It was supposed to be a simple job. Get in— grab the money— get out. Simple. Something Brendan and his crew had done thousands of times before during heists. If they got this right they would be millionaires in a matter of hours— a great business model in his opinion.

Though when one of the newbies had shot at a civilian all hell broke loose. They didn’t get out in time and now the whole building was surrounded by cops. The only reason they aren’t storming in is because of the hostages— though Brendan’s mind was less about that and more about getting out.

They were animals locked in a cage and now one of his most capable men— hell— maybe even a friend was bleeding out. A part of Brendan was sure that was the end for his friend but when one of the hostages sprung up scurrying forward towards them, hes taken aback.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

He yells out