LET'S ROB A BANK

LET'S ROB A BANK the choice-based simulator game by bethany nolan [[BEGIN]]

THE BANK: Richman's Circle Bank is in the centre of London, set on a busy road, next to a café (Terry's Tea) and a hair salon (Snips). Your surveillance of the building has told you the following: There is only one guard, stationed at the front door. On an average Tuesday, about noon, there's approximately eleven customers inside and two staff workers behind the counter. There is no bulletproof glass between the customers and the staff. There are five cameras inside the building and one ATM out front. [[CHOOSE YOUR TEAM]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU [[DIVERSION]] GETAWAY DRIVER MUSCLE

YOUR OPTIONS FOR THE DIVERSION: NAME: [[AMY HAWKINS]] PROS: Actress that can fake any medical emergency - heart attack, stroke, limb-dismemberment (with some prep). CONS: Wants 40% of the cut. NAME: [[FRANCIS EZIKIEL]] PROS: Demolitions expert with little regard for human life. CONS: Racist. Requires half payment up front due to high risk. NAME: [[RANDALL STAUNTON]] PROS: Is willing to make an ass of themselves and yell at cashiers at the window over fraud, or some other finance-related problem, diverting all attention to themselves. CONS: Narcoleptic.

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: AMY HAWKINS [[GETAWAY DRIVER]] MUSCLE

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: FRANCIS EZIKIEL [[GETAWAY DRIVER->g2]] MUSCLE

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: RANDALL STAUNTON [[GETAWAY DRIVER->g3]] MUSCLE

YOUR OPTIONS FOR THE GETAWAY DRIVER: NAME: [[REX]] PROS: Has been driving since he was six. Has been a getaway driver since he was fifteen. CONS: His jokes about a tell-all novel about his crime life sounds a little too real for your tastes. NAME: [[HAYLEY O'RYAN]] PROS: A devil behind the wheel. CONS: Superstitious about the music playing on the radio. NAME: [["ORANGE"]] PROS: Doesn't speak. CONS: Doesn't speak.

YOUR OPTIONS FOR THE GETAWAY DRIVER: NAME: [[REX->rex1]] PROS: Has been driving since he was six. Has been a getaway driver since he was fifteen. CONS: His jokes about a tell-all novel about his crime life sounds a little too real for your tastes. NAME: [[HAYLEY O'RYAN->hay1]] PROS: A devil behind the wheel. CONS: Superstitious about the music playing on the radio. NAME: [["ORANGE"->or1]] PROS: Doesn't speak. CONS: Doesn't speak.

YOUR OPTIONS FOR THE GETAWAY DRIVER: NAME: [[REX->rex2]] PROS: Has been driving since he was six. Has been a getaway driver since he was fifteen. CONS: His jokes about a tell-all novel about his crime life sounds a little too real for your tastes. NAME: [[HAYLEY O'RYAN->hay2]] PROS: A devil behind the wheel. CONS: Superstitious about the music playing on the radio. NAME: [["ORANGE"->or2]] PROS: Doesn't speak. CONS: Doesn't speak.

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: AMY HAWKINS GETAWAY DRIVER: REX [[MUSCLE]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: AMY HAWKINS GETAWAY DRIVER: HAYLEY O'RYAN [[MUSCLE->m1]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: AMY HAWKINS GETAWAY DRIVER: "ORANGE" [[MUSCLE->m2]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: FRANCIS EZIKIEL GETAWAY DRIVER: REX [[MUSCLE->m3]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: FRANCIS EZIKIEL GETAWAY DRIVER: HAYLEY O'RYAN [[MUSCLE->m4]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: FRANCIS EZIKIEL GETAWAY DRIVER: "ORANGE" [[MUSCLE->m5]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: RANDALL STAUNTON GETAWAY DRIVER: REX [[MUSCLE->m6]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: RANDALL STAUNTON GETAWAY DRIVER: HAYLEY O'RYAN [[MUSCLE->m7]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: RANDALL STAUNTON GETAWAY DRIVER: "ORANGE" [[MUSCLE->m8]]

YOUR OPTIONS FOR THE MUSCLE: NAME: [[BIG JERRY]] PROS: Worked as a bouncer for ten years. Muscle on muscle. CONS: Will not get along with any getaway drivers on principle. NAME: [[THE DESTROYER]] PROS: Comes with firearms. CONS: Voted Tory. Daddy issues. NAME: [[LUCY HONEYSUCKLE]] PROS: People tend to underestimate her. She has nine kills under her belt (that you know of). CONS: Is 4"2'.

YOUR OPTIONS FOR THE MUSCLE: NAME: [[BIG JERRY->big1]] PROS: Worked as a bouncer for ten years. Muscle on muscle. CONS: Will not get along with any getaway drivers on principle. NAME: [[THE DESTROYER->the1]] PROS: Comes with firearms. CONS: Voted Tory. Daddy issues. NAME: [[LUCY HONEYSUCKLE->lucy1]] PROS: People tend to underestimate her. She has nine kills under her belt (that you know of). CONS: Is 4"2'.

YOUR OPTIONS FOR THE MUSCLE: NAME: [[BIG JERRY->big2]] PROS: Worked as a bouncer for ten years. Muscle on muscle. CONS: Will not get along with any getaway drivers on principle. NAME: [[THE DESTROYER->the2]] PROS: Comes with firearms. CONS: Voted Tory. Daddy issues. NAME: [[LUCY HONEYSUCKLE->lucy2]] PROS: People tend to underestimate her. She has nine kills under her belt (that you know of). CONS: Is 4"2'.

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: AMY HAWKINS GETAWAY DRIVER: REX MUSCLE: BIG JERRY [[CONTINUE]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: AMY HAWKINS GETAWAY DRIVER: REX MUSCLE: THE DESTROYER [[CONTINUE->con3]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: AMY HAWKINS GETAWAY DRIVER: REX MUSCLE: LUCY HONEYSUCKLE [[CONTINUE->con4]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: AMY HAWKINS GETAWAY DRIVER: HAYLEY O'RYAN MUSCLE: BIG JERRY [[CONTINUE->con9]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: AMY HAWKINS GETAWAY DRIVER: HAYLEY O'RYAN MUSCLE: THE DESTROYER [[CONTINUE->con10]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: AMY HAWKINS GETAWAY DRIVER: HAYLEY O'RYAN MUSCLE: LUCY HONEYSUCKLE [[CONTINUE->con11]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: AMY HAWKINS GETAWAY DRIVER: "ORANGE" MUSCLE: BIG JERRY [[CONTINUE->con18]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: AMY HAWKINS GETAWAY DRIVER: "ORANGE" MUSCLE: THE DESTROYER [[CONTINUE->con19]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: AMY HAWKINS GETAWAY DRIVER: "ORANGE" MUSCLE: LUCY HONEYSUCKLE [[CONTINUE->con20]]

It’s Wednesday, February 19th, 11:42AM. Your car pulls up across the street from Richman’s Circle; a red BMW, freshly cleaned. Rex had a guy to supply it. It'll be ditched as soon as you're done here. A shame, really. You sit in the passenger seat and look out to the bank. It looks the same as it did every day you checked it out. You never went inside; you had people for that. In the back seat sits Big Jerry. He glowers at Rex. "You're not gonna drive like that when we leave, right?" Rex frowns, immediately defensive. "What's wrong with my driving?" "Other than my eighty-year-old Nana could do better-" "Hey! If you wanna drive-" "-and she's half blind and can't use both hands-" Rex raises his voice: "I said if you wanna drive!" [[CUT IN]] [[LET THEM ARGUE]] [[QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]]

It’s Wednesday, February 19th, 11:42AM. Your car pulls up across the street from Richman’s Circle; a vibrant blue Mercedes that was blasting music from the speakers long before you climbed inside. The driver, Hayley O'Ryan, sings as she drives. You sit in the passenger seat and look out to the bank. It looks the same as it did every day you checked it out. You never went inside; you had people for that. Just as you are about to wave Big Jerry out of the car, Hayley stops you. "Wait," she says, and reaches for the stereo. She spends a moment turning through the channels, frowning through each one; the crease in her brow growing deeper as she finds song after song she doesn't like. "This doesn't bode well," she mutters. Then, she stops, a hesitant smile on her face. There is low bass playing out of the speaker and she sits back, nodding to you. She points for you to climb out just as the guitars kick in, and you do. [[GO INSIDE->go15]]

It’s Wednesday, February 19th, 11:42AM. Your car pulls up across the street from Richman’s Circle; a vibrant blue Mercedes that was blasting music from the speakers long before you climbed inside. The driver, Hayley O'Ryan, sings as she drives. You sit in the passenger seat and look out to the bank. It looks the same as it did every day you checked it out. You never went inside; you had people for that. Just as you are about to wave The Destroyer out of the car, Hayley stops you. "Wait," she says, and reaches for the stereo. She spends a moment turning through the channels, frowning through each one; the crease in her brow growing deeper as she finds song after song she doesn't like. "This doesn't bode well," she mutters. Then, she stops, a hesitant smile on her face. There is low bass playing out of the speaker and she sits back, nodding to you. She points for you to climb out just as the guitars kick in, and you do. [[GO INSIDE->go16]]

It’s Wednesday, February 19th, 11:42AM. Your car pulls up across the street from Richman’s Circle; a vibrant blue Mercedes that was blasting music from the speakers long before you climbed inside. The driver, Hayley O'Ryan, sings as she drives. You sit in the passenger seat and look out to the bank. It looks the same as it did every day you checked it out. You never went inside; you had people for that. Just as you are about to wave Lucy out of the car, Hayley stops you. "Wait," she says, and reaches for the stereo. She spends a moment turning through the channels, frowning through each one; the crease in her brow growing deeper as she finds song after song she doesn't like. "This doesn't bode well," she mutters. Then, she stops, a hesitant smile on her face. There is low bass playing out of the speaker and she sits back, nodding to you. She points for you to climb out just as the guitars kick in, and you do. [[GO INSIDE->go17]]

It’s Wednesday, February 19th, 11:42AM. Your car pulls up across the street from Richman’s Circle; a black McLaren that looks as if it's seen better days. From the moment you climb inside, the car is dead silent. You sit in the passenger seat and look out to the bank. It looks the same as it did every day you checked it out. You never went inside; you had people for that. Today, however, is going to be different. [[GO INSIDE->go6]]

NAME: [[BIG JERRY->big3]] PROS: Worked as a bouncer for ten years. Muscle on muscle. CONS: Will not get along with any getaway drivers on principle. NAME: [[THE DESTROYER->the3]] PROS: Comes with firearms. CONS: Voted Tory. Daddy issues. NAME: [[LUCY HONEYSUCKLE->lucy3]] PROS: People tend to underestimate her. She has nine kills under her belt (that you know of). CONS: Is 4"2'.

NAME: [[BIG JERRY->big4]] PROS: Worked as a bouncer for ten years. Muscle on muscle. CONS: Will not get along with any getaway drivers on principle. NAME: [[THE DESTROYER->the4]] PROS: Comes with firearms. CONS: Voted Tory. Daddy issues. NAME: [[LUCY HONEYSUCKLE->lucy4]] PROS: People tend to underestimate her. She has nine kills under her belt (that you know of). CONS: Is 4"2'.

NAME: [[BIG JERRY->big5]] PROS: Worked as a bouncer for ten years. Muscle on muscle. CONS: Will not get along with any getaway drivers on principle. NAME: [[THE DESTROYER->the5]] PROS: Comes with firearms. CONS: Voted Tory. Daddy issues. NAME: [[LUCY HONEYSUCKLE->lucy5]] PROS: People tend to underestimate her. She has nine kills under her belt (that you know of). CONS: Is 4"2'.

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: FRANCIS EZIKIEL GETAWAY DRIVER: REX MUSCLE: BIG JERRY [[CONTINUE->con27]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: FRANCIS EZIKIEL GETAWAY DRIVER: REX MUSCLE: THE DESTROYER [[CONTINUE->con28]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: FRANCIS EZIKIEL GETAWAY DRIVER: REX MUSCLE: LUCY HONEYSUCKLE [[CONTINUE->con29]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: FRANCIS EZIKIEL GETAWAY DRIVER: HAYLEY O'RYAN MUSCLE: BIG JERRY [[CONTINUE->con35]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: FRANCIS EZIKIEL GETAWAY DRIVER: HAYLEY O'RYAN MUSCLE: THE DESTROYER [[CONTINUE->con36]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: FRANCIS EZIKIEL GETAWAY DRIVER: HAYLEY O'RYAN MUSCLE: LUCY HONEYSUCKLE [[CONTINUE->con37]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: FRANCIS EZIKIEL GETAWAY DRIVER: "ORANGE" MUSCLE: BIG JERRY [[CONTINUE->con45]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: FRANCIS EZIKIEL GETAWAY DRIVER: "ORANGE" MUSCLE: THE DESTROYER [[CONTINUE->con46]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: FRANCIS EZIKIEL GETAWAY DRIVER: "ORANGE" MUSCLE: LUCY HONEYSUCKLE [[CONTINUE->con47]]

It’s Wednesday, February 19th, 11:42AM. Your car pulls up across the street from Richman’s Circle; a red BMW, freshly cleaned. Rex had a guy to supply it. It'll be ditched as soon as you're done here. A shame, really. You sit in the passenger seat and look out to the bank. It looks the same as it did every day you checked it out. You never went inside; you had people for that. In the back seat sits Big Jerry. He glowers at Rex. "You're not gonna drive like that when we leave, right?" Rex frowns, immediately defensive. "What's wrong with my driving?" "Other than my eighty-year-old Nana could do better-" "Hey! If you wanna drive-" "-and she's half blind and can't use both hands-" Rex raises his voice: "I said if you wanna drive!" [[CUT IN->cutin3]] [[LET THEM ARGUE->argue3]] [[QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]]

It’s Wednesday, February 19th, 11:42AM. Your car pulls up across the street from Richman’s Circle; a vibrant blue Mercedes that was blasting music from the speakers long before you climbed inside. The driver, Hayley O'Ryan, sings as she drives. You sit in the passenger seat and look out to the bank. It looks the same as it did every day you checked it out. You never went inside; you had people for that. Just as you are about to wave The Destroyer out of the car, Hayley stops you. "Wait," she says, and reaches for the stereo. She spends a moment turning through the channels, frowning through each one; the crease in her brow growing deeper as she finds song after song she doesn't like. "This doesn't bode well," she mutters. Then, she stops, a hesitant smile on her face. There is low bass playing out of the speaker and she sits back, nodding to you. She points for you to climb out just as the guitars kick in, and you do. [[GO INSIDE->go19]]

It’s Wednesday, February 19th, 11:42AM. Your car pulls up across the street from Richman’s Circle; a vibrant blue Mercedes that was blasting music from the speakers long before you climbed inside. The driver, Hayley O'Ryan, sings as she drives. You sit in the passenger seat and look out to the bank. It looks the same as it did every day you checked it out. You never went inside; you had people for that. Just as you are about to wave Lucy out of the car, Hayley stops you. "Wait," she says, and reaches for the stereo. She spends a moment turning through the channels, frowning through each one; the crease in her brow growing deeper as she finds song after song she doesn't like. "This doesn't bode well," she mutters. Then, she stops, a hesitant smile on her face. There is low bass playing out of the speaker and she sits back, nodding to you. She points for you to climb out just as the guitars kick in, and you do. [[GO INSIDE->go20]]

YOUR OPTIONS FOR THE MUSCLE: NAME: [[BIG JERRY->big6]] PROS: Worked as a bouncer for ten years. Muscle on muscle. CONS: Will not get along with any getaway drivers on principle. NAME: [[THE DESTROYER->the6]] PROS: Comes with firearms. CONS: Voted Tory. Daddy issues. NAME: [[LUCY HONEYSUCKLE->lucy6]] PROS: People tend to underestimate her. She has nine kills under her belt (that you know of). CONS: Is 4"2'.

