It was going to work. He had already thought it through a hundred times. All he had to do was hand the cheque over to the bank clerk and demand the money. Easy, right? Hell, yeah, he thought. He took a quick glance at the cheque again to make sure his mother’s name was scratched out good and proper. “You know what to do,” he told the bank clerk, “or we all die. I’ll start shooting you first.” Yeah, that should just about do it, he figured. Maybe now he can get some sleep and stop thinking about it all.
By Vincent Holland
Inspired by the case of the out of body robbery – http://koco.com