Author's Note

Imported from the original story. Gave me an excuse to look over and rewrite some stuff here. Seriously one paragraph was cringe and over expository. For the inevitable question, the characters here will appear two or three chapters down the road.

The Bank Job

One Week Later
9:15 a.m.
Chicacolt

The streets were still coming to life as Friday began, the sun had long since raised. On this particular morning a small, armored car was making its rounds. It was a large box like truck with steel plating painted in red and black with the company name painted towards the back. Inside the three guards were looking over the route and keeping tabs on how much money was in the bags in the storage boxes. Unbeknownst to them, trailing a few yards behind them was a small white cargo van with crème white pegasus stallion with a blonde mane and brown eyes behind the wheel. He, along with his passengers wore black suits, each with a white undershirt and a red tie. The four passengers all had black ski masks on, each one holding weapons. Two were holding shotguns while the other two were holding rifles, and the driver had a pistol. As the armored car approached its destination the van turned right down a side street. The leader of the group, a male earth pony, who also had a crème coat but had a red mane and green eyes, spoke up.

"Alright does everypony remember the plan?" The leader said.
"Got it."
"Ready."
"Good to go."
"All set."
"Alright so we're ready, now remember we're on a clock. We go in hit the target, grab the box, and we're out the door in 90 seconds." He spoke.

"Don't worry Blitzkrieg, we got everything down." The Unicorn mare across said. She had a dark blue mane and eyes to match as well as a chocolate brown coat and a cutie mark with a sniper's crosshairs on it. Her name was Graceful Aim, one of the best hired guns in Equestria, as well as Blitzkrieg's wife. The two met each other in a blind job 5 years before and were inseparable ever since. The van had just stopped in the parking lot of the bank as the armored car pulled up. One of the guards of the truck was just getting out will a dolly in his hooves, a large bag of money sat on it with several boxes on top of it. The guard was a middle aged dark blue stallion with a blonde mane, wearing a black jacket, pants, and hat. Both the jacket and hat had the company name, Secure Gallop Services, in red.

"Ok. Then, we're ready to go. Just one more thing." He said as he pulled out his phone, quickly sorting through the apps till he got to where he wanted. The app with the symbol AP on it. He scrolled through the app until he reached a green button that said OPEN on it colored in red. He looked up to his crew with a smile on his face.

"I dedicate this job to my dearly departed little brother Music Master. My you rest in peace." He said as he tapped the button. "Alright team, let's move."
Quickly the 4 occupants got out of the van leaving the driver inside as he put his mask on. As the guard made his way through the door he was suddenly blindsided by the robbers as they pushed him inside. Customers and employees were in shock at the sight of 4 masked ponies all with guns in their hands. Two of the robbers stood by the door and pointed their weapons at everyone in the bank, while the other two rushed around gathering everyone up.
"Everypony pay attention and nopony gets hurt!" Blitzkrieg barked.
"You! OFF THE COMPUTER!!!" One of the robbers shouted.
"Hand over all your electronics!!" Graceful said. Suddenly a noise from the back behind the now empty teller stations made the crew turn their guns.

"What the fuck is going on out there?!" It was the manager, in the vault area wondering why the door was now open. The manager was a dark blue earth pony stallion with a light blue mane, light red eyes, and a gold key for a cutie mark. He wore a grey suit with a white undershirt, and a red tie. As the remainder of the hostages were being rounded up Blitzkrieg and another robber, a Pegasus stallion named Drill Bit, rushed into the vault where the manager was. Drill Bit had a green coat, dark blue mane, and magenta eyes and unseen because of the pants a cutie mark that was a drill. The sight of the two assailants with guns gave pony a shock as he suddenly dropped to the floor.

"Oh shit. Don't shoot me please." He said, worried. The robbers didn't pay attention to the manager as they got to work. Blitzkrieg began loading up the bags of money on the table in the center of the room into a large black duffel bag. As he was loading up Drill Bit grabbed a large drill from his bag and walked around the vault, looking at the safety deposit boxes. Finally, he stopped at the one they wanted #167. Meanwhile outside another robber got to work on the cash drawers while Graceful kept an aim on the hostages from a corner, not one being let out of her sight. Back in the vault Drill Bit was already drilling through the lock of the deposit box, beads of sweat rolled down his face as he continued to edge the drill forward ever so slowly. Blitzkrieg finally just got the last of the bags into his bag as he heard the sound of the lock giving away. Looking over he saw his friend place the drill back into his bag, followed by opening the door and taking out the deposit box and placing it into his bag.

"That's it #3 let's get going!" He shouted. The manager watched as the two left him alone in the vault, too scared to move. He could hear the voice of the lead robber as he ordered his crew out. Back out in the lobby the crew assembled aiming their guns at the crowd still on the ground. Then without a word they turned and fled through the door they came through, taking the money, the deposit box, and even the armored car guards' bag, which contained the money for the ATM's, with them. The last thing they all heard was the sound of a van driving away from the bank, then it was silent. The whole ordeal lasted 80 seconds.