YOUR OPTIONS FOR THE MUSCLE: NAME: [[BIG JERRY->big7]] PROS: Worked as a bouncer for ten years. Muscle on muscle. CONS: Will not get along with any getaway drivers on principle. NAME: [[THE DESTROYER->the7]] PROS: Comes with firearms. CONS: Voted Tory. Daddy issues. NAME: [[LUCY HONEYSUCKLE->lucy7]] PROS: People tend to underestimate her. She has nine kills under her belt (that you know of). CONS: Is 4"2'.

YOUR OPTIONS FOR THE MUSCLE: NAME: [[BIG JERRY->big8]] PROS: Worked as a bouncer for ten years. Muscle on muscle. CONS: Will not get along with any getaway drivers on principle. NAME: [[THE DESTROYER->the8]] PROS: Comes with firearms. CONS: Voted Tory. Daddy issues. NAME: [[LUCY HONEYSUCKLE->lucy8]] PROS: People tend to underestimate her. She has nine kills under her belt (that you know of). CONS: Is 4"2'.

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: RANDALL STAUNTON GETAWAY DRIVER: REX MUSCLE: BIG JERRY [[CONTINUE->con55]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: RANDALL STAUNTON GETAWAY DRIVER: REX MUSCLE: THE DESTROYER [[CONTINUE->con54]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: RANDALL STAUNTON GETAWAY DRIVER: REX MUSCLE: LUCY HONEYSUCKLE [[CONTINUE->con56]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: RANDALL STAUNTON GETAWAY DRIVER: HAYLEY O'RYAN MUSCLE: BIG JERRY [[CONTINUE->con63]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: RANDALL STAUNTON GETAWAY DRIVER: HAYLEY O'RYAN MUSCLE: THE DESTROYER [[CONTINUE->con64]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: RANDALL STAUNTON GETAWAY DRIVER: HAYLEY O'RYAN MUSCLE: LUCY HONEYSUCKLE [[CONTINUE->con65]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: RANDALL STAUNTON GETAWAY DRIVER: "ORANGE" MUSCLE: BIG JERRY [[CONTINUE->con72]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: RANDALL STAUNTON GETAWAY DRIVER: "ORANGE" MUSCLE: THE DESTROYER [[CONTINUE->con73]]

CHOOSE YOUR TEAM MASTERMIND: YOU DIVERSION: RANDALL STAUNTON GETAWAY DRIVER: "ORANGE" MUSCLE: LUCY HONEYSUCKLE [[CONTINUE->con74]]

It’s Wednesday, February 19th, 11:42AM. Your car pulls up across the street from Richman’s Circle; a red BMW, freshly cleaned. Rex had a guy to supply it. It'll be ditched as soon as you're done here. A shame, really. You sit in the passenger seat and look out to the bank. It looks the same as it did every day you checked it out. You never went inside; you had people for that. In the back seat sits Big Jerry. He glowers at Rex. "You're not gonna drive like that when we leave, right?" Rex frowns, immediately defensive. "What's wrong with my driving?" "Other than my eighty-year-old Nana could do better-" "Hey! If you wanna drive-" "-and she's half blind and can't use both hands-" Rex raises his voice: "I said if you wanna drive!" [[CUT IN->cutin7]] [[LET THEM ARGUE->argue7]] [[QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]]

It’s Wednesday, February 19th, 11:42AM. Your car pulls up across the street from Richman’s Circle; a vibrant blue Mercedes that was blasting music from the speakers long before you climbed inside. The driver, Hayley O'Ryan, sings as she drives. You sit in the passenger seat and look out to the bank. It looks the same as it did every day you checked it out. You never went inside; you had people for that. Just as you are about to wave Big Jerry out of the car, Hayley stops you. "Wait," she says, and reaches for the stereo. She spends a moment turning through the channels, frowning through each one; the crease in her brow growing deeper as she finds song after song she doesn't like. "This doesn't bode well," she mutters. She stops tuning, a grim frown across her face. "We shouldn't do this." "Bullshit," you say. "Let's go." You leave her in the car. She doesn't look happy. [[GO INSIDE->go21]]

It’s Wednesday, February 19th, 11:42AM. Your car pulls up across the street from Richman’s Circle; a vibrant blue Mercedes that was blasting music from the speakers long before you climbed inside. The driver, Hayley O'Ryan, sings as she drives. You sit in the passenger seat and look out to the bank. It looks the same as it did every day you checked it out. You never went inside; you had people for that. Just as you are about to wave The Destroyer out of the car, Hayley stops you. "Wait," she says, and reaches for the stereo. She spends a moment turning through the channels, frowning through each one; the crease in her brow growing deeper as she finds song after song she doesn't like. "This doesn't bode well," she mutters. Then, she stops, a hesitant smile on her face. There is low bass playing out of the speaker and she sits back, nodding to you. She points for you to climb out just as the guitars kick in, and you do. [[GO INSIDE->go22]]

It’s Wednesday, February 19th, 11:42AM. Your car pulls up across the street from Richman’s Circle; a vibrant blue Mercedes that was blasting music from the speakers long before you climbed inside. The driver, Hayley O'Ryan, sings as she drives. You sit in the passenger seat and look out to the bank. It looks the same as it did every day you checked it out. You never went inside; you had people for that. Just as you are about to wave Lucy out of the car, Hayley stops you. "Wait," she says, and reaches for the stereo. She spends a moment turning through the channels, frowning through each one; the crease in her brow growing deeper as she finds song after song she doesn't like. "This doesn't bode well," she mutters. Then, she stops, a hesitant smile on her face. There is low bass playing out of the speaker and she sits back, nodding to you. She points for you to climb out just as the guitars kick in, and you do. [[GO INSIDE->go23]]

It’s Wednesday, February 19th, 11:42AM. Your car pulls up across the street from Richman’s Circle; a black McLaren that looks as if it's seen better days. From the moment you climbed inside, the car is dead silent. You sit in the passenger seat and look out to the bank. It looks the same as it did every day you checked it out. You never went inside; you had people for that. Today, however, is going to be different. "Keep the engine running," you tell "Orange". "And don't fuck up like you did on the last job." The look he sends you could kill a man. You get out of the car quickly to escape it. [[GO INSIDE->go12]]

It’s Wednesday, February 19th, 11:42AM. Your car pulls up across the street from Richman’s Circle; a black McLaren that looks as if it's seen better days. From the moment you climbed inside, the car is dead silent. You sit in the passenger seat and look out to the bank. It looks the same as it did every day you checked it out. You never went inside; you had people for that. Today, however, is going to be different. [[GO INSIDE->go13]]

It’s Wednesday, February 19th, 11:42AM. Your car pulls up across the street from Richman’s Circle; a black McLaren that looks as if it's seen better days. From the moment you climbed inside, the car is dead silent. You sit in the passenger seat and look out to the bank. It looks the same as it did every day you checked it out. You never went inside; you had people for that. Today, however, is going to be different. [[GO INSIDE->go14]]

"HEY!" You shout. "Shut up or go home. I'm not a babysitter." The two fall silent. Then, Rex mumbles: "let's see you drive us from the police." "Let's see you lift five-hundred pounds," Big Jerry shoots back. "CUT IT OUT," you order. They're silent again. [["Good, let's do this."]]

"You know what-" Rex turns in his seat to glare at Big Jerry. "What?" "How about I ditch this shitshow and you can run home from the cops on those stumpy lil' legs of yours?" "What did you just say?" Big Jerry has hellfire in his eyes and you don't like it. "I said-" [["CUT IT OUT"]] [[QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]]

You're done. The gig is over. What a shitshow. You head back to your hideout and stare at all the research you conducted, wasted and pasted to the wall. All that work for nothing. You turn to your computer. Time to find another target. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (And maybe succeed this time?)

"You know what-" Rex turns in his seat to glare at Big Jerry. "What?" "How about I ditch this shitshow and you can run home from the cops on those stumpy lil' legs of yours?" "What did you just say?" Big Jerry has hellfire in his eyes and you don't like it. "I said-" [["CUT IT OUT"->cut3]] [[QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]]

"You know what-" Rex turns in his seat to glare at Big Jerry. "What?" "How about I ditch this shitshow and you can run home from the cops on those stumpy lil' legs of yours?" "What did you just say?" Big Jerry has hellfire in his eyes and you don't like it. "I said-" [["CUT IT OUT"->cut7]] [[QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to Big Jerry. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Right on time, an explosion sounds, distant - just a thud. You feel the rumble, though, faint. The guard rushes out of the bank, to search for the smoke, and in that moment you and Big Jerry slip by his side and into the bank. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->keep15]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to Big Jerry. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Inside the bank, the guard is over by the cashiers, trying to calm a man who's shouting abuse at the tearful woman on the other side of the counter. The guard's back is turned. [[SHOOT THE GUARD->shoot6]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to The Destroyer. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Just inside the door, The Destroyer slips a pistol out from under his coat and shoots the guard in the neck. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to Lucy. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Just inside the door, a woman you recognise as Amy has collapsed on the ground. The guard is peering over her, along with a few of the cusomters. You walk straight past him and into the bank, where you crouch down next to Lucy, and open your suitcases. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->keep9]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to The Destroyer. They contain the guns, and he hefts his once, checking the weight. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->keep3]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to Lucy. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Right on time, an explosion sounds, distant - just a thud. You feel the rumble, though, faint. The guard rushes out of the bank, to search for the smoke, and in that moment you and Lucy slip by his side and into the bank. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->keep12]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to The Destroyer. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Across the room, the guard is trying to contain a man, shouting and screaming and causing a scene. He's clearly hit someone; a black eye forming on a woman, huddled with other clinete. You walk straight up to the scene, meet Randall's eye for a second as he shouts, and slam your suitcase down on the counter. You open your case and pull out the assault rifle. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->keep6]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to Lucy. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Inside the bank, the guard is over by the cashiers, trying to calm a man who's shouting abuse at the tearful woman on the other side of the counter. The guard's back is turned. Lucy looks to you. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->keep17]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to The Destroyer. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Just inside the door, The Destroyer slips a pistol out from under his coat and shoots the guard in the neck. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->keep2]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to Big Jerry. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Right on time, an explosion sounds, distant - just a thud. You feel the rumble, though, faint. The guard rushes out of the bank, to search for the smoke, and in that moment you and Lucy slip by his side and into the bank. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->keep16]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to Lucy. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Right on time, an explosion sounds, distant - just a thud. You feel the rumble, though, faint. The guard rushes out of the bank, to search for the smoke, and in that moment you and Lucy slip by his side and into the bank. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->14]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to Big Jerry. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Inside the bank, the guard is over by the cashiers, trying to calm a man who's shouting abuse at the tearful woman on the other side of the counter. The guard's back is turned. [[SHOOT THE GUARD->shoot8]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to The Destroyer. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Across the room, the guard is trying to contain a man, shouting and screaming and causing a scene. He's clearly hit someone; a black eye forming on a woman, huddled with other clinete. You walk straight up to the scene, meet Randall's eye for a second as he shouts, and slam your suitcase down on the counter. You open your case and pull out the assault rifle. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->keep8]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to Lucy. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Inside the bank, the guard is over by the cashiers, trying to calm a man who's shouting abuse at the tearful woman on the other side of the counter. The guard's back is turned. Lucy looks to you. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->keep19]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to The Destroyer. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Just inside the door, The Destroyer slips a pistol out from under his coat and shoots the guard in the neck. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->keep1]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to The Destroyer. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Right on time, an explosion sounds, distant - just a thud. You feel the rumble, though, faint. The guard rushes out of the bank, to search for the smoke, and in that moment you and The Destroyer slip by his side and into the bank. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->keep4]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to Lucy. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Right on time, an explosion sounds, distant - just a thud. You feel the rumble, though, faint. The guard rushes out of the bank, to search for the smoke, and in that moment you and Lucy slip by his side and into the bank. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->keep13]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to Big Jerry. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Inside the bank, the guard is over by the cashiers, trying to calm a man who's shouting abuse at the tearful woman on the other side of the counter. The guard's back is turned. [[SHOOT THE GUARD->shoot7]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to The Destroyer. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Across the room, the guard is trying to contain a man, shouting and screaming and causing a scene. He's clearly hit someone; a black eye forming on a woman, huddled with other clinete. You walk straight up to the scene, meet Randall's eye for a second as he shouts, and slam your suitcase down on the counter. You open your case and pull out the assault rifle. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->keep7]]

