back and then draw your other [[Colt|othercolt]].
[[It's time to go|leaverobbing]].
"Leave it, it ain't worth dyin' over," you tell Blue.
She nods. You both grab whatever you have and turn out of the vault.
"$playername!" Johnny yells from your left.
A pretty bank teller is shoved in your direction. You grab her by the shoulder and position her in front of your body. She bursts into tears.
You guide her forward and follow after the dark shape of Johnny's hat out in front of you. Blue gets her own hostage and aims her pistol over his shoulder.
[[You walk through the crowd of terror stricken customers and out into the sun.|escapethebank]]
It feels cold and stiff in your hand. You work your fingers around the grip until it molds to your palm.
You turn out of the vault and raise both guns.
The cops have made it inside. One is crouched by the doorway, another is coming straight towards you. He fires a round at you. The bullet misses but hits the wall behind you.
*crunch*
[[Shoot him in the leg|shoot]]
[[Make a run for it.|run]]
You aim with your right hand and the Colt discharges.
The bullet hits the man in the thigh and he goes down yowling.
"$playername!" Blue yells.
A pretty bank teller is shoved in your direction. You grab her by the shoulder and position her in front of your body. She bursts into tears.
You guide her forward and follow after the dark shape of Johnny's hat out in front of you.
Blue gets her own hostage and aims her pistol over his shoulder.
[[You have to step through the officer's blood to get to the door.|escapethebank]]
Blue takes aim and fires. The bullet catches the officer in the chest. He falls and sputters red before his body goes still.
His eyes stare empty and unseeing up at the ceiling.
"$playername!" Blue yells.
A pretty bank teller is shoved in your direction. You grab her by the shoulder and position her in front of your body. She bursts into tears.
You guide her forward and follow after the dark shape of Johnny's hat out in front of you.
Blue gets her own hostage and aims her pistol over his shoulder.
[[You have to step through the officer's blood to get to the door.|escapethebank]]
The air outside is thick with gunfire.
The second car is parked on the curb. There is a body lying in front of it. It looks like [[Smiley Caison.|body]]
You keep one gun pressed to the teller's neck and the other aimed out ahead of you. You take the steps down one at a time.
"We gotta go, now!" Butcher bellows from where he's crouched by the coupe's wheel. He fires his gun without looking over the hood.
"Get the doors open!" says Johnny.
[[Buy the others time by laying down cover fire.|coverfire]]
[[Focus on your hostage.|hostage]]
The pretty bank teller wrenches her elbow back and catches you in the cheek.
Pain detonates behind your eyelids. She twists away from you and darts left down the sidewalk.
A bullet rips through your shoulder.
Blood sprays your neck. You drop one of your guns. Wetness seeps down your sleep and beads along your fingertips.
"$playername!" Butcher grabs your shirt and throws you into the car.
[[You gasp for breath and crumple into the seat|seat]].
Johnny comes around the other side and gets the president to stand up on the running board. He hops into the driver's seat and the engine roars to life.
Blue makes her hostage stand up on the running board too and then slips in beside you. She ducks her head.
Butcher jumps up on the running board on the other side and pounds his fist on the roof.
[[Johnny hits the gas|gas]].
"You watch my back, [[Wolf|dollface]], I'll watch yours," Butcher says.
Johnny pulls the car up to the curb and parks. The bank looms pale-faced and quiet in the afternoon sun. He waits until the other coupe pulls to a stop a hundred feet behind them and then fixes his hat.
"Let's go make some money," he says.
The four of you file out of the car and gather your jackets and your clothes around your weapons. You're too neatly dressed for this side of town, but no one pays you any mind.
Caison waits near the door and scans the road. The other coupe will circle the block once before coming back around to block off the alley. You hear the engine purr behind you as you jog up the stone steps.
[[Head into the bank|bank1]]
You watch Butcher's coat flap in the wind outside as the coupe takes off.
Blood wets the seat under you. It soaks into the burlap bags, staining the money inside. You tilt your head back and squeeze your eyes shut.
"Wolf is hit," Blue calls up to the front. She presses her hand against your wound. Blood worms between her fingers.
"Yeah? Well, Caison's dead. Consider yourself lucky."
Butcher's gun sprays bullets out behind the car to cover your escape. The other coupe zig-zags out onto the road and follows a few paces behind.
The police don't follow.
Duke Ellington plays softly on the radio while the streets turn into dirt and [[you leave the city behind|end]].
She's a pretty thing. Big green eyes and small red lips. She has her hair all done up and there's a gold ring on her finger.
