He kissed her softly on her cold lips. They didn't give into him as he pressed his tongue against them. His hand ran up her skin, pressing firmly against her breast, his tongue running down her jaw as though he were softly encouraging her.

The door slammed open.

"Angus!"

He jumped.

"Don't fucking walk in on me like that!" Pete looked disdainfully at the dead woman's body and Angus crouched on top of her.

"Don't fuck the corpses. Get your gun. We're going out."

The front of the bank was clean, just the way it had been when they had walked in. Now minus the customers and the tellers, of course. And a lot of money.

Terry stood in the front of the shop by the open window staring into the empty street.

"Fucking ghost town."

"Yes," said Pete dryly. He picked up the small laptop on the bench and slid it into his bag.

"Let's go. We've been here too long if some of us have time to get their dicks out." He shot a dark look at Angus, who gave him an even darker one. "Where's the car?" Angus shrugged but Terry checked his watch.

"Two minutes. He runs a tight ship. He won't be early or late." Angus groaned, angering Pete even more.

"Shut up, and don't touch anything. We knew what time he would come before." He surveyed the store. "I just didn't think it would be this easy."

The seconds ticked past slowly. Pete stood calmly by one of the benches. There was a thin dribble of blood across the tiles to the room where the dead people had been stacked. Terry stared blankly at the wall across from where he stood, while Angus paced loudly in front of the window. He walked across to the door behind which the girl lay in all her bloody morbidity, but just as he reached the door he stopped and quickly turned out of Pete's aggressive gaze.

"Where the fuck is he?" yelled Angus.

"It isn't time yet." Pete glanced at Terry. Terry looked worried, but he wasn't panicking, not yet. Angus was. He was jittery, and Pete wondered what drugs the man had in his system.

"Better not have bloody..." Terry shot a look at Pete, who quickly spoke up.

"Calm down. He'll be here. I haven't heard any alarms or any sirens. Close the blinds, if you need to." With shaking hands, from nerves or something else, Pete couldn't tell, Angus shut the blinds. They had left them open so that the place could appear normal.

"What time is it?" exclaimed Angus. He had his own watch on but apparently the man couldn't cope with doing things on his own. Pete tried to think why they had brought him along. There must have been a reason.

Pete looked at his own watch. It was past the time, but only by a little bit. Not the time to panic, not yet. Angus caught the glances between the two men.

"He's meant to be here by now, isn't he?" His voice was rising in panic. Pete felt his anger burn inside him.

"Shut up, Angus. He'll be here."

"And if he's not?"

"Shut up."

"I won't fucking shut up! What the fuck are we going to do if he doesn't come. He was nearly screaming now. Terry wouldn't do anything. It was up to Pete to calm him down.

"If he doesn't come, we'll work something out. You need to calm down."

"I don't need to do anything. You need to get that car here." He had his gun out and was waving it in the air wildly. Terry put his hand on his but Pete shook his head subtly at him to not.

"It'll be okay. Trust me." Angus nodded slowly, dropping his arm.

Terry sidled up to Pete and spoke in a hushed tone.

"I don't think he's coming. He wouldn't be late like this."

"We can give it another minute."

"It's too risky. We're pushing it as it is."

"What the hell are you two whispering about?"

"Shit," said Terry as Angus came alive in a sudden angry flurry.

"I wanna hear. I'm part of this, aren't I? He's not coming is he? He's not coming and we're all fucked."

"Shut up," said Terry in a tired voice. Angus brought the gun up again; this time it was pointed at Terry's face. "You wanna play that game? Do you?" He whipped out his pistol and leveled it at Angus. He stepped forward, forcing Angus backwards. "I'll fucking kill you."

"Really? I don't believe you." Angus jammed his gun into Terry's neck. "Cos I think I'll kill you first, motherfucker."

"You two are the most annoying cunts in the world." He approached them with his gun pointed towards both of them. "Get yourselves the fuck together, and then we'll work out what we'll do."

Angus fired first, swinging away from Terry he shot Pete. On reflex Pete pulled his trigger at the same time Terry pulled his. Angus died first, his head exploding in a mess of bloody fluids.

Terry fell. Pete's eyes were open in shock as he died. The clean room was like a body, shredded.

It doesn't matter what happened next. They were all dead. Fuckers.

Brought to you by the girl who daylogs too much.