In the boot of the car are two suitcases. You pull them out, handing one to Lucy. As you head over to the bank, you pull up the bandana from your neck until it covers the lower half of your face. Inside the bank, the guard is over by the cashiers, trying to calm a man who's shouting abuse at the tearful woman on the other side of the counter. The guard's back is turned. Lucy looks to you. [[LAST CHANCE TO BOLT->QUIT, BECAUSE YOUR MAMA SAID TEAM WORK IS KEY AND THIS TEAM AIN'T WORKING]] [[KEEP GOING->keep18]]

The shot rings out and the guard drops. One down. All eyes are on you and Big Jerry now. [[WAVE THE GUN AROUND AND YELL->wave2]] [[ASK POLITELY->ask2]]

The shot rings out and the guard drops. One down. All eyes are on you and Big Jerry now. [[WAVE THE GUN AROUND AND YELL->wave3]] [[ASK POLITELY->ask3]]

The shot rings out and the guard drops. One down. All eyes are on you and Big Jerry now. [[WAVE THE GUN AROUND AND YELL->wave4]] [[ASK POLITELY->ask4]]

The shot rings out and the guard drops. One down. All eyes are on you and Big Jerry now. [[WAVE THE GUN AROUND AND YELL->wave5]] [[ASK POLITELY->ask10]]

The shot rings out and the guard drops. One down. All eyes are on you and Big Jerry now. [[WAVE THE GUN AROUND AND YELL->wave6]] [[ASK POLITELY->ask9]]

As you enter, The Destroyer keeps shooting. One after another, the customers fall to their knees, blood painting the walls and their bodies thumping, slack, to the ground. He stops short of the cashier, splattered with blood and screaming. She's kneelng over the body of a woman that you recognise immediately, also half drenched in red. Amy Hawkins watches The Destroyer with a raised eyebrow. "You didn't even let me finish," she says, sitting up. Amy, covered half in fake blood, half in real, pulls the fake arm out from her sleeve - a nasty, false gash still pumping red liquid. "What was even the point of hiring me?" You throw a pistol to her from your suitcase, and pull out another for yourself to point at the cashier. "He's a little trigger happy," you reply, nodding to The Destroyer, who is now surveying his destruction. "You two, watch the doors. Yell if the police arrive. You," you look at the cashier, quivering where she sits, "take me to the vault." [[THE VAULT]]

As you enter the bank, The Destroyer pulls his gun from the suitcase and shoots the guard in the head. Brain matter splatters on the wall behind him. You check the time on your watch: three minutes until detonation. "THIS IS A ROBBERY," you shout, "PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR AND GET ON THE GROUND!" You speed over to the cashiers, producing a bag from your suitcase. "Money in the bag, now." They're hesitant, so The Destroyer shoots one. The other gets to work. You look out across the clientele and nod over to The Destroyer. [["TAKE THEIR JEWELLERY, WATCHES - WHATEVER"]]

Spinning with the rifle in hand, you shout. "ON THE GROUND! THIS IS A ROBBERY!" The Destroyer already has weapons pointed at the two cashiers, and you point yours towards the guard, who's struggling between holding onto Randall and following orders. "Money," The Destroyer tells the cashiers. "In the case. Go." Randall pulls himself from the guard and stands. "You got one of those for me?" he asks, and you nod back to The Destroyer. Randall heads off and you watch the guard; watch how his fingers twitch. His hand is moving slowly, in almost microscopic amounts, towards his radio. [[NOT TODAY, BUDDY]]

Unfortunately, a meteor strikes Earth very suddenly and everyone dies. Or, maybe, the second coming of Christ happens. Or, North Korea finally nukes everyone. (Alternatively, Donald Trump pretends he's going to push the //NUKE EVERYONE// button, with the aim of making Congress shit themselves, and then accidentally leans on it as he tries to reach his Diet Coke.) Either way, the Earth suddenly doesn't exist anymore and so we will never know if you manage to rob this bank because it's gone, too. [[PLAY AGAIN IN AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE IN WHICH YOU DON'T CHOOSE LUCY->PLAY AGAIN]]

You and Big Jerry head over to the counter, barging past the queue as you go. Big Jerry pushes aside whoever was first in line, and you lean against the counter. "Hi," you say. "This is a robbery. Please keep your hands where I can see them and give me all the money in your till." The woman freezes. "If you don't, I'll kill you." She doesn't move, so you shrug. [[SHOOT HER->shoot5]] [[VIOLENCE DOESN'T SOLVE ANYTHING->vio3]]

The shot rings out and the guard drops. One down. All eyes are on you and Big Jerry now. [[WAVE THE GUN AROUND AND YELL]] [[ASK POLITELY]]

"GET ON THE GROUND OR I PUT A BULLET IN YOUR BRAIN! THIS IS A ROBBERY!" you shout, yanking your weapons from the suitcase. Some customers scream; lowering themselves to the ground on command. Some are more hesitant and you point your guns towards them, waving them around wildly until they get the message. There's a bag in your suitcase for the money. [[GO FOR THE VAULT]] [[EASY MONEY - GO FOR THE CASH IN THE TILLS]]

"This is a robbery," you announce. "Please get on the ground or we will be forced to act in a hostile manner." No one moves. "Well, I tried being polite." [[WAVE THE GUN AROUND AND YELL]]

You point your pistol at the nearest cashier, storming towards them. She's young, terrified, with her hands raised in surrender. The other is crouched on the floor, quivering. "Vault," you say. "Take me there." She doesn't move; just stares at you silently, shaking. [[ASK AGAIN]] [[SHOOT HER AND TRY SOMEONE ELSE]]

You point your pistol at the nearest cashier, storming towards them. She's young, terrified, with her hands raised in surrender. The other is crouched on the floor, quivering. "Money," you say. "Hand it over. Now." She doesn't move; just stares at you silently, shaking. [[ASK AGAIN->ask]] [[SHOOT HER AND TRY SOMEONE ELSE->else]]

"This is a robbery," you announce. "Please get on the ground or we will be forced to act in a hostile manner." No one moves. "Well, I tried being polite." [[WAVE THE GUN AROUND AND YELL->wave2]]

"This is a robbery," you announce. "Please get on the ground or we will be forced to act in a hostile manner." No one moves. "Well, I tried being polite." [[WAVE THE GUN AROUND AND YELL->wave3]]

"This is a robbery," you announce. "Please get on the ground or we will be forced to act in a hostile manner." No one moves. "Well, I tried being polite." [[WAVE THE GUN AROUND AND YELL->wave4]]

"Vault," you order, louder, and she's on her feet a heartbeat later, nodding her head. "Quick about it." You tell Big Jerry to look after the hostages and, keeping your pistol raised, follow the cashier through. At the first door, she says, "I need to put in a code." "Go on." She presses at the buttons until a light turns green and you're through the first door, heading back into an office area where you lodge the barrel of the gun into the small of her back to force her forward. "Okay, okay." She takes you through another door and down a flight of stairs until you're faced with a circular door of steel. A keypad and card reader on the right, and a locking wheel in the centre of the door. She looks to you for confirmation and you shove her forward. She presses in a code, swipes her card and turns the wheel. [[THE VAULT OPENS]]

You roll your eyes. "Fine." You put a bullet in her skull and move to the next. [[THE OTHER CASHIER->ASK AGAIN]]

Past the door there's a small room, grey in colour. In the centre is a metallic pallet, piled high with clean, new bank notes. [[STUFF AS MUCH AS YOU CAN INTO YOUR BAG]] [[GET THE CASHIER TO DO IT]]

You step into the room and, in a scramble, start shoving the money into your bag. Hundreds, thousands of pounds passing through your hands. So much of it. This is the big leagues. This is what you've been planning for. Then, there's a sudden pain in your back and the air leaves your lungs. You fall to one knee, and turn around, where the cashier is holding a fire extinguisher ahead of her, ready to hit you again. [[SHOOT HER]] [[FIGHT HER IN THE HONOURABLE SPORT OF HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT]]

You shove her into the room and force the bag into her hands. "Fill it," you order, and so she does, shaking as she goes. She stuffs the wads of notes into the bag; hundreds, thousands of pounds passing through her hands. So much of it. This is the big leagues. This is what you've been planning for. When she's done, she hands the bag back. [[SMILE AND SHOOT HER]]

The blood splatters back at you. She drops the fire extinguisher and the sound of it hitting the floor echoes around the room. There's a pain in your back and you keep filling your bag with money. [[GO BACK UPSTAIRS]]

Man, you haven't fought like this in a while. It feels good. You yank the extinguisher from her feeble grip and throw it to the side, dropping your gun and bag to the floor as you go. You punch her straight in the face and she stumbles back, blood spurting from her nose. As she steps back, you step forward, into her space, grabbing her hair and slamming her head against the vault's door frame. She goes limp in your hands, unconscious most likely, and you drop her to the floor. A small part of you wishes she'd been a better fighter. You could do with a challenge - but there's no time for that in this job. You've already spent too long down here. [[FILL YOUR BAG AND GO BACK UPSTAIRS]]

Upstairs, the hostages are lying on the floor, still shaking and crying and pleading quietly. You head straight past them, to where Big Jerry stands with his semi-automatic. Amy Hawkins stands next to him, toting a gun from your suitcase. Faintly, in the distance, you can hear the sirens of the police, copping onto the robbery. There must've been a silent alarm somewhere. Or maybe someone outside phoned. Either way, [[YOU'RE OUTTA HERE]]

Out on the street, the people who catch sight of you and your guns gasp and scream and run the other way. You sprint across the road to the car. Big Jerry swears and it sounds a little like he's invoking godly wrath. Rex isn't in the car. [[THROUGH THE WINDSCREEN, YOU SEE A NOTE]]

//YOU WANTED TO DRIVE, ASSHOLE// [[FUCK]]

//YOU WANTED TO DRIVE, ASSHOLE// [[FUCK->f2]]

[[HOTWIRE THE CAR]] [[RUN AS FAST AS YOUR LEGS CAN CARRY YOU]]

[[HOTWIRE THE CAR->hotwire]] [[RUN AS FAST AS YOUR LEGS CAN CARRY YOU->run]]

You leap into the driver's seat, the car keys missing. You swear Rex out as you search for the wires under the steering wheel. "Boss," Big Jerry interjects. "The little shit slashed the tyres." You stop, slam your hand against the horn, and jump out from the car. [[RUN AS FAST AS YOUR LEGS CAN CARRY YOU]]

Your feet pound against the pavement as you sprint down the street, gun in one hand, bag of cash in the other. Big Jerry and Amy are right on your heel as you go; the three of you barrelling through busy city streets. The sirens are close, closer - they're right behind you and so loud. Ahead of you, there are flashing lights and you swerve, heading down a side road. Your back is still killing from the hit of the fire extinguisher, and you're furious at Rex for leaving, and ahead of you the empty road is filling with blue lights and the sound of sirens. A cop leaps from the car, gun in hand and promptly ducks away when Amy fires on him. You turn to run back, but there's a car there, too. //Shit.// Three police - four, now - all with guns pointed straight at you. "DROP THE GUNS!" "PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" "GET ON THE GROUND" [[COMPLY, YOU TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE BANK ROBBER]]

Your feet pound against the pavement as you sprint down the street, gun in one hand, bag of cash in the other. Big Jerry and Amy are right on your heel as you go; the three of you barrelling through busy city streets. The sirens are close, closer - they're right behind you and so loud. Ahead of you, there are flashing lights and you swerve, heading down a side road. You're furious at Rex for leaving and it clouds your vision for a moment. Ahead of you the empty road is filling with blue lights and the sound of sirens. A cop leaps from the car, gun in hand and promptly ducks away when Amy fires on him. You turn to run back, but there's a car there, too. //Shit.// Three police - four, now - all with guns pointed straight at you. "DROP THE GUNS!" "PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" "GET ON THE GROUND" [[COMPLY, YOU TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE BANK ROBBER]]

You're arrested with your accomplices. [[STATS]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[AFTERMATH]]

While you're in prison, you send word out for someone to find and murder Rex. The little shit deserves it, and it brings you a small sense of satisfaction. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Maybe try to win this time?)