She looks absolutely terrified to see you.
The teller opens her register and starts shoving bills into the bag with trembling hands. You slide another bag to the window on your right and nod your gun up and down to instruct the other teller to do the same.
"Why are you doing this?" the girl in front of you whispers.
[["Nothing personal, doll."|nothingpersonal]]
[["Just get the money in the damn bag."|damnbag]]
She eyes you and you give her a wink.
Her cheeks go red as her lips and she hurries to keep filling the bag.
Behind you, Butcher is still running his mouth.
"I said put your hands in the air! Get them up!"
You glance over your shoulder to see him shoving one of the [[customers|oldman]] onto the ground. The customer is old and his glasses tumble off his face. Butcher continues to scream, veins pulsing in his read throat.
"Get 'em up, I said! What are ya? Deaf?"
[[Tell him to stop.|stop]]
[[Just let him go.|go]]
Tears spring to her eyes and her face drains of color.
She drops a few coins in her haste and her hands shake.
Behind you, Butcher is still running his mouth.
"I said put your hands in the air! Get them up!"
You glance over your shoulder to see him shoving one of the [[customers|oldman]] onto the ground. Butcher continues to scream, veins pulsing in his read throat.
"Get 'em up, I said! What are ya? Deaf?"
[[Tell him to stop.|stop]]
[[Just let him go.|go]]
"Butcher! Leave him!" you snap, "Get what we came here for!"
He looks up, eyes blazing, but after a moment reconsiders.
"You ain't gonna get nowhere bein' soft, Wolf," he grumbles.
He leaves the man on the ground and marches up to one of the other tellers instead. He throws his bag across the counter and aims his gun inside the window.
"All of it, now!" he grunts.
Across the way, Johnny and Blue have the vault open and have disappeared inside. You collect your first two bags from the tellers and sling them over your shoulder.
[[You and Butcher continue down the line.|continue]]
Butcher whacks the barrel of his Tommy gun into the man's face. With a groan, the man crumples to the floor and doesn't move. Blood runs from his temple across the bridge of his nose.
Satisfied, Butcher finally moves on to one of the tellers. He throws his bag across the counter and aims his gun inside the window.
"All of it, now!" he grunts.
Across the way, Johnny and Blue have the vault open and have disappeared inside. You collect your first two bags from the tellers and sling them over your shoulder.
[[You and Butcher continue down the line.|continue]]
You're on your fourth bag when you hear Caison's signal.
The butt of his gun strikes softly against the glass window.
*Tap. Taptap. Tap*
Butcher swears. "Already?"
You cup a hand around your mouth and yell back to warn Johnny and Blue.
[["Coppers!"|yellwaring]]
A startled looking Johnny exits the vault with the president still held at gunpoint.
Caison's signal comes again. *Tap. Taptap. Tap.*
Then, a gunshot echoes from outside.
"I'll round up [[protection|protection]]," Johnny calls over, seemingly unperturbed, "You two, split up!"
Butcher slings one of the bags over his shoulder and nods to you over the low hum of gunfire starting outside.
[[Go outside and help Caison with the cops.|coppers2]]
[[Go help Blue with the vault money|gorobbing]].
You never really noticed how small he was before.
His body is all crumpled up, his freckled arms spread and his legs twisted. A dark red hole weeps from the middle of his forehead.
How old was he? Twenty? Twenty-two?
Too damn young to die, at any rate.
You signal to Butcher that you're headed for the vault. He nods and reloads his Tommy gun before heading outside to help Caison.
You jog over to the vault and find Blue bent over, stuffing thick stacks of bills into burlap bags.
"Enough excitement for you, darlin'?" she hums a laugh when you enter.
[["With you around? Always."|always1]]
[["Just focus on the money."|focus1]]
Butcher passes you on your way out of the vault. He grins, like he's enjoying the chaos. You toss him your bags before jogging out into the main floor and drawing your other Colt.
You burst into the mid-afternoon sun to a symphony of gunfire. Caison is pressed up against the back of the coupe reloading his gun.
The other car is parked a few spaces back. The others seem to have scattered for cover and [[Sullivan|sullivan]] is the only one left that you can see. He's crouching behind the heavy trunk of the closest streetlamp.
There are four police cars surrounding the bank entrance. The actual police are spread out on the other side of the street, firing back and screaming orders.
You ready your guns and look for cover.
[[Move behind the coupe with Caison.|behindcar]]
[[Duck behind the other car|othercar]].
