No threat to customers

They had a plan: stagger their arrival so it wouldn’t look suspicious. Trev would go in first – pretend to open a new account while Sam queued up with a bag of change so it looked as if he was paying money in. Barry to burst in like a lone gunman who could be overpowered by the customers, given the chance.

They’d all be wearing black – nothing strange about that – baggy tops with pockets to conceal their guns.

Trev would already be seated, ready to tell the employee that he had a gun under the table, nudge him or her with it to drive home the point.

Sam would grab the nearest customer and, arm round neck as swimmers do when pretending to save a life, growl in her ear… a woman, easier target.

Trev was the quiet one, the negotiator who had got them out or more than one sticky situation.

Barry was the newest but liked the drama. He’d sit in the van with Robbie, who kept the engine running just in case, then wait ’til half past and pretend to be a character from The Sweeney that he’d watched his dad all those years before.


Norman Talbot, Greenslade Bank’s Manager for over thirty years, didn’t like change but when Greenslade Bank’s head office appointed a new Chairman, Nick Daniels, he nodded at the letter and filed it away.

When the letter came through talking about new uniforms, he nodded at that too, and put it with its predecessor. He mentioned both at the weekly staff meeting and nodded at the rumbles amongst his colleagues.

Informed of the fire drill, he and his deputy led out everyone out of the building when the alarm went off.

The latest letter told of a simulated bank robbery, the nod was accompanied with a tut but again Norman passed on the information to his colleagues. ‘No threat to customers’ the letter had read and it was again filed away.


Even that it was raining when they got there didn’t matter, they’d coped with rain and everything was going to plan until the woman Sam grabbed decided to put up a fight. Sam flung her to the ground in an instant but not before Barry had fired a shot into the bank’s ceiling.

“Hey!” Norman shouted, “Mr Daniels didn’t say anything about this.”

“Who?” Barry said, before lowering his shotgun.


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