"MONEY IN THE BAG. NOW," you shout, thrusting the bag toward her. She scrambles up, opening the cash drawer in the counter. Her fingers shake as she pulls the notes out. "Not the bottom ones," you say. The bottom ones might be bugged. Or covered in that blue paint that your dry cleaner refuses to clean. "I know that trick." She nods, pulling out the money and shoving it into your waiting bag. Behind you, Amy Hawkins climbs to her feet, having faked some medical emergency well enough, and takes a gun from the suitcase. You and the cashier move to the next till and empty that one, too. When she's done, you smile at her. "Thanks," you say. [[THEN YOU SHOOT HER]]

You roll your eyes. "Fine." You put a bullet in her skull and move to the next. [[THE OTHER CASHIER->ask]]

The three of you barge out onto the street, where the people who catch sight of you and your guns gasp and scream and run the other way. You sprint across the road to the car. Big Jerry swears and it sounds a little like he's invoking godly wrath. Rex isn't in the car. [[THROUGH THE WINDSCREEN, YOU SEE A NOTE->note3]]

//YOU WANTED TO DRIVE, ASSHOLE// [[FUCK->f3]]

[[HOTWIRE THE CAR->hotwire2]] [[RUN AS FAST AS YOUR LEGS CAN CARRY YOU->run2]]

Your feet pound against the pavement as you sprint down the street, gun in one hand, bag of cash in the other. Big Jerry and Amy are right on your heel as you go; the three of you barrelling through busy city streets. You get a decent distance before the sirens begin to close in. "There!" Amy shouts, pointing to a car where a woman is climbing out. The three of you rush over, Big Jerry shoving her out the way and jumping into her driver's seat. You leap in the passenger side and Amy into the back. Big Jerry speeds the car away from the side of the road, and starts out onto the road. But the sirens are too close for this - you can see the flashing blue lights up ahead. "Where's Rex?" Amy yells as Big Jerry swerves onto another road. "Big Jerry made him quit!" You shout back. Big Jerry shouldn't have done that. "He was a shit driver!" "Better than you!" Amy says. Then the police cars are ahead of you, behind you. They're everywhere and to give Rex credit - he would've been able to get you out of this. Big Jerry isn't the driver Rex is and he skids to a halt, rolling down the window and shooting his gun at the nearest cop car. But you're surrounded. You shoot while you can, but the bullets run out, and the police are coming in full force. "DROP THE GUNS!" "PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" "GET OUT OF THE CAR!" [[COMPLY, YOU TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE BANK ROBBER]]

You point your pistol at the nearest cashier, storming towards them. She's young, terrified, with her hands raised in surrender. The other is crouched on the floor, quivering. "Money," you say. "Hand it over. Now." She doesn't move; just stares at you silently, shaking. [[ASK AGAIN->ask7]] [[SHOOT HER AND TRY SOMEONE ELSE->else7]]

You point your pistol at the nearest cashier, storming towards them. She's young, terrified, with her hands raised in surrender. The other is crouched on the floor, quivering. "Money," you say. "Hand it over. Now." She doesn't move; just stares at you silently, shaking. [[ASK AGAIN->ask8]] [[SHOOT HER AND TRY SOMEONE ELSE->else8]]

You roll your eyes. "Fine." You put a bullet in her skull and move to the next. [[THE OTHER CASHIER->ask5]]

You roll your eyes. "Fine." You put a bullet in her skull and move to the next. [[THE OTHER CASHIER->ask6]]

Past the door there's a small room, grey in colour. In the centre is a metallic pallet, piled high with clean, new bank notes. [[STUFF AS MUCH AS YOU CAN INTO YOUR BAG->stuff]] [[GET THE CASHIER TO DO IT->cashier]]

Past the door there's a small room, grey in colour. In the centre is a metallic pallet, piled high with clean, new bank notes. [[STUFF AS MUCH AS YOU CAN INTO YOUR BAG->stuff2]] [[GET THE CASHIER TO DO IT->cashier2]]

You step into the room and, in a scramble, start shoving the money into your bag. Hundreds, thousands of pounds passing through your hands. So much of it. This is the big leagues. This is what you've been planning for. Then, there's a sudden pain in your back and the air leaves your lungs. You fall to one knee, and turn around, where the cashier is holding a fire extinguisher ahead of her, ready to hit you again. [[SHOOT HER->her]] [[FIGHT HER IN THE HONOURABLE SPORT OF HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT->fight]]

You step into the room and, in a scramble, start shoving the money into your bag. Hundreds, thousands of pounds passing through your hands. So much of it. This is the big leagues. This is what you've been planning for. Then, there's a sudden pain in your back and the air leaves your lungs. You fall to one knee, and turn around, where the cashier is holding a fire extinguisher ahead of her, ready to hit you again. [[SHOOT HER->her2]] [[FIGHT HER IN THE HONOURABLE SPORT OF HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT->fight2]]

Out on the street, the people who catch sight of you and your guns gasp and scream and run the other way. You sprint across the road to the car, where Hayley is waiting. You can hear the music; see how she cracks her knuckles right before you throw yourself into the front of the car. Amy and Big Jerry are in the back, and Hayley's off, the engine screaming as she goes. She's two roads away before you hear the sirens, but she doesn't react to them, just speeds away, swerving dangerously around corners, and weaving herself through the traffic. As the first police car comes into view far behind us, the song ends and a new one turns on. It's slower, and you see Hayley's gaze flit between the road and the stereo. Someone starts singing about a break up. "Change the song," she says. "What?" Big Jerry asks. "Forget the music! Just drive!" "Change the song!" she repeats, her voice loud this time. [[CHANGE THE SONG]] [[SAY NO]]

Out on the street, the people who catch sight of you and your guns gasp and scream and run the other way. You sprint across the road to the car, where "Orange" is already moving the car. You throw yourself into the vehicle, and he speeds off, weaving in and out of traffic, passing through side roads and heading as far from the sirens as he can. It's the easiest getaway you've ever had. Amy leans forward from the back. "When do I get my money?" "When we're safe," you say. "Can't wait for my 25%," Big Jerry says, lowering his bandana. Amy scoffs. "Can't wait for my //40//." There's silence for just a moment, and you see a dark look from "Orange" sent towards you. "You're getting 40%?" Big Jerry asks. And then it's loud. Then there's arguing and too many words flying over one another, and you have no chance to help because there's shouting and then there's a gunshot. You spin around, watching as Big Jerry leans over Amy's bleeding body and, just as "Orange" takes you around a corner, opens the door and shoves her out onto the road. You watch her body roll. [[BUT YOU'RE ALIVE AND HOME FREE->stats7]]

Out on the street, the people who catch sight of you and your guns gasp and scream and run the other way. You sprint across the road to the car, where Hayley is waiting. You can hear the music; see how she cracks her knuckles right before you throw yourself into the front of the car. Amy and Big Jerry are in the back, and Hayley's off, the engine screaming as she goes. You can hear the sirens before she even pulls away from the side of the road, but that doesn't stop her. She just speeds away, swerving dangerously around corners, and weaving herself through the traffic. The angry rock music slows and a ballad comes on through the speakers. Hayley visibly tenses. "Change the song," she says. "What?" Big Jerry asks. "Forget the music! Just drive!" "Change the song!" she repeats, her voice loud this time. [[CHANGE THE SONG->change]] [[SAY NO->no]]

Out on the street, the people who catch sight of you and your guns gasp and scream and run the other way. You sprint across the road to the car, where "Orange" is already moving the car. You throw yourself into the vehicle, and he speeds off, weaving in and out of traffic, passing through side roads and heading as far from the sirens as he can. It's the easiest getaway you've ever had. Amy leans forward from the back. "When do I get my money?" "When we're safe," you say. "Can't wait for my 25%," Big Jerry says, lowering his bandana. Amy scoffs. "Can't wait for my //40//." There's silence for just a moment, and you see a dark look from "Orange" sent towards you. "You're getting 40%?" Big Jerry asks. And then it's loud. Then there's arguing and too many words flying over one another, and you have no chance to help because there's shouting and then when you look around, there's Big Jerry, pulling out his gun. [[SHOOT BIG JERRY]] [[SHOOT AMY]]

You roll your eyes. "Fine." You put a bullet in her skull and move to the next. [[THE OTHER CASHIER->ask7]]

You roll your eyes. "Fine." You put a bullet in her skull and move to the next. [[THE OTHER CASHIER->ask8]]

Out on the street, the people who catch sight of you and your guns gasp and scream and run the other way. You sprint across the road to the car, where "Orange" is already moving the car. You throw yourself into the vehicle, and he speeds off, weaving in and out of traffic, passing through side roads and heading as far from the sirens as he can. It's the easiest getaway you've ever had. Amy leans forward from the back. "When do I get my money?" "When we're safe," you say. "Can't wait for my 25%," Big Jerry says, lowering his bandana. Amy scoffs. "Can't wait for my //40//." There's silence for just a moment, and you see a dark look from "Orange" sent towards you. "You're getting 40%?" Big Jerry asks. And then it's loud. Then there's arguing and too many words flying over one another, and you have no chance to help because there's shouting and then when you look around, there's Big Jerry, pulling out his gun. [[SHOOT BIG JERRY]] [[SHOOT AMY]]

"No! Just drive, O'Ryan! Forget the song!" Hayley's frown deepens, but she keeps driving. She speeds through the streets, swerving around corners and losing the police at every turn, only for more cars to appear from another road. You know there's too many of them. Too many cop cars, too many civilian cars. Mistakes were littered in your perfectly laid plan. Hayley skids the car to a halt when she hits a line of traffic. "Out the car!" you yell, gripping the bag of money tightly as you leap from the vehicle. "Should've changed the song," Hayley complains as you begin to run. But there are police everywhere, loaded guns pointing at you. Big Jerry shoots at them and you duck behind a car for cover. But it's a losing battle, and the police shoot back - you watch Big Jerry's body fall to the ground and swear. "LOWER YOUR WEAPONS!" "GET ON THE GROUND!" [[COMPLY, FACE YOUR DEFEAT]] [[YOU'D RATHER DIE THAN BE CAPTURED]]

You lean forward and change the song over until you see something you recognise. It has a fast beat to it. You look over at Hayley, who nods, and you're flung back against the door as she skids around a lorry, onto a tiny side street. The police car, far behind you, can't make the turn and continues on. Big Jerry swears and shakes his head, but you don't pay attention to him. Keeping your driver happy is important, especially if they're your only escape. Coming out from that street, there's another police car, flashing blue and racing towards you. Hayley darts out onto the road, the Merc speeding away, but the police car - now two, three of them - is catching. [[SHOOT AT THE POLICE]] [[DON'T SHOOT]]

She drives. And drives. And drives. You reach an underground car park and switch cars. You're in the driver's seat, Hayley next to you. Amy and Big Jerry take the other car. You take off your bandana. The police are searching for a blue Mercedes. You drive a red Fiat Punto. You're home free. [[STATS->stats4]]

You lower the window and shoot at the police, catching a few as you go. Bullets rain down on the Mercedes, breaking the windows. Hayley swerves the car away from the intitial storm, but there's a second - the police are closing in from all sides. Then you feel the splatter of blood against your skin. The Mercedes crashes into a parked car at the side of the road, and you look over to Hayley, finding her slumped with a deep, red hole in her temple. In this pause, the police advance. "GET OUT OF THE CAR!" "PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPONS!" [[COMPLY WITH THE PO-PO]] [[NEVER! HAYLEY'S DEATH WILL NOT BE IN VAIN!]]

Hayley keeps driving, but the world is against you. The police block every road - there are guns drawn everywhere, and you don't shoot at them. They'll start shooting if you do. "GET OUT OF THE CAR!" "LOWER YOUR WEAPONS!" [[COMPLY, YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A CRIMINAL]]

You're arrested with your accomplices. Hayley tries to run once more, but is eventually caught. [[STATS->stats3]]

Idiot. You shoot and shoot and shoot and get shot at in return. You were asking for it really. You bleed out on the street, and your last sight is of Amy, raising her hands above her head and Hayley, ducking behind another car and running as fast as her legs can carry her. [[STATS->stats2]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[AFTERMATH->aftermath2]]

No one comes to your funeral. You let your criminal life replace your family and friends. Hayley O'Ryan is as good a get-away runner as she is a driver and evades capture. You should've changed the music. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Don't die this time.)

Big Jerry has a funeral, but you don't go. You wouldn't if you weren't in prison, anyway. You weren't those kind of friends. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Do better next time, okay?)

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[AFTERMATH->aftermath3]]

The money is cut four ways (with Amy's percentage unnaturally high - though the others aren't allowed to know it) and you watch all the news stories about the robbery. You start planning your next heist in the back of your mind. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Can you rob this bank again?)

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: THREE [[AFTERMATH->CONGRATS]]

You and your remaining accomplices are arrested. [[STATS->stats5]]

Ducking, you try to escape the car, but there's gunfire everywhere - gunfire you caused. Amy and Big Jerry try to follow you out but the bullets are breaking their skin, slicing into their bodies. And then one hits you, and its like no pain you've felt before. Another. One in the chest. And then, you're in darkness. [[STATS->stats9]]

You and your accomplices are arrested. [[STATS->stats6]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[AFTERMATH->aftermath4]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: THREE [[AFTERMATH->aftermath5]]

You don't go to Hayley's funeral. You're in prison. You hear there was a large turn out. You're not surprised. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Don't kill Hayley next time, got it?)

You're not a fan of prison. The food isn't great. Your cellmate is nice though - but they're a four-time murderer, so you sleep with one eye open. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (You can do better than that.)

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[CONGRATS->congrats2]]

After a lot of arguing with Big Jerry, and a lot of evil glares from "Orange", you get your even third of the money. Big Jerry, however, is a named wanted man after his face was caught on camera as he shoved Amy's body out of the car. At Amy's funeral, you watched from afar as her coffin was lowered into the ground. You get the feeling that Big Jerry might be watching, too. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Good job, I guess. Can you do better?)

You shoot Big Jerry before he has a chance to shoot Amy. You look away, back to where "Orange" is driving, so you don't have to look at his body. "Thank you," Amy says, quiet. "Orange" doesn't speak. He keeps driving, and soon the sirens are catching up, and police are blocking roads and "Orange" never was the most loyal, you suppose, because when he stops the car at last, no road left to drive, he leaps out immedaitely and runs off down a side street. You cock your gun, watching as a few of the police chase him on foot. "We make it out of this," you say to Amy, "you can have 50%." Amy lifts Big Jerry's gun - the semi-automatic. It's a pipe dream. There are too many of them compared to the two of you. "LOWER YOUR WEAPONS!" The police shout. "Let's earn our reward," Amy says. [[GO DOWN FIGHTING]]

You shoot Amy before Big Jerry has the chance to even threaten her with it. Her head snaps back against the headrest before she slumps forward. Blood splatters against the back window. Big Jerry stares at you, wide-eyed. "Orange" takes his eyes off the road for a moment too long as he watches you, and has to swerve to avoid collision with another car. "She isn't getting a higher cut anymore," you say, though maybe you just killed her so Big Jerry couldn't have the satisfaction. You're not sure. "I'll dump the body," Big Jerry says, leaning across her to her door. "Don't," you reply. "We'll bury her ourselves." You take a long look at her body. [["ORANGE" KEEPS DRIVING->stats8]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[CONGRATS->congrats3]]

You leave Amy's body in the McLaren and "Orange" takes the car to get crushed. You count out the money and when Big Jerry comes to collect, you give him less than a third. It's his fault Amy's dead, anyway. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (In some ending, Amy lives. Try to find it.)

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: ONE [[AFTERMATH->aftermath6]]

You're dead. I hope you're happy. When you reach Hell, Big Jerry's waiting for you, and he's really pissed off. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (You can do better than this.)