You toss Butcher your filled bags while he heads for the vault. He salutes you as you draw your other Colt and head out the main doors.
You burst into the mid-afternoon sun to a symphony of gunfire. Caison is pressed up against the back of the coupe reloading his gun.
The other car is parked a few spaces back. The others seem to have scattered for cover and [[Sullivan|sullivan]] is the only one left that you can see. He's crouching behind the heavy trunk of the closest streetlamp.
There are four police cars surrounding the bank entrance. The actual police are spread out on the other side of the street, firing back and screaming orders.
You ready your guns and look for cover.
[[Move behind the coupe with Caison.|behindcar]]
[[Duck behind the other car|othercar]].
He's a big man with small eyes and a thick beard. Johnny doesn't trust him so much, so he holds him at arms length. Which is why his job was to drive the other coupe around and give them another exit.
The cops got here too quick for that plan.
"$playerame!" Caison says breathlessly as you crouch beside him.
He wipes his brow and swears.
"How'd they get here so fast?" you ask.
A bullet shatters the window over your head. Glass rains over you.
"Dunno," he says, "We ain't gonna hold out much longer, though, 'specially if they call for backup."
Another bullet clips the window.
[[Reach up and shoot in that direction|shootdirection]].
[[Yell for Sullivan to take out whoever is shooting at you.|yellsullivan]]
You duck behind Sullivan's car and fire a few rounds over your head.
"Who tipped these guys off?" Sullivan calls from his spot behind the lamppost.
"Nobody'd be dumb enough to do that," Caison yells, wide-eyed and pale, "Right?"
A bullet shatters the window over your head.
"No way they got here this quick if -"
Another bullet clips the window and cuts you off.
[[Reach up and shoot in that direction|shootdirectioncaison]].
[[Yell for Caison to take out whoever is shooting at you.|yellcaison]]
You pull yourself up along the side of rumble seat and aim your Colts over the edge.
The officer shooting at you is exposed next to his car. You squint one eye and pull the trigger.
The bullet slices through the meat of his thigh. He buckles and hits the ground.
Beside you, Caison stumbles to his feet and takes aim over the roof of the coupe.
His gun clicks. He looks at it in [[disbelief.|disbelief]]
You roll your eyes shove him to the ground by the shoulder.
[["Get down, kid."|getdown]].
[["You tryin' to get yourself killed?"|getkilled]]
You put your fingers in your mouth and whistle to get his attention.
"Take him out!" you yell over the noise when he finally looks over.
Sullivan nods and leans around the street lamp with his Tommy gun to shoot.
When he stops, you peek up over the ledge of the window to find the officer lying on his back.
His chest is full of red, blooming holes.
Caison peers over the edge with you too and his jaw falls open. A bullet strikes the roof of the car. You shove Caison back down to the pavement with the palm of your hand while hissing at him.
[["Get down."|getdown]]
[["You tryin' to get yourself killed?"|getkilled]]
He looks at it like he *hasn't* been firing bullets for the last ten minutes and can't possibly imagine why it's not shooting anything.
Caison bobs his head in a nod and sits back down. He fusses with his gun, breathing hard.
He jerks his head up all of a sudden.
"$playername! Caison! Get the damn doors open!" Johnny yells from the top of the steps.
Johnny shoves the bank president ahead of him like a shield. Behind him, Blue has a man in a green suit and Butcher has one of the bank tellers.
[[Open the car doors|opendoors]].
Caison shudders and frowns. There is a brief flicker of hurt in his eyes before he starts to fuss with his gun. More gunfire pops over your heads.
A voice cuts through the discord.
"$playername! Caison! Get the damn doors open!" Johnny yells from the top of the steps.
Johnny shoves the bank president ahead of him like a shield. Behind him, Blue has a man in a green suit and Butcher has one of the bank tellers.
[[Open the car doors|opendoors]].
You make a run for the lamppost. When you get to it, you press your back against the cool iron. A bullet clips the edge near your head with a loud *twang*.
He stares at you, spittle forming at the edges of his mouth. His hands are cupped over the hole in his belly, like he's trying to keep himself together.
Red film flickers on his teeth as he tries to say something. Another bullet ricochets off the iron post and drowns him out.
Then, he goes completely still.
"Wolf!" Butcher screams.
[[Get back to the getaway car.|gettocar]]
Sullivan screams and screams and screams. Blood pools under him like some big, dark flower.
Then, he goes completely still.
"Oh god," Caison chokes out.
You grab him by the collar and shove him into the backseat of the car.
