Richard looked across the room at his boss. A small round light bulb was the only thing giving the area life. The little brightness it provided illuminated the small warehouse office they were sitting in. Metal file cabinets and a small wobbly table finished off the rouge look that all bank robbers look for in a hideout.
Only a small sliver of this dim light reached his boss’s suit and tie in the darkness of the room around them. His boss’s face was covered by the dark, the light unable to reach his face. They were finalizing a job Richard and his crew of robbers had just completed. Five million dollars had just flown from the hands of the good people at the first national bank into the pockets of Richard, his crew, and his boss who was sitting across the table from him.
“The money will be here in a few hours, I have to go pick it up at the drop off site. It would have been stupid of us to carry that much money with us all the way here. I promise it won’t be long.” Richard said. He stood up and closed the door behind him as he walked away.
Going out to his car in the parking lot of the warehouse Richard passed by Gomez and Tom, the two robbers who had helped him do the job. Cigarettes dangled from their mouths, a hard day’s work completed.
“You two will get your cash tomorrow morning, I have to go pick it up and give the boss his share tonight. I’ll see to it you guys get your share.”
The two goons looked at Richard and then turned back to their cigarettes. Richard got into his car and drove off. After a few minutes Gomez and Tom got into another car and headed off down a nearby highway.
“Why did we have to deal with the boss man?” Tom asked as Gomez drove the car against the night.
“Don’t know. All I know is that Richard said that we needed the boss man’s money to get this job off the ground. Where else would we find the money for those guns?”
"I still don't like it. I think we're putting to much trust on Richard and the boss. Besides, the boss is so secretive. He won't even show us his face."
“He just wants to keep himself safe. What if we had gotten busted while pulling the heist? He would have had his ass in as much trouble as us.”
“That’s part of the gamble.” Tom said, not satisfied.
“No it’s not Tom, he was our investor, and someone who should be protected. Thieves have to have someone to support them, right? We can’t let them be afraid to support us. This way if they lose, all they lose is their money.”
Gomez pulled up to a stoplight. The only thing around him and Tom was an empty road and the countryside, all covered by the night.
“Richard might be the only guy the boss talks to about all this, but don’t worry. We can trust Richard. He’s covered us in the past, and I don’t think he’d screw us over.”
Tom took a deep breath from his cigarette and thought about the past. Richard had been there for them when the going got tuff. More than once Richard had nearly gotten killed trying to cover both Tom and Gomez’s butts.
“O.K.” Tom said, giving up. They were still going to get the money, why bother?
“The only thing that bothers me is that I think this time around the ratios were a little crooked. The boss man gets 45 percent while we have to split up the rest. I know it’s still going to be a lot, but really, that much?”
Tom nodded in agreement. “I guess the only thing we can do now is take the money and move on. We’ll haul in more the next time.”
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Richard pulled through the gates to the warehouse and parked his car. He went around to his truck and hauled out two large duffle bags and carried them to the front door of the facility. Going up to the boss’s room he turned on the overhead light. The boss sat at the same chair Richard had left him in a few hours earlier. A plastic face stared at him as he entered the room. A set of painted eyes and ears gave Richard full attention, ready to receive his payment. Richard sat down in front of his boss with the duffle bag. Taking the first ream of cash out he played with the crisp bills then unraveled the rubber band that tied them together. He put a bill out in front of himself then one closer to the boss. The manikin watched Richard count the money.
“One for me…” Richard said, placing another bill on the pile in front of him.
“…and one for me” he said, placing a bill on the stack in front of the boss. He Smiled.
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