"This is a robbery," you announce. "Please get on the ground or we will be forced to act in a hostile manner." No one moves. "Well, I tried being polite." [[WAVE THE GUN AROUND AND YELL->wave6]]

"This is a robbery," you announce. "Please get on the ground or we will be forced to act in a hostile manner." No one moves. "Well, I tried being polite." [[WAVE THE GUN AROUND AND YELL->wave5]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: ZERO [[AFTERMATH->aftermath8]]

No one comes to your funeral, but you don't know that. Maybe, though, if Hayley had lived, she would've. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (You got the Everybody Dies Ending, huh?)

She drops to the follow and now you have everyone's attention. "This is a robbery!" You announce, turning and waving your gun around. "Please remain calm and we won't have to kill you!" You look to the remaining cashier, who's quivering where she stands. "Money. Bag. Now." She starts unloading notes into the bag and you watch, smiling. Big Jerry totes his gun around the room as he looks over the customers, occasionally taking their jewellery or, in some cases, the money from their bags. "Wonderful," you say, taking the bag when she's done. Then you shoot her. [["HEY!" SOMEONE SHOUTS]]

You nod to Big Jerry, who shoots her. Her body drops. "This is a robbery!" You announce, turning and waving your gun around. "Please remain calm and we won't have to kill you!" You look to the remaining cashier, who's quivering where she stands. "Money. Bag. Now." She starts unloading notes into the bag and you watch, smiling. Big Jerry totes his gun around the room as he looks over the customers, occasionally taking their jewellery or, in some cases, the money from their bags. "Wonderful," you say, taking the bag when she's done. Then you shoot her. [["HEY!" SOMEONE SHOUTS]]

You turn, finding the security guard standing with his baton out in the doorway. You don't see a gun. [[SHOOT HIM]] [[SHOOT A HOSTAGE AS A POWER MOVE]]

In three shots, he's on the ground and you're running out the door, bag in hand, Big Jerry on your tail. Out front, you see the car, flashy and red. But there isn't a driver. [[THERE IS, HOWEVER, A NOTE IN THE WINDOW]]

You shoot the nearest civilian and she screams, blood spurting from a fresh wound. She falls to her knees and someone bends down to help her. "Don't move," Big Jerry says. "Or the next one's going in you." They freeze and you turn back to the guard. "Or," you say, "the next bullet could go in you. Out the way." He pauses before going slack. He moves aside. You and Big Jerry head for the door. [[SHOOT THE GUARD ANYWAY]]

//YOU WANTED TO DRIVE, ASSHOLE// [[OH SHIT]]

"That piece of shit," Big Jerry says. "Indeed," you reply. You have a few seconds. The bomb will distract for only a minute. The bomb won't attract every cop car. [[HOTWIRE THE CAR->hotwire3]] [[STEAL A CAR]]

Out front, you see the car, flashy and red. But there isn't a driver. [[THERE IS, HOWEVER, A NOTE IN THE WINDOW]]

You run back out into the centre of the road and a car skids to a halt ahead of you. You point your gun at the driver, running around to their door. "Get out the car!" Big Jerry runs to the passenger side, pulls it open and yanks the passenger out. The driver's side door opens and the man sitting there climbs out, asking you not to shoot. You shove him aside and jump into his car, accelerating away before Big Jerry even shuts his door. You do well for a minute. You drive dangerously, recklessly; weaving in and out of the traffic - but you're no Rex. You're no getaway driver. When the police cars come, and they do, you can't swerve like Rex - you can't evade capture, can't perform 180-degree turns, can't mislead the cops like him. So, eventually, you reach their blockade and skid to a stop. Big Jerry looks at you from the passenger seat. "I got a daughter," he tells you, "and it's gonna be your fault if I don't get to see her for the next ten years." Though, really, you think it's his. [[LEAVE THE CAR WITH YOUR HANDS UP]]

Your feet pound against the pavement as you sprint down the street, gun in one hand, bag of cash in the other. Big Jerry is right on your heel as you go; the two of you barrelling through busy city streets. The sirens shouldn't be so close, but they are. They're searching for you. And then they're ahead of you; flashing lights that make you swerve, sending you down a side road. The empty road fills with the sound of sirens. Was the bomb not big enough? Or were you too slow? Maybe you should've killed everyone in that bank, or maybe that asshole shouldn't have slashed the goddamn tyres. A cop leaps from the car, gun in hand and promptly ducks away when Big Jerry fires on him. You turn to run back, but there's a car there, too. //Shit.// Three police - four, now - all with guns pointed straight at you. "DROP THE GUNS!" "PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" "GET ON THE GROUND" [[COMPLY, YOU SORRY EXCUSE FOR A BANK ROBBER]]

You and your accomplices are arrested. Francis included. [[STATS->stats10]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[AFTERMATH->aftermath9]]

While you're in prison, you send word out for someone to find and murder Rex. The little shit deserves it, and it brings you a small sense of satisfaction. You also request Big Jerry's undoing, too. Just for kicks, really. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Hey, have you ever heard of winning?)

You turn, finding the security guard standing with his baton out in the doorway. You don't see a gun. [[SHOOT HIM->shoot4]] [[SHOOT A HOSTAGE AS A POWER MOVE->hostage]]

In three shots, he's on the ground and you're running out the door, bag in hand, Big Jerry on your tail. Out front, you see the car, vibrant blue. The song Hayley switched on is still playing and she's singing into a waterbottle that she throws onto the back seat when you enter her line of sight. Immediately, the engine revs and she's ready as you leap into the car. She reverses down the street, turning suddenly onto another road and flooring it past the traffic. She makes good time before the sirens get close. They were distant for so long, distracted by the explosion, but now they're chasing you, and she brakes hard as you come to the end of a long line of traffic. [["OUTTA THE CAR", YOU SAY]]

You run down the street, gun in one hand, bag in the other. The traffic spreads along the road to where you can see a traffic light, currently bright red. The sirens are gaining. "That one!" Hayley shouts, pointing towards the first car in the line up. It's green, no where near as fast as the Merc Hayley had lovingly chosen. At the car, you bang on the window with your gun and force the driver from the car. Hayley leaps into the driver's seat and you follow Big Jerry into the back. The light turns amber. Hayley is tuning the radio. "Move!" you yell, but it's no use. The light changes to green, and you watch out of the back window as policemen run along the road, guns drawn. "O'RYAN," you shout. The radio keeps tuning. [[SHOOT THE COPS THROUGH THE BACK WINDOW]] [[WAIT FOR HAYLEY]]

Out front, you see the car, vibrant blue. The song Hayley switched on is still playing and she's singing into a waterbottle that she throws onto the back seat when you enter her line of sight. Immediately, the engine revs and she's ready as you leap into the car. She reverses down the street, turning suddenly onto another road and flooring it past the traffic. She makes good time before the sirens get close. They were distant for so long, distracted by the explosion, but now they're chasing you, and she brakes hard as you come to the end of a long line of traffic. [["OUTTA THE CAR", YOU SAY]]

You turn, raising your gun and shooting as the radio turns and tunes and spins and the noises cut in and out, separated with static. Glass sprays around and the police duck behind cars. You lay down a covering fire and Hayley swears as she struggles to find a radio station. "Just go!" Big Jerry yells. The light is green. The police are advancing. You let out another spray of bullets. "Fine!" Hayley replies, but you can tell that the music's not right. It's not like the song she sent you off to - it's got more of a beat, less anger in the lyrics. You speed away from the line of traffic, and are met with flashing blue cars on either side, keeping pace as Hayley tries to get ahead. She growls and slams on her brakes, the car lurching back behind the police. Hayley swerves the car away, down another road, but there are cars still behind you. The police are still following. Hayley lets out a colourful string of curses, and you recognise something familiar: she's lost the faith. You wish she'd found the right song. The car makes another corner, between two buildings, but there's a cop car waiting there, police with their guns drawn. Hayley starts to reverse as they park behind you, too. [[SHIT]]

The police get closer. The radio turns over. Big Jerry's swearing gets louder. [[AND THEN THE GUITARS CRASH THROUGH THE SPEAKERS]]

You are arrested with your accomplices. [[STATS->stats11]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: THREE [[AFTERMATH->aftermath10]]

You read the newspaper in prison. It burns you up a little inside that Francis wasn't caught when the rest of you were. You organise a meeting to rat him out in exchange for a shorter sentence. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (You can do better than this.)

Hayley is a devil in the streets. She's a storm and a typhoon and a tsunami. You can't even keep track of where you're headed with her at the wheel. [[THE SINGER IS DROWNED OUT BY THEIR MUSICIANS]]

At a multi-storey car park, you switch cars and Big Jerry takes the wheel. Hayley relaxes in the back of the car. [[THE ROAD IS WIDE OPEN AHEAD OF YOU]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: SUCCEEDED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: THREE [[CONGRATS->congrats4]]

Winning feels good. So does spending the money. There are other banks out there, you figure. More money for you. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Good job, I suppose)

You turn, finding the security guard standing with his baton out in the doorway. You don't see a gun. [[SHOOT HIM->shoot9]] [[SHOOT A HOSTAGE AS A POWER MOVE->hostage2]]

Big Jerry shoots the guard and you watch him fall to the ground. He's still alive, wailing and squirming. As you pass him, towards the door, you consider sending a bullet into his head, but decide against it. Then you keep going. Outside, a Black McLaren pulls up in front of you, "Orange" not even sparing you a glance as you climb in. The wheels squeal and the car races off down the street. You check the money in the bag as "Orange" drives, counting it up in your head. There's not as much as you'd hoped for. Why didn't you go into the vault? It was always there, on your plan - but you decided against it. Big Jerry had said that going into the vault would be riskier, even with the bomb. In fact, splitting this amount of money four ways... it's almost not even worth robbing the bank in the first place. An idea pops into your head. [[SHOOT BIG JERRY->shootjerry]] [[DON'T SHOOT HIM]]

Outside, a Black McLaren pulls up in front of you, "Orange" not even sparing you a glance as you climb in. The wheels squeal and the car races off down the street. You check the money in the bag as "Orange" drives, counting it up in your head. There's not as much as you'd hoped for. Why didn't you go into the vault? It was always there, on your plan - but you decided against it. Big Jerry had said that going into the vault would be riskier, even with the bomb. In fact, splitting this amount of money four ways... it's almost not even worth robbing the bank in the first place. An idea pops into your head. [[SHOOT BIG JERRY->shootjerry]] [[DON'T SHOOT HIM]]

The sirens start heading towards you eventually, but you've had a head start - one long enough fro "Orange" to put a considerable distance between you and the cops. You switch cars when you need to, but it all feels a little worthless. There's barely enough money in the haul to split. You get away with the robbery, but no one's happy when you dish out the money. [[STATS->stats12]]

The gunshot sounds before you even know what you're doing. There's shock in Big Jerry's eyes and he reaches for his weapon. You shoot him again. And again. And once more for luck. "Orange" looks away from the road, wide-eyed. "What the hell," he says, the only words you've ever heard him say. You're probably more shocked than he is. [["DON'T WORRY," YOU SAY. "JUST KEEP DRIVING."]]

You pose a further idea to "Orange", as he drives. "What if we get rid of Ezikiel, too?" "Orange" doesn't take his eyes from the road. "A fifty-fifty split might be worth doing. If we don't, this will've been the worst robbery known to man. We barely got anything." "Orange" looks over to you. Almost imperceptibly, he nods. [[STATS->stats13]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: THREE [[CONGRATS, I GUESS]]

You have to listen to Big Jerry and Francis bitch about their cuts for a solid hour before they leave you alone. "Orange" just gives you the middle finger and steals a lamp from the office when he goes. Your cut might just about cover groceries for a month. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Victory never tasted so crap, huh?)

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: ONE [[CONGRATS->congrats5]]

You know where Francis is hiding out after the explosion. You find a payphone, make an anonymous call to the police and leave straight after. The next day, Francis Ezikiel's face is plastered over the front pages of all the papers after being arrested for the bomb. "Orange" almost smiles, but doesn't, when he takes his cut of the money. You do, though. You smile and watch the McLaren, Big Jerry's body still inside, crumple inside the car crusher. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Let's not betray your buddies next time, okay?)