Then you stand with the coupe's body between you and the police and empty both of your Colts into the street.
[[Wait for the others to get in the car.|intocar]]
Johnny, Butcher and Blue use their hostages in a half-moon shield around them. They round the edge of the car like some strange bug with too many limbs and white sacks of money for heads.
Johnny climbs in the driver seat and grabs the president through the window, positioning him up on the running board.
Blue hops on too. She gets up and rests her hostage's shoulder and shoots.
Butcher does the same on the other side.
"Go on!" he yells to you and fires a few rounds over your head. Someone screams. Another car pulls up on the scene.
You grab Caison and throw him into the backseat.
[[Get in and close the door.|backseat]]
Johnny, Butcher and Blue use their hostages in a half-moon shield around them. They round the edge of the car like some strange bug with too many limbs and white sacks of money for heads.
Johnny climbs in the driver seat and grabs the president through the window, positioning him up on the running board.
Blue hops on too, throwing her bags in and then positioning herself between the two bodies.
She rests her gun on her hostage's shoulder and shoots.
Butcher does the same with his.
"Go on!" he yells to you and fires a few rounds over your head.
[[Dive in the back seat.|backseat]]
You watch Butcher's coat flap in the wind outside as the coupe takes off.
Butcher's gun sprays bullets out behind the car to cover your escape. The other car sits by the curb with its driver in a puddle of blood on the ground.
"We weren't supposed to lose anybody," you call over the sound of the wind and bullets.
"Yeah," Johnny says and flexes his hands on the wheel, "I know."
He presses harder on the gas. Blue and Butcher keep shooting.
The police don't follow.
Duke Ellington plays softly on the radio while the streets turn into dirt and [[you leave the city behind|end]].
Caison stumbles to his feet and takes aim over the roof of the other coupe.
Instead of firing, his gun clicks. He looks at it in [[disbelief |disbelief]].
Then, a bullet catches him between the eyes.
When his body lands on the sidewalk, his head twists in your direction. The hole in his forehead weeps a single, red tear down his eyebrow. He stares at you, unseeing.
[[Go to him|gotohimcaison]].
You pull yourself up along the side of rumble seat and aim your Colts over the edge.
The officer shooting at you is exposed next to his car. You squint one eye and aim for his leg.
You pull the trigger.
The bullet slices through the meat of his thigh. The man buckles and hits the ground. A few feet away, Caison stumbles to his feet and takes aim over the roof of the other coupe.
His gun clicks. He looks at it in [[disbelief.|disbelief]]
You roll your eyes and scream at him.
[["Get down, kid!"|getdown1]].
[["You tryin' to get yourself killed?!"|getkilled2]]
You scramble across the open space to his body. The drop of blood on his pale brow gleams like a ruby in the sun.
A voice cuts through the discord.
"$playername! Get the damn doors open!" Johnny yells from the top of the steps.
He shoves the bank president ahead of him like a shield. Behind him, Blue has a man in a green suit and Butcher has one of the bank tellers.
[[Get to the car and open the doors|opendoors1]].
Caison bobs his head in a nod and sits back down. He fusses with his gun, breathing hard.
He jerks his head up all of a sudden.
"$playername! Caison! Get the damn doors open!" Johnny yells from the top of the steps.
Johnny shoves the bank president ahead of him like a shield. Behind him, Blue has a man in a green suit and Butcher has one of the bank tellers.
[[Get the car doors open|doorsopen1]].
Caison shudders and frowns.He lowers himself back to the pavement. There is a brief flicker of hurt in his eyes before he starts to fuss with his gun.
A voice cuts through the discord.
"$playername! Caison! Get the damn doors open!" Johnny yells from the top of the steps.
Johnny shoves the bank president ahead of him like a shield. Behind him, Blue has a man in a green suit and Butcher has one of the bank tellers.
[[Run to the coupe and get the doors open|doorsopen2]].
Johnny, Butcher and Blue use their hostages in a half-moon shield around them. They round the edge of the car like some strange bug with too many limbs and white sacks of money for heads.
Johnny climbs in the driver seat and grabs the president through the window, positioning him up on the running board.
Blue hops on too, throwing her bags in and shielding herself with the hostage's bodies.
Butcher does the same on the other side.
You take one last look at Caison's body in front of the door.
[[Get in the car.|backseat2]]
You watch Butcher's coat flap in the wind outside as the coupe takes off.
Blood wets your knees. It soaks into the burlap bags on the floor, staining the money inside.
"We lost Caison," you say.
Johnny flexes his gloved hands on the wheel. He says nothing.
