'Breaking news--A bank robbery attempt has turned into a hostage situation. According to a police spokesperson, four men entered the bank at ten-thirty this morning intending to rob it. Someone activated the silent alarm, bringing the police to the scene. Accounts are sketchy but it has been reported via text messages from a customer inside the bank, the security guard was shot. His condition is unknown at this time. A few minutes later two more shots were heard. According to the police there were two tellers, two other bank personnel, and five customers inside the bank when the robbers invaded. We will keep you updated as more becomes known.' Thus begins the attempt by Tabitha, Preston, Bing, Ezra, Randy, and soon, Doctor Marc Rivers, to foil the robbers and regain their freedom--without being killed in the process.
8:45 am "Everyone understand what's going down and what their part in it is?" Kerry asked, looking at the other men gathered in a motel room on the outskirts of Winterfield. "Yeah, we aren't stupid," Shay replied, as he checked his gun. Nels shook his head, saying under his breath, "Well, three of us aren't." Brody, Kerry's brother, was seated close enough to overhear him and he chuckled. Shay turned to glare at them. His temper matched his red hair, which is why Nels hadn't said what he did out loud. "Okay, all of you pay attention." Kerry stood, pacing the room. "We're in and out fast. If we have to talk to each other, we just use our initials. We don't want the cops knowing who we are. Do not--and I'm emphasizing this--do not use your guns. They're just to put the fear of God into people, nothing more. Got that?" He shot a look at Shay. "Yeah, yeah, got it," Shay replied tightly. "If you don't like the idea, Shay, you can stay with the car, but this will go a lot faster and smoother if we all go in at once. It's worked well before for me and Brody. It'll work now if we keep to the plan." "We understand," Brody said, his voice taking on a calming tone as he glanced at Nels and Shay. "Now, are we ready?" "Yes." Kerry checked the time. "Breakfast--then down to business." * * * * 9:00 am Bing shook his head as Sammy walked into