It was 2pm sharp, you were waiting at the exact spot you were told in the exact parking lot you were told. Kenny and his friends were inside the bank, and you could hear the sirens coming from inside. The heist was going well, it looked like.

For two years now, you’ve been in this position; a getaway driver, for Kenny and his friends. It wasn’t hard, you were a highly skilled driver, after all. The only part you hated was seeing your friends in danger, nonetheless the innocent lives taken.