Butcher's gun sprays bullets out behind the car to cover your escape.
The police don't follow.
Duke Ellington plays softly on the radio while the streets turn into dirt and you leave the city behind.
[[you leave the city behind|end]].
*"I’m traveling a one-way road, and I’m not fooling myself as to what the end will be. If I surrender, I know it means the electric chair. If I go on, it’s just a question of how much time I have left."*
John Dillinger, 1934
[[Play again?|name]]
(live: 1s)[(t8n:"dissolve")[Taylor Cyr
[email protected]
(571)-239-1044](stop:)]
The man has to be at least seventy years old. His glasses tumble off his face while Butcher berates him. He plants spotted, gnarled hands onto the floor to brace himself.
Every time you do a job, you think about using all your money to buy her nice furs and pretty shoes and nice perfume.
She gives you one look with those big blue eyes and your insides go to water.
Muffled gunfire pops outside the building. Tires squeal.
You look over your shoulder just in time to see the front window if the building buckle as bullet punches through.
A second shot shatters the entire pane.
It explodes in a shower of brightly [[colored shards.|stayorgo]]
She gives you a red-lipped grin and you think about [[kissing her|kissher]].
You forgo using your hands and start collecting armfuls of cash stacks to dump into your bag.[[closest empty bag.|emptybags]]
Blue frowns and slings a full bag over her shoulder.
"You're no fun, Wolf," she says.
You ignore her and start grabbing big, fat stacks of money and throw them into the [[closest empty bag.|emptybags]]
She gives you a red-lipped grin and you think about [[kissing her|kissher]].
You start grabbing big, fat stacks of money and throw them into the [[closest empty bag.|closestbag]]
Blue frowns and slings a full bag over her shoulder.
"You're no fun, Wolf," she says.
You ignore her and start grabbing big, fat stacks of money and throw them into the [[closest empty bag.|closestbag]]
Muffled gunfire pops outside the building. Tires squeal.
You look over your shoulder just in time to see the front window if the building buckle as bullet punches through.
A second shot shatters the entire pane.
It explodes in a shower of brightly [[colored shards.|stayorgo]]
You jump up and wrench the door to the backseat open. You stand beside it and fire your twin guns in the direction of the other gunshots while the others make it down the steps.
Out of the corner of your eye, Sullivan spins out of cover to help. He gets off a few rounds before a bullet punches right through his gut.
He falls back with a scream, his gun still spraying up into the clouds.
[[Go to him|gotohim]].
[[Leave him.|leavehim]]
You leave Caison and turn to wrench the door to the backseat open while the others make it down the steps.
Out of the corner of your eye, Sullivan spins out of cover to help. He gets off a few rounds before a bullet punches right through his gut.
He falls back with a scream, his gun still spraying up into the clouds.
[[Look away|lookaway]].
Out of the corner of your eye, Sullivan spins out of cover to help. He gets off a few rounds before a bullet punches right through his gut.
He falls back with a scream, his gun still spraying up into the clouds.
[[Go to him|gotohim]].
[[Leave him.|leavehim]]
Out of the corner of your eye, Sullivan spins out of cover to help. He gets off a few rounds before a bullet punches right through his gut.
He falls back with a scream, his gun still spraying up into the clouds.
[[Go to him|gotohim]].
[[Leave him.|leavehim]]
You keep your gun pressed into her neck. Butcher gets up to open the back door of the coupe.
Across the way, a young officer steps from around a lamppost and raises his gun.
A bullet cracks through the air. Butcher's shoulder wrenches back. He drops his gun, stumbles and clutches his chest.
[[Shove him into the car before he can fall|shove]].
Butcher slumps into the seat and you slam the door behind him.
You follow Johnny around the other side. With the bank teller and the president shielding your bodies, you both get inside the car.
You tell them, "Get up on the running boards."
They stand, blocking the windows. Johnny starts up the car.
Blue gets up on the board outside the passenger seat with her hostage.
She pounds her fist three times against the roof.
[[Johnny hits the gas|gas1]].
You watch Blue's coat flap in the wind outside as the coupe takes off.
Blood wets the seat under you. It soaks into the burlap bags. You shove your hand against Butcher's chest.
"Butcher's hit," you say.
Johnny scowls, "Yeah? Well, Caison's dead. Consider yourself lucky."
Blue's gun sprays bullets out behind the car to cover your escape.
The police don't follow.
Duke Ellington plays softly on the radio while the streets turn into dirt and [[you leave the city behind|end]].