Less than an hour ago, he'd been in the midst of a bank robbery, one that had gone horribly wrong. Now admittedly, he'd always been more of a sneak into the place after hours and break into the safe kind of person, and not the charge in with guns blazing during the day kind of a guy, but one of his buddies had talked him into coming in on this daytime job with him because he needed one more guy. He'd been pretty reluctant (since this wasn't his usual sort of job), but he'd owed the guy a favor, and he'd needed the money, so he'd said okay, an error in judgment he now seriously regretted. As he continued to flee from the crime scene, he promised himself that in future the only jobs he'd do were the ones he'd planned himself.

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He and his buddy and his buddy's little brother had entered the bank with their guns drawn and ski masks on while another guy his buddy knew waited outside in their getaway car. The bank had minimal security, so it was going to be a quick in and out his buddy had assured him - easy money. But they hadn't counted on there being an off-duty cop in the bank when they tried to rob it, or on their piece of shit driver bailing on the rest of them the minute there looked like trouble. The cop had tried to play hero, and had ended up putting a bullet in his buddy's brother's neck, only to get a bullet in the chest from his buddy for his trouble. Their driver had hit the gas and lit out as soon as he heard gunfire, and moments later a cop car had pulled up out front, lights flashing and siren blaring (telling the man someone had probably hit the silent alarm as soon as they'd entered the bank, and that the cop car must have been pretty close by when the call came out). His buddy, still furious about his brother (who'd quickly bled to death on the floor of the bank lobby), had immediately started shooting through the glass front of the bank at the cop car, while telling him to get all the hostages together. Well he'd very much thought, 'Fuck that, I'm not getting killed or going to jail for this guy or anybody else,' and so he'd told his buddy he'd check to make sure there wasn't anyone hiding in a back office. He'd then found a fire exit and made a hasty escape from the building, planning to get as far away from the bank as possible before more cops showed up and cordoned off the entire area.

He'd felt a tiny amount of guilt about leaving his buddy there in the bank, but he knew from past experience that the guy was stubborn and pig-headed and had a serious rage control issue even under the best of circumstances (and the present situation was about as far from the "best of circumstances" as you were likely to get), which meant that if he'd stayed around and tried to convince him to sneak out the back, he'd have ended up wasting precious minutes of escape time arguing with the guy, and probably would have lost the argument anyways since the guy was so out of his head about his brother getting killed. And so he'd left him to his fate. Hell, after all this stupid robbery had been his buddy's idea (and while friends they were hardly close friends, and at the end of the day he looked for number one first and foremost). He'd figured that with any luck the guy would keep the cops occupied long enough for him to make his getaway.

As he'd walked to the alley behind the bank, he'd wiped down his gun and tossed it into a dumpster (it wasn't registered to him, so he didn't give a damn if the cops found it, as long as his prints weren't on it and they didn't find it on him), and stuffed his ski mask into his pocket out of sight. Upon leaving the alley he'd turned away from the bank and walked down the street as quickly as possible without looking too conspicuous, wanting to put as much distance between himself and the bank before the cops started looking for him. Once he'd gotten a few blocks away from the bank, he'd tossed his ski mask into someone's garbage can, figuring there was little chance the cops would find it before it went off to the dump with the rest of the garbage. ......(cont)