Just a couple of blocks away the crew parked the van. Inside they all ditched their clothes and transferred the money from the bags into luggage bags. Meanwhile the driver, Quick Pace, was keeping tabs on his radio that sat next to him, making sure the cops didn't know where they were. As soon as all the money in the bags were cleared out, they were stuffed with the clothes and masks from the job. Blitzkrieg had just finished stuffing his suitcase as he assessed the situation, he watched as #3, a grey unicorn stallion with brown eyes and mane named Hot Shot, emptied his part of the score.

"You sure you didn't pick up a dye pack Shot?" He asked. "You know what nearly happened the last time."
"Oh, fuck off Blitz." Hot Shot replied, annoyed. "At least I tossed it before it went off, unlike when Drill Bit had one go off in--"
"Oh yeah, let that one live forever!" Drill shouted, angrily.
"Not so loud." Pace shushed the two, "You two dunderheads wanna go back to the joint?"

Blitz got out, not paying attention to the three crewmembers bickering, as he grabbed a rose from his bag and walked into the nearby alleyway. Coming to a spot further down, he noticed bits and pieces of burnt metal and plastic, along with a spot of dried blood still on the asphalt, the sight of which made him cringe and nearly tear up. He placed the rose on the spot and took a deep breath as he remembered his brother. It had been over a week, but it had been the longest week in his life. At least to him. Letting a sigh escape his lips he turned around and walked back to the van.

As the crew jumped out of the van Hot Shot and Quick Pace dumped several bottles of bleach into the bags and all over the van. Then Hot Shot pulled off the tarp next to him to reveal a five-gallon water jug with several wires coming out of a box on top. He pressed several buttons on the box until the timer came up with the time left till the bomb exploded. Satisfied he jumped out of the van with the others.

"Alright the timer is set. He said we got half an hour." He said, noticing Blitz coming out of the nearby alley.
"Alright then. Let's all split up and we'll meet at the train station." Blitz said.
Everyone then proceeded to walk away from the van, all except Blitz and Grace went in different directions. As they walked away, he looked back towards the alley as a feeling of sorrow went through his heart. Grace gave him a nudge and a smile as a reassurance. He smiled back at his wife as he said: "What would I do without you?"

A few minutes later they were at Breighmont Station waiting on the platform for the train to arrive. Down the street they could see about a dozen cop cars around the area where the bank was. On their faces their expressions were neutral but inside they were cheering, relishing their success. They were lost in thought on everything, so much so that they didn't hear the PA announce the train arriving. The sudden sight of the Red Line passing by gave them quite the jump. As soon as the train stopped and the doors opened, they all boarded with Grace and Blitz taking the one car and the other three in the car behind. The crew continued to look at the action unfolding as the train pulled out of the station.

15 Minutes Later
As the gang made their getaway the cops surrounded the bank. Reporters and rubberneckers were being held back by barriers and police. Detectives interviewed everyone who witnessed the crime. No one got a good description of the robbers other than their genders. Even the bank manager who was scarred out of his wits couldn't give a good description despite being stuck in a room with two of them. The armored truck driver was the only one who was able to give them any leads in the case. The only thing he told them is that he saw a white cargo van pulling out of the parking lot and taking off down the street. Immediately the detectives went looking for any van matching the description.

Down the street a patrol car was surveying the area. As procedure he was to look around for anyone or anything suspicious. Pulling down a side street near the tracks he noticed a white van matching the description. Not taking any chances he got on his radio and called for backup. Within 5 minutes several patrol cars had surrounded the parking lot, officers got out with their guns drawn. A few of the officers as well as one of the detectives crept towards the van, it's blacked out windows making it hard to know if anypony was in there. Approaching the back doors, the officers held their breaths as the opened the doors with quick succession. The sigh of relief quickly turned to a sigh of disappointment as they realized no one was in there, some of them were taken back by the smell of bleach coming from inside. Suddenly the lead detective noticed something near the front on the passenger's side. A five-gallon water jug with a box on top, the timer counting down from 20. In a sheer state of panic, he and the officers ran back to the patrol cars.

"RUN!!" He shouted. "BOMB!!!"

Everypony ducked behind the patrol cars as the others ran back. After what felt like an eternity the timer reached zero, setting off the trigger. An electric charge ran down the wires to the small detonation charge in the gasoline. A ball of orange and yellow flames jetted from the van as parts of it were ripped off. Bits of metal flew in all directions, landing on cars, ponies, and the general area, several of them even flew as far as the nearby alley way. The police checked on their wounded, thought nopony was really hurt. Within minutes the reporters were all over the place covering the story. Unbeknownst to them they informed the culprits of their success as they boarded their train, the final stop of which was Manehattan.