Ralph set the timer on the bomb and fled. Blowing up the post office would delay the eviction notice from the bank for a while.
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The police drone hovered over the nude sunbather too long, and the bank robber made his escape. The sunbather got her share later.
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The bank robber left behind a fortune cookie. The fortune said: “Having money like eating Chinese food: always hungry for more.”
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Ed knew he should wait in front of the bank with the getaway car. But that nearby DQ wasn’t too busy, and it had a drive-through.
Fiction: Stuck Lift
Edward Vicquers was the youngest number three man in the bank’s history. That said, he was in his early fifties and his formerly raven-black hair now held a distinguished streak of gray. He was tall and lean and kept himself physically fit as well as impeccably dressed. Indeed, the suit of clothing he wore he had picked up from his Savile Row tailors only the day before. It was dark and as handsome as the gentleman who wore it.
Mr. Vicquers stepped into the lift to ride up to his office and pushed the button for the twenty-fifth floor.
Just before the doors closed, Emily Chardenne slipped between them.