You point your pistol at the nearest cashier, storming towards them. She's young, terrified, with her hands raised in surrender. "Vault," you say. "Take me there." You tell Big Jerry to look after the hostages and, keeping your pistol raised, follow the cashier through, her shaking the whole way. At the first door, she says, "I need to put in a code." "Go on." She presses at the buttons until a light turns green and you're through the first door, heading back into an office area where you lodge the barrel of the gun into the small of her back to force her forward. "Okay, okay." She takes you through another door and down a flight of stairs until you're faced with a circular door of steel. A keypad and card reader on the right, and a locking wheel in the centre of the door. She looks to you for confirmation and you shove her forward. She presses in a code, swipes her card and turns the wheel. [[THE VAULT OPENS->opens3]]

You point your pistol at the nearest cashier, storming towards them. She's young, terrified, with her hands raised in surrender. The other is crouched on the floor, quivering. "Money," you say. "Hand it over. Now." She hesitates, and then starts piling the money into your bag. "Not the bottom ones," you say. You know that trick. She does as she's told, and a moment later, you're heading back out to the street, Randall taking the gun you hand him as you go. [[YOU'RE OUTTA HERE->outta11]]

You point your pistol at the nearest cashier, storming towards them. She's young, terrified, with her hands raised in surrender. The other is crouched on the floor, quivering. "Money," you say. "Hand it over. Now." She hesitates, and then starts piling the money into your bag. "Not the bottom ones," you say. You know that trick. She does as she's told, and a moment later, you're heading back out to the street, Randall taking the gun you hand him as you go. [[YOU'RE OUTTA HERE->outta13]]

You point your pistol at the nearest cashier, storming towards them. She's young, terrified, with her hands raised in surrender. The other is crouched on the floor, quivering. "Money," you say. "Hand it over. Now." She hesitates, and then starts piling the money into your bag. "Not the bottom ones," you say. You know that trick. She does as she's told, and a moment later, you're heading back out to the street, Randall taking the gun you hand him as you go. [[YOU'RE OUTTA HERE->outta12]]

Past the door there's a small room, grey in colour. In the centre is a metallic pallet, piled high with clean, new bank notes. You take one more look at the cashier and send a bullet flying through her gut, then you scramble to fill your bag with the money. Upstairs, the hostages are lying on the floor, still shaking and crying and pleading quietly. You head straight past them, to where Big Jerry stands with his semi-automatic. Randall Staunton, now finished distracting the guard, stands next to him, toting a gun from your suitcase. Faintly, in the distance, you can hear the sirens of the police, copping onto the robbery. There must've been a silent alarm somewhere. Or maybe someone outside phoned. Either way, [[YOU'RE OUTTA HERE->outta8]]

Out on the street, though, Rex and his red BMW are nowhere to be seen. "He's ditched us," Big Jerry growls. "This is your fault," you tell him. [[RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN]]

Out on the street, though, "Orange" and his black McLaren are nowhere to be seen. "He ditched us," you growl. "Asshole" Big Jerry says. "Why'd you bring up the last job, anyway?" [[RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN]]

Out on the street, though, Hayley and her blue Mercedes are nowhere to be seen. "She ditched us," you growl. "This is your fault," Big Jerry says. "You shoulda let her do her stupid music thing." [[RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN]]

Out on the street, though, Rex and his red BMW are nowhere to be seen. "He's ditched us," Big Jerry growls. "This is your fault," you tell him. [[RUN WHILE YOU STILL CAN]]

You run the only direction you can think of: away from the police station, and towards the secondary car you were supposed to switch to. Big Jerry complains the whole time. Randall curses a lot. It's very difficult to look inconspicuous while covering your face with a bandana and running through the streets with loaded guns. You don't manage it well. You keep running and you force yourself to sprint even faster when the sirens start in the distance. But you're on foot, the cops are in their cars, and traffic is moving too quickly for you to steal anything. So you're just going, tightly gripping your money bag and hoping that you can find a way out of this before you're caught. But there are the cops, and Big Jerry is spraying them with bullets, and Randall is shoving a woman ahead of him like a human shield, and you duck behind a car; windows shattering right above your head. You look at your accomplices. You look at the woman, caught with bullets before the cops stopped shooting them. You know your choices. In the end, they're the only two choices you'll ever have. [[GO DOWN FIGHTING->fighting]] [[COMPLY WITH THE COPS]]

You are shot before you see the deaths of your friends. [[STATS->stats14]]

You and your accomplices are arrested. [[STATS->stats15]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[AFTERMATH->aftermath11]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[AFTERMATH->aftermath12]]

No one comes to your funeral, but you don't know that. No one goes to Big Jerry's and Randall's either, though. [[PLAY AGAIN]] ('They All Die In The End' is a cop-out ending)

From prison, you send out your remaining people to make your ex-getaway driver's life a living hell. They deserve it, that fucker. In prison, though, the food isn't all that bad and you get two hours of TV time a day. Maybe you should've come here earlier. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (There's an 'Everyone Dies At The End' ending out there, if you want it)

The vault is through a series of doors and down a flight of stairs, where a circular door of steel stands, opposing and silent. You prod forward the cashier with your gun, and with a shaking hand she types in the numbers to the keypad, swipes her card across the card reader and pulls on the wheel in the centre of the door until it swings open. Inside is a grey room, with a large stack of notes piled up in the centre. "BOSS!" Amy's voice calls from up the stairs. "Police are here!" They're early. You expected to have more time. [[SHOOT THE CASHIER AND GRAB THE MONEY]]

Back upstairs, your bag heavy with cash, you hide behind the counter with Amy. The Destroyer is closer to the doors, still out of sight from the outside, but with a good angle on the door, should the police come inside. "We claimed we have hostages," Amy tells you. It's a bold lie, considering there are twenty bodies dead on the floor. "Is Rex still outside?" you ask. Amy nods. "Waiting on us." [[OKAY PLAN B]]

"Let's wait it out a bit longer," you say. "Destroyer-" "//The// Destroyer," he corrects. "The Destroyer, signal Rex. Bring the car to us." The Destroyer moves from his crouch, rolls across the ground and makes his way to the window. He ducks in and out, trying to catch Rex's attention. After whistling and knocking lightly on the glass, it's clear that Rex hasn't seen any of it. The Destroyer pulls out his burner phone, rolling his eyes. He dials and presses the phone to his ear. "Bring the car to us," he says, then hangs up and ducks back to where you're standing. A minute passes before a police car smashes through the front window of Richman's Circle, and the shouts from outside begin. [[TO THE CAR]]

In the front seat of the cop car, Rex smirks. You leap into the car, ducking down as far as you can go as the gun fire begins on the police car. Rex reverses the car out of the building, hitting someone in the process, and slams his foot down on the accelerator. He drives you down the pavement, pedestrians jumping aside, before sending you onto the road and squealing away from the police, now rushing to their cars. He swerves violently and recklessly around corners, taking the turns wide and fast - weaving in and out of traffic and heading away from main roads before turning back onto them. Traffic begins to get worse, and he doesn't even hesitate before reaching over and switching on the sirens. The bullet-riddled car screams and flashes blue, and traffic moves aside for it, creating a path for him to fly through. He doesn't look phased when we come upon a police blockade - just swerves suddenly to the right and keeps on going. [[YOU HAVE A DAMN GOOD DRIVER]]

After switching cars somewhere along the line, you have time to think, driving the car with Rex in the passenger seat, chewing gum and listening to music on his headphones. Amy was no help in this heist and The Destroyer... The Destroyer killed everyone. There are very different sentences in prison for bank robbers and mass murderers - and there are very different amounts of resources that police use for catching the two. There are decisions to be made, and that bag of money at Rex's feet is involved in it. [[KILL AMY - SHE'S USELESS]] [[KILL THE DESTROYER - HE COULD'VE KILLED YOU]] [[KILL REX - WHY NOT]] [[KILL NO ONE]]

As Amy climbs out of the car, you shoot her through the side of the head. She's dead before she hits the ground. [[KILL THE DETROYER TOO]] [[THAT'S ENOUGH]]

As The Destroyer climbs out of the car, when you're finally safe, you shoot him three times in the back of the head. Faster than he's able to draw his weapon. [[KILL AMY - FINISH THE JOB]] [[THAT'S ENOUGH KILLING]]

You consider it for a second, and then you realise that's a stupid thing to do and don't. Why would you want to hurt Rex? [[KILL AMY - SHE'S USELESS]] [[KILL THE DESTROYER - HE COULD'VE KILLED YOU]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: THREE [[CONGRATS->congrats6]]

You split the money up evenly and go your separate ways. During the next job, you don't call Amy. And you don't call The Destroyer unless you know you're going to be in for a fire fight. You, do, however, call Rex, because he's a damn good driver with access to very pretty cars. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (There are endings where Rex dies. Please don't find them)

Amy and Rex stare at you in shock. You lift the bag. "Three way split?" you suggest. [[STATS->stats17]]

As Amy turns around, shocked, you shoot her over the roof of the car. Her face disappears behind the gore. Rex ducks behind the car, weaponless. "Don't worry," you say, "I'm not gonna shoot you - not when you can drive like that." Hesitant, he reappears. "You sure?" he asks. You smile and raise the money bag so he can see. "Swear on our prize money." [[STATS->stats16]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: ONE [[CONGRATS->congrats8]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[CONGRATS->congrats7]]

You should've shot The Destroyer first and you realise it too late. As your body turns to point the gun at him, his weapon is already raised, finger on the trigger, and miniature explosions sound from his gun. You get one shot off before three puncture your skin. [[STATS->stats19]]

The Destroyer's weapon is on you in a heartbeat and you raise your hands in surrender. "No point keeping her around," you tell him. "Anyway, that's a bigger cut for the rest of us." [[STATS->stats18]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[CONGRATS->congrats9]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: WELL, YOU'RE DEAD, SO????? ONE? MAYBE? [[AFTERMATH->aftermath18]]

The Destroyer wraps Amy's body in plastic, ties weights around her legs and drops her into the river. You just watch. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Wow, you betrayed your collegues? That's not nice)

Rex drives for you every now and again, but you can tell his wary. Maybe it makes him work harder, maybe it makes him afraid of you - but either way, you're still raking in the cash, and neither of you have to worry about rent money ever again. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (You can do better than killing all your partners)

You have to find a new diversion for your jobs, but you don't mind too much. The Destroyer knows a guy who likes blowing things up and doesn't care about people's lives - which, really is on par for the sort of friends you imagine he'd have. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Hey let's not kill Amy again okay she's cool)

As a ghost, you watch as The Destroyer gives Rex five percent of the money and walks off into the night. As a ghost, you haunt the fuck out of The Destroyer's apartment and knock everything he owns off his shelves. As a ghost, you occasionally write encouraging messages on Rex's steamed-up mirror and smile as he whispers his thanks to "the ghost living in his appartment". [[PLAY AGAIN]] (This is secret ghost ending)

Back upstairs, your bag heavy with cash, you hide behind the counter with Amy. The Destroyer is closer to the doors, still out of sight from the outside, but with a good angle on the door, should the police come inside. "We claimed we have hostages," Amy tells you. It's a bold lie, considering there are twenty bodies dead on the floor. "Is Hayley still outside?" you ask. Amy nods. "Waiting on us." [[FINE PLAN B]]

"Let's wait it out a bit longer," you say. "Destroyer-" "//The// Destroyer," he corrects. "The Destroyer, call Hayley. Bring the car to us." The Destroyer pulls out his burner phone. He dials and presses the phone to his ear. "Bring the car to us," he says, then hangs up. Only a few seconds pass before the sound of guitars hits your ears. Following it is a bright blue Mercedes smashing through the front window of Richman's Circle. [[TO THE CAR->car]]

You leap into the car, ducking down as far as you can go as the gun fire begins on the Mercedes. Hayley reverses the car out of the building, hitting someone in the process, and slams her foot down on the accelerator. She drives you down the pavement, pedestrians jumping aside, before sending you onto the road and squealing away from the police, now rushing to their cars. She swerves violently and recklessly around corners, taking the turns wide and fast - weaving in and out of traffic and heading away from main roads before turning back onto them. Eventually, she's far enough ahead that she ducks the Merc into a side street and backs out of sight. You're silent as the sirens speed right past us, and when they're gone, Hayley heads back out onto the road in the other direction. [[YOU HAVE A DAMN GOOD DRIVER->babydriver]]

After switching cars somewhere along the line, you have time to think, driving the car with Hayley in the passenger seat, tapping her foot to the music on the radio. In the back, The Destroyer and Amy bicker about something. You think it might be politics - but Amy's getting riled up and The Destroyer is smirking like this means he's winning. You look over to Hayley, and she meets your eye for a moment. You give a small nod to the people in the back seat, and she takes the gun from the cupholder you shoved it in. Your other one is still sitting neatly in your lap. She holds it casually, like she's just looking, but it's an answer. It's an answer you didn't expect from Hayley - you assumed she'd oppose it. Eventually, you park the car. The four of you climb out. [[SHOOT THE DESTROYER]] [[DON'T SHOOT HIM->betrayal]]

You get a shot off before he has a chance to react. You send another into his skull, just in case. At the same moment, Hayley shoots Amy in the head, and the two fall down in tandem, their bodies crumpling to the floor. You look over a Hayley, half wary, but she lowers the gun. "I don't know how to dispose of bodies," she tells you. "Don't worry," you reply, "I'll teach you." [[STATS->stats20]]

As you climb out of the car, you consider shooting The Destroyer in the back of the head. But, like the flick of a switch, you decide not to. You don't have time to tell Hayley. Before you're fully out of the car, there's a bang and Amy's head is more gore than anything else and she's falling to her knees. Hayley looks over to you, and you catch too many emotions in her eyes. Shock, betrayal, confusion. The Destroyer's gun is raised on her in a second and she freezes. "What the hell was that?" he demands. Hayley stutters for words and looks at you, desperation in her eyes. [[HELP HER OUT]] [[LET'S NOT]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: ONE [[CONGRATS->congrats10]]

"It had to be done," you say before The Destroyer can shoot Hayley. "Amy was a weak link. It's better this way." Hayley nods, like this was the plan. "Besides, she didn't come in handy today. Maybe next time she might've, but I can't risk that again. Hayley did what any one of us would do." Slowly, The Destroyer lowers his gun. "Warn a guy next time." "Absolutely," you lie. You figure Hayley will want you to make this up to her some day. [[STATS->stats21]]

"What the fuck, O'Ryan?" you cry, pretending to be shocked. There's shock and rage and hurt in her eyes and for a heartbeat, you feel bad about it. "You-" she gets out, before a bullet lands itself in her chest. As she stares down at it, surprised, another flies into her forehead. "I don't like backstabbers," The Destroyer tells you. It feels a little like a threat, so you nod and heft the money in one hand. "I thought she was better than that," you tell him. [[STATS->stats22]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[CONGRATS->congrats11]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: ONE [[CONGRATS->congrats12]]

You show Hayley how to dump a body in a river, and leave one in the boot of a car to be crushed. She takes the lesson on board, and there's an edge to her that you notice, standing in the junk yard - something that wasn't there before. Maybe next time, she'll carry her own gun. Or maybe, she'll shoot first. Or, hopefully, she'll follow you in this game you're playing and you'll have at least one person who's totally loyal. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (You saved her, but you also corrupted her - do better next time)

She doesn't trust you like you want her to, and she doesn't accept any more jobs from you, either. Sometimes, jumping into the car at the end of a heist, you're a little worried because it's not her in the driver's seat. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Do better, don't ruin her trust like that)

You don't tell anyone this, but sometimes when you leave the shower there are threatening notes written in the steam on your mirror and you could've sworn they're written in Hayley's handwriting. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Don't betray Hayley next time, asshole)

Back upstairs, your bag heavy with cash, you hide behind the counter with Amy. The Destroyer is closer to the doors, still out of sight from the outside, but with a good angle on the door, should the police come inside. "We claimed we have hostages," Amy tells you. It's a bold lie, considering there are twenty bodies dead on the floor. "Is "Orange" still outside?" you ask. Amy nods. "Waiting on us." [[FINE PLAN B->b]]

"Let's wait it out a bit longer," you say. "Destroyer-" "//The// Destroyer," he corrects. "The Destroyer, call "Orange". Bring the car to us." The Destroyer pulls out his burner phone. He dials and presses the phone to his ear. "Bring the car to us," he says, then hangs up. You wait a solid minute before the McLaren crashes through the front window of Richman's Circle. "Orange", blood smeared on his face from what must've been a close shot, just stares at you. [[TO THE CAR->car2]]

You leap into the car, ducking down as far as you can go as the gun fire begins on the McLaren. "Orange" reverses the car out of the building, hitting someone in the process, and slams his foot down on the accelerator. He drives you down the pavement, pedestrians jumping aside, before sending you onto the road and squealing away from the police, now rushing to their cars. He swerves violently and recklessly around corners, taking the turns wide and fast - weaving in and out of traffic and heading away from main roads before turning back onto them. Eventually, he's far enough ahead to skid into a levelled car park, leap out of the car and break into another. He hotwires it in seconds and you're off again in a Ford, as the police search for the McLaren. [[YOU HAVE A DAMN GOOD DRIVER->babydriver2]]

After switching cars again at the scheduled car park, you have time to think, driving the car with "Orange" in the passenger seat, staring blankly ahead. In the back, The Destroyer and Amy bicker about something. You think it might be politics - but Amy's getting riled up and The Destroyer is smirking like this means he's winning. You look over to "Orange", and he meets your eye for a moment. You give a small nod to the people in the back seat, and he pulls out his gun. Yours is still sitting neatly in your lap. He holds it casually, like he's just looking, but it's an answer. Eventually, you park the car. The four of you climb out. [[SHOOT THE DESTROYER->killkillkill]] [[DON'T SHOOT HIM->betrayal2]]

You get a shot off before he has a chance to react. You send another into his skull, just in case. At the same moment, "Orange" shoots Amy in the head, and the two fall down in tandem, their bodies crumpling to the floor. You look over a "Orange", half wary, but he lowers the gun. "Good job," you say, lowering yours. "Orange" nods once, raises his weapon and shoots. Everything goes black. [[STATS->stats23]]

As you climb out of the car, you consider shooting The Destroyer in the back of the head. But, like the flick of a switch, you decide not to. You don't have time to tell "Orange". Before you're fully out of the car, there's a bang and Amy's head is more gore than anything else and she's falling to her knees. "Orange" looks over to you, as if waiting. But you don't move. The Destroyer's gun is raised on him in a second. "What the hell was that?" he demands. "Orange", like always, says nothing. He looks to you. [[HELP HIM OUT]] [[LET'S NOT->nah]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: ZERO [[AFTERMATH->aftermath19]]

You're dead. There is no aftermath for you. I hear "Orange" is doing well, though. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Wow, you have to be a certain brand of terrible to get killed by //"Orange"//)

"Good job, "Orange"," you say before The Destroyer can shoot him. "We were all thinking about doing it. You're the only one with the initiative to do it. Orange still stares at you. There's no emotion to find on his face. Slowly, The Destroyer lowers his gun. "Warn a guy next time." "Absolutely," you lie. You figure "Orange" will want you to make this up to him. You decide to give him a bigger percentage of the cash. Maybe then he won't murder you in your sleep. [[STATS->stats24]]

"What the fuck?" you cry, pretending to be shocked. "Orange" looks to you and before anyone has a chance to breathe another breath, he's shooting you. There's a slice of pain and then you're gone. [[STATS->stats25]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[CONGRATS->congrats13]]

"Orange" doesn't murder you in your sleep, but he does arrange for some friends of his to beat the shit out of you three nights later. A week after that, your power goes goes and your water stops working, and you're pretty sure who arranged that. Then you find a snake in your bed, and you figure you should just move. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (I mean, you succeeedin the robbery, but I wouldn't call this a win)

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: ONE [[AFTERMATH->aftermath20]]

Well, you're dead. And so is "Orange", as he doesn't speak and so didn't have a chance to explain himself to The Destroyer. You know "Orange" is dead because you meet him in Hell. It's not Hell to him, though - that's not in his religion. I could go on about how "Orange"'s perception of the afterlife is different to yours, despite you both acknowledging each other's presence in these individual places you're occupying at the same time, but that's unimportant. Also, The Destroyer took all the cash. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (There are better endings than the Hell ending)

The Destroyer makes his way around the room, tugging off bracelets, necklaces, rings. He takes watches, too; stuffing them in the pockets of his trenchcoat and in the suitcase. The cashier finishes with the cash, and you yank the bag away. Two minutes left, not bad. [[HEAD FOR THE CAR]]

Outside, people only panic when they see the guns. You don't hear any sirens yet, but a guard from a nearby store does take a bullet to the gut from The Destroyer when they ask you to stop. That makes people scream. Rex gets you away from them, fast. He speeds down the streets, away from the detonation target. With less than fifteen seconds before the bomb is due to go off, Rex spins the car into a side alley. "You sure about this?" he asks. [[YES - PLAN A'S A WINNER]] [[OKAY, NO, LET'S DO PLAN B]]

"Trust me," you reply, so Rex parks the car and you all jump out, rushing down the alley to where an inconspicuous Corsa Excite is parked. Out of all the cars you've ever seen, it's the least Exciting. You jump into the Corsa and start off, driving at the speed limit, bandanas now hidden. You try to look as casual as possible, sitting in the car, and just as you pull out onto the main road, you can hear the distant thud of an explosion. It's far away from you and you have a head start on your escape. You let out a breath and Rex keeps driving as if you didn't have the money in your hands. When police cars pass you, sirens wailing - and they do, many of them - you try not to look concerned, and Rex doesn't speed up, but pulls to the side to let them pass. One by one, they pass you, searching for a bomber, not a bank robber. [[STATS->stats26]]

"Change of plans," you say suddenly. "Stick with this car. Get us the fuck outta here." "You got it, boss," Rex replies, revving the engine and speeding off down the road. Cars swerve to avoid you and you hold on tight to the money in your lap. Fifteen seconds later, you hear the explosion, far away. The sirens start up almost immediately after and Rex slams his foot on the accelerator to get away from them. Maybe they wouldn't have noticed you in the slower car you were going to change to - but maybe they would've. And now you've got three cars on your ass and Rex is swearing under his breath as he drives. You catch sight of a side road coming up. You know there's an exit - you could lose the cops on the sharp bend. [["THERE!"]] [[SAY NOTHING]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: THREE [[CONGRATS->congrats14]]

You point and Rex nods, swerving so suddenly that you hit the door, the air knocked from your lungs. He's doing everything he can to aim the car for the road, but it's not enough. You're going too fast. You see the wall race up to meet you and then you see nothing at all. [[STATS->stats27]]

Rex keeps driving and the road passes you by. You keep going but it's not enough - the roads are too packed for the speed Rex is driving at, and the police cars are growing in number. Up ahead, you can see a new group of flashing lights. Rex skids to a halt to avoid crashing. [[STATS->stats28]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: THREE - BUT YOU'RE DEAD, SO CAN YOU EVEN HAVE ACCOMPLICES ANYMORE? [[AFTERMATH->aftermath21]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: THREE [[AFTERMATH->aftermath22]]

After ditching the non-exciting Corsa Excite, you all go your separate ways. You watch the news report - the bombing linked immediately with the robbery, but there being no arrests, let alone any suspects. You smile, and start planning. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Woop-de-doo)

Well, I mean, you're dead, so is there really an aftermath for you? Your coffin is cheaply made and no one comes to your funeral. Your name is spelled incorrectly on your gravestone. The gravedigger loses his watch while burying you, so you have to be unburied and then reburied again - and still, no one comes to say goodbye. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Wow you have no friends, that's depressing)

You and your accomplices are arrested, including Francis the bomb-guy, because if you're going down, you might as well take everyone with you. You don't like the prison food and you wish you have more TV hours than you're given. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Crime never pays, or something like that)

Outside, people only panic when they see the guns. You don't hear any sirens yet, but a guard from a nearby store does take a bullet to the gut from The Destroyer when they ask you to stop. That makes people scream. In the car, though, Hayley doesn't get you away from them. She instead sits, turning the dials of the stereo, a frown painted across her face. "What are you doing?" The Destroyer yells from the back seat. "Wait a minute," Hayley mutters. "We don't have a minute!" You check your watch. You have a minute a forty-three, forty-two, forty-one. "Get us out of here!" you shout. "That's an order!" Growling, Hayley switches off the stereo altogether. No music is better than the wrong music. [[YOU'RE OUTTA HERE->outtta]]

Hayley's trying and you can tell, but there's something not right with her - like she's been thrown off her game and she can't seem to get it back. At the corners, she's clumsy. Passing traffic, she's slow. [[AT THE SOUND OF THE EXPLOSION, SHE JUMPS]]

It echoes in the distance, but the police were already on your tail. You watch, wide-eyed in the rearview mirror, as the flashing blue lights appear in the distance, not turning towards the bomb. You have little options now. [[LET HAYLEY DRIVE]] [[TRY TO FIND THE RIGHT SONG]]

You let her drive. She's a good driver; you've seen her race, seen the fire that usually burns in her eyes and spreads through her fingertips, engulfing the car in glames. She just doesn't have that about her today. Surely, it'll be okay. But the police gain faster than you expected, and Hayley skids to a stop, having not seen the line of traffic ahead. She swears and slams her hand against the steering wheel before reversing to turn. But it's too late. The cop cars at stopping and the police are jumping out, guns loaded. The Destroyer makes a sound familiar to a roar. [[YOU'RE ARRESTED WITH YOUR ACCOMPLICES]]

Reaching over to the stereo, you flick it on. "What are you doing?" The Destroyer and Hayley ask in tandem. You don't reply, just tune through the stations, letting each one play for a snippet before changing to the next. Advert, weather, talk show, ballad. None of this is car chase music and you're throwing Hayley off more than you're helping her. "Stop it!" she complains, trying to bat your hand away. But the damage is done, and Hayley swerves suddenly, trying to catch a side road and missing by a hair. There's anger in her, you can tell - she's pissed and she's over it all, so she faces the police that are following you head on and slams her foot onto the accelerator. The car speeds towards the cop cars and you scream, The Destroyer yells, and at the last moment she changes course, turning past them, against the flow of traffic. It was a good move, throwing them off as well as you, but it wasn't enough. More police file in ahead, and driving against the traffic slows Hayley to a halt. [[YOU'RE ARRESTED WITH YOUR ACCOMPLICES]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: THREE [[AFTERMATH->aftermath25]]

You rat out Francis Ezikiel for a lower sentence. A scrawny man with a good right hook threatens you in your cell in the middle of the night with a filed toothbrush. He said you should watch your back for having Ezikiel put away. The next day, you call on one of your prison rats to murder Francis Ezikiel while he sleeps. You hear it went well. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Please note: Hayley is precious about her music)

As the cashier piles the money into the bag, gun shots ring out over and over and over. People scream, cry, run - they try to dart for the entrance and are caught in the back by The Destroyer's expert precision. It's a blood bath, and you watch, marvelling at his work. When the cashier is finished, you take the bag from her hands. "Much appreciated," you say, before shooting her in the head. Might as well do some of the work yourself. Just less than two minutes left before the explosion. You reach down and pick up the sparkling necklace from the body of one of the victims. [[HEAD FOR THE CAR->car123457]]

Inside the car, "Orange" watches you both carefully. He's like that; an eye on everything. You clamber in and he speeds off immediately. "Well, that went well," you say, rifling through the money. You're careful about it, knowing the tricks and finding a small paperclip on the bottom of one of the notes. It has an edge to it, like there's something more there - so you shake your head and throw the paperclip out the window. You don't have time to deal with trackers. "I think we should've gone for the vault," The Destroyer says from the back seat. "If we went for the vault, we wouldn't be out before the bomb," you reply. "We need the extra time to get away." As you say this, "Orange" turns a corner, and you notice, for the first time, that he's not headed out towards the switch car. It would be like him to take a convoluted route - but this seems to be heading towards the bomb target. Just as you think this, the explosion sounds. [[YOU WATCH THE FRONT OF A BUILDING BURST OPEN WITH FIRE]]

You jump back, ready to turn on "Orange" and swear - but out the window there's a familiar face, hood up, jogging through the sprinting crowds. Francis Ezikiel: a man with an affinity for explosives. "Orange" stops the car nearby and waves to Ezikiel. This isn't part of the plan. Ezikiel hesitates out in the street before climbing into the car. "I was gonna take the bus," he says. "This ain't part of the plan." "No," you mutter, "it isn't." "Orange" drives slow through the halted traffic and your heart thumps loud in your chest. The sirens sound over the screaming, blue flashing lights appearing a moment later. "Orange" speeds up - is this too obvious? You swallow tight and stare out the front window and "Orange" skids the car to a halt directly in front of the police car. "What the f-" The words are almost out when "Orange" slams the door shut behind him, darting away into the crowd. The Destroyer leans over Ezikiel, firing bullets towards "Orange's" retreating body - you're sure you see him stumble from a hit. The police approach your car with their guns raised, and with no one in the driver's seat, you slowly raise your hands. [[YOU ARE ARRESTED WITH YOUR ACCOMPLICES]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[AFTERMATH->aftermath26]]

A fucking snitch, that's what he was. "Orange" - such a stupid name - had it out for Ezikiel personally. It //was// understandable - Ezikiel's fuckin' racist. But to hurt you - a non-racist, intersectional feminist? You call bullshit. In prison, facing your charges over the deaths of all the people in the bank - nineteen - and the people who died from the bombing - twenty-six - as well as the robbery and ties with terrorism, you send out your people to search for "Orange". Only thing is, you don't actually know his name. Your people come back with someone, probably just to make you happy - you tell them to kill him, but you're certain as you do so that this is not the man you're after. Loose ends are unforgivable in this business, and you hate it. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (You achieved: the snitch ending!)

With one shot, the guard is flat on his back. Randall sweeps his gun out towards the hostages, and you turn back to the cashiers. They're piling money into the case, but it's not enough for all the effort. "Vault," you say. "You've got one. Take me there." The cashiers are quivering, crying. You take The Destroyer's suitcase, and climb over the counter, shoving the gun towards the nearest cashier. "Now," you say. [[TO THE VAULT]]

She leads you through doors and down stairs, typing in keycodes and swiping her card as she goes. Eventually, you reach the vault; a large circular steel door embeded in the wall. She opens it, revealing a grey room with a pile of neatly stacked money in the centre. You step into the room and, in a scramble, start shoving the money into your case. Hundreds, thousands of pounds passing through your hands. So much of it. This is the big leagues. This is what you've been planning for. Then, there's a sudden pain in your back and the air leaves your lungs. You fall to one knee, and turn around, where the cashier is holding a fire extinguisher ahead of her, ready to hit you again. [[SHOOT HER->shootttt]] [[FIGHT HER IN THE HONOURABLE SPORT OF HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT->combattt]]

The blood splatters back at you. The fire extinfuisher drops to the floor and the sound of its clatter echoes. You finish filling the case and run back upstairs, just in time to see Randall collapse. [[...WHAT]]

"I didn't do nothin'" The Destroyer says, holding the case in one hand. "Narcolepsy," you reply with a shrug. A few more of the clientele are dead, including the woman with the black eye. "Carry him," you say, taking the case from The Destroyer. "I won't be able to cover us," The Destroyer replies. "Carry him with one arm." It's an order. You rush out of bank, Randall flung over one shoulder and head towards the car. [[REX IS ALREADY REVVING THE ENGINE]]

"The fuck?" The Destroyer says, ducking away from Randall as if a sniper had caught him. "Narcolepsy," you reply, shaking your head. A few more of the clinetele are dead, including the woman with the black eye. You head through the bank and close the other case, zipping it shut. "Carry him," you say, hefting the two cases. "I won't be able to cover us," The Destroyer replies. "Carry him with one arm." It's an order. You rush out of bank, Randall flung over one shoulder and head towards the car. [[REX IS ALREADY REVVING THE ENGINE]]

You leap into the front seat, chucking a suitcase into the back as The Destroyer wrestles Randall's body into the car. Your Muscle is barely even in by the time Rex is speeding away from the pavement. You check in the back: Randall is a heap strewn across the seats, his head resting uncomfortably on the suitcase. [[WAKE HIM]] [[NO, WAIT A SECOND]]

"Wake him up," you tell The Destroyer, who shoves at Randall until he stirs. "Of all the times to fall asleep." "Sorry, boss," Randall mutters, clambering into the seat properly. He's thrown to the side when Rex skids around a corner. "Don't you have medication for that or something?" you ask, but Randall doesn't reply, just moves until the money case is on his lap. "My throat is sore from al the yelling," he says a moment later as Rex swerves into a 180 spin, spotting the police cars at the end of the road. "Anyone have a throat lozenge?" The Destroyer punches him in the arm. "Ow! Jeez, a simple no would've sufficed." [[REX DRIVES AND RANDALL DOESN'T STOP TALKING]]

You look at Randall, asleep, and then you look the gun in The Destroyer's hand. "Kill him," you say. "Fucking hell," Rex says. "That's a bit extreme." "He'll talk if we just leave him." "Do we have to kill him? What's wrong with just leaving him alive? Why does he have to go?" You shake your head. "We'll all get bigger cuts if he does." The Destroyer says: "I'll kill him if you're ordering me to." Rex says: "How about we not kill the guy?" [[OKAY REX, YOU'RE RIGHT->WAKE HIM]] [[KILL RANDALL]]

It's difficult to focus on the road and the police when Randall doesn't shut his mouth once. He just keeps talking and talking and talking and when he stops talking, he's humming and Rex is making his turns harder just for the satisfaction of hearing Randall hit the door. So you don't fully notice when Rex loses the police - it just happens. And then you're changing cars in the corner of a secluded car park and Randall is asking "Can I drive?" and everyone else is saying "No" in tandem. And then The Destroyer is behind the wheel, driving below the speed limit, and you're in the back and just waiting to count the money. [[STATS->stats29]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: THREE [[CONGRATS->congrats15]]

"Do it," you say. A shot rings out. Rex doesn't say anything, just keeps on driving. When the police come, he evades. He swings around corners and ducks into tiny spaces and drives as fast as he can - but it's not enough and you know it. You all know it, especially when the blockade waits for you and the car is trapped, police on all sides. [[YOU'RE ARRESTED WITH YOUR ACCOMPICES, AND BY GOD TO THEY FIND THE CORPSE IN THE BACK SEAT]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: FAILED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[AFTERMATH->aftermath29]]

You don't ask Randall on another job - you don't think your ears could cope with it. It's a big cut of money for each of you, and you find yourself lining it up along the kitchen table in equal piles when the message comes through. //RANDALL IS DEAD// It's from The Destroyer. You smile. //I EXPECT AN EQUAL CUT OF HIS MONEY// you reply. //DON'T TELL REX// [[PLAY AGAIN]] (I know he talked a lot, but did you have to kill him?)

Prison's not so bad after a while. You even come to like it. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Just admit it, you're not very good at this game)

She leads you through doors and down stairs, typing in keycodes and swiping her card as she goes. Eventually, you reach the vault; a large circular steel door embeded in the wall. She opens it, revealing a grey room with a pile of neatly stacked money in the centre. You step into the room and, in a scramble, start shoving the money into your case. Hundreds, thousands of pounds passing through your hands. So much of it. This is the big leagues. This is what you've been planning for. Then, there's a sudden pain in your back and the air leaves your lungs. You fall to one knee, and turn around, where the cashier is holding a fire extinguisher ahead of her, ready to hit you again. [[SHOOT HER->shootheryo]] [[FIGHT HER IN THE HONOURABLE SPORT OF HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT->combat420]]

"I didn't do nothin'" The Destroyer says, holding the case in one hand. "Narcolepsy," you reply with a shrug. A few more of the clinetele are dead, including the woman with the black eye. "Carry him," you say, taking the case from The Destroyer. "I won't be able to cover us," The Destroyer replies. "Carry him with one arm." It's an order. You rush out of bank, Randall flung over one shoulder and head towards the car. [[HAYLEY IS ALREADY REVVING THE ENGINE->a narCOLEPTIC]]

You leap into the front seat, chucking a suitcase into the back as The Destroyer wrestles Randall's body into the car. Your Muscle is barely even in by the time Hayley is speeding away from the pavement. You check in the back: Randall is a heap strewn across the seats, his head resting uncomfortably on the suitcase. [[WAKE HIM->wakeywakey]] [[NO, WAIT A SECOND->evilplantime]]

"Wake him up," you tell The Destroyer, who shoves at Randall until he stirs. "Of all the times to fall asleep." "Sorry, boss," Randall mutters, clambering into the seat properly. He's thrown to the side when Hayley skids around a corner. "Don't you have medication for that or something?" you ask, but Randall doesn't reply, just moves until the money case is on his lap. "My throat is sore from al the yelling," he says a moment later as Rex swerves into a 180 spin, spotting the police cars at the end of the road. "Anyone have a throat lozenge?" The Destroyer punches him in the arm. "Ow! Jeez, a simple no would've sufficed." [[HAYLEY DRIVES AND RANDALL DOESN'T STOP TALKING]]

You look at Randall, asleep, and then you look the gun in The Destroyer's hand. "Kill him," you say. "Jeez" Hayley says. "Don't do that. This is a nice car." "Is that your only reason to disagree?" you ask. "Well, murder's bad, too." The Destroyer says: "I'll kill him if you're ordering me to." "No!" Hayley says. "This is stupid. HEY RANDALL WAKE THE FUCK UP!" You send her a glare as Randall begins to rouse. [[HAYLEY KEEPS DRIVING]]

It's difficult to focus on the road and the police when Randall doesn't shut his mouth once. He just keeps talking and talking and talking and when he stops talking, he's humming and Hayley is making her turns harder just for the satisfaction of hearing Randall hit the door. So you don't fully notice when Hayley loses the police - it just happens. And then you're changing cars in the corner of a secluded car park and Randall is asking "Can I drive?" and everyone else is saying "No" in tandem. And then The Destroyer is behind the wheel, driving below the speed limit, and you're in the back and just waiting to count the money. [[STATS->stats30]]

It's difficult to focus on the road and the police when Randall doesn't shut his mouth once. He just keeps talking and talking and talking and when he stops talking, he's humming and Hayley is making her turns harder just for the satisfaction of hearing Randall hit the door. You wonder if she's regretting her decision yet. So you don't fully notice when Hayley loses the police - it just happens. And then you're changing cars in the corner of a secluded car park and Randall is asking "Can I drive?" and everyone else is saying "No" in tandem. And then The Destroyer is behind the wheel, driving below the speed limit, and you're in the back and just waiting to count the money. The money that would be more if Randall were dead - if Hayley hadn't stopped you. You want your third, rather than a quarter. [[KILL HAYLEY]] [[DON'T BE A FOOL]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: THREE [[CONGRATS->congrats17]]

Wait... seriously? [[YES]] [[NO->DON'T BE A FOOL]]

Jeez, that could've been bad. [[STATS->stats31]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: THREE [[CONGRATS->congrats16]]

Are you sure? [[YES->yes2]] [[NO->DON'T BE A FOOL]]

As Hayley climbs from the car, you lift your gun to shoot her in the back. She cost you that money. Just as you're about to pull the trigger, there's a shot that isn't yours. You feel the pain of it; the heat where the bullet tore through your stomach. The Destroyer stands with his gun raised, growling. "Good to know what kind of person you are," he says as Hayley steps into your vision, shock and betrayal painted across her face. That's the last thing you see. [[STATS->stats32]]

BANK: UNSUCCESSFULLY ROBBED, YOU DICK ESCAPE: FAILED, JERK ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: NONE, NONE AT ALL [[YOU'RE THE WORST]]

You go to Hell for trying to murder the wonderful person that is Hayley O'Ryan. Stop playing my game, Attempted-Hayley-Murderer. (I say that to show my dislike of you and your character. But if you want to play again, who am I to stop you?) [[PLAY AGAIN]] (What sort of asshole tries to kill Hayley? Huh? Asshole?)

Hayley's alive and well. That's all that matters. It's far more important than what you spend your money on. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Continue your streak of not killing Hayley)

You don't hire Randall again and you learn to forgive Hayley. That's all that matters, here. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Hayley O'Ryan: the moral compass of this game)

She leads you through doors and down stairs, typing in keycodes and swiping her card as she goes. Eventually, you reach the vault; a large circular steel door embeded in the wall. She opens it, revealing a grey room with a pile of neatly stacked money in the centre. You step into the room and, in a scramble, start shoving the money into your case. Hundreds, thousands of pounds passing through your hands. So much of it. This is the big leagues. This is what you've been planning for. Then, there's a sudden pain in your back and the air leaves your lungs. You fall to one knee, and turn around, where the cashier is holding a fire extinguisher ahead of her, ready to hit you again. [[SHOOT HER->shootherboi]] [[FIGHT HER IN THE HONOURABLE SPORT OF HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT->combat69]]

You leap into the front seat, chucking a suitcase into the back as The Destroyer wrestles Randall's body into the car. Your Muscle is barely even in by the time "Orange" is speeding away from the pavement. You check in the back: Randall is a heap strewn across the seats, his head resting uncomfortably on the suitcase. [[WAKE HIM->eggsandbakey]] [[NO, WAIT A SECOND->holdupwaitaminute]]

You look at Randall, asleep, and then you look the gun in The Destroyer's hand. "Kill him," you say. There's a moment of quiet. No one argues. Then a shot sounds. You don't glance back. [["ORANGE" KEEPS DRIVING]]

"Wake him up," you tell The Destroyer, who shoves at Randall until he stirs. "Of all the times to fall asleep." "Sorry, boss," Randall mutters, clambering into the seat properly. He's thrown to the side when Hayley skids around a corner. "Don't you have medication for that or something?" you ask, but Randall doesn't reply, just moves until the money case is on his lap. "My throat is sore from al the yelling," he says a moment later as Rex swerves into a 180 spin, spotting the police cars at the end of the road. "Anyone have a throat lozenge?" The Destroyer punches him in the arm. "Ow! Jeez, a simple no would've sufficed." [["ORANGE" DRIVES AND RANDALL DOESN'T STOP TALKING]]

It's difficult to focus on the road and the police when Randall doesn't shut his mouth once. He just keeps talking and talking and talking and when he stops talking, he's humming and "Orange" is making his turns harder just for the satisfaction of hearing Randall hit the door. So you don't fully notice when "Orange" loses the police - it just happens. And then you're changing cars in the corner of a secluded car park and Randall is asking "Can I drive?" and everyone else is saying "No" in tandem. And then The Destroyer is behind the wheel, driving below the speed limit, and you're in the back and just waiting to count the money. [[STATS->stats33]]

You drive in silence. Then, "He's bleeding all over me," The Destroyer mutters, annoyed. "Grow a pair," you say. "Orange" doesn't say a thing, but then, you don't expect him to. He drives and drives and drives, and eventually, you switch out cars. The Destroyer carries Randall's body and dumps into the boot of the next car over, and you take the money. His blood has stained the seat. As you climb into the new car, you look to "Orange" in the back seat. "Sunset this thing when we're done," you tell him. "Randall inside." "Orange" nods. [[YOU DRIVE INTO THE SUNSET]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: THREE [[CONGRATS->congrats18]]

[[NOT LITERALLY, IT'S A FIGURE OF SPEECH]]

BANK: SUCCESSFULLY ROBBED ESCAPE: ACHIEVED ACCOMPLICES AT THE END: TWO [[CONGRATS->congrats19]]

A good heist, in your opinion. You really do need to find team members who don't fall asleep in the middle of a job, though [[PLAY AGAIN]] (There's a secret ghost ending out there, somewhere. Can you find it?)

You don't really miss Randall. And neither does anyone else, apparently - he's never reported missing. [[PLAY AGAIN]] (Can you find the alien abduction ending? It's out there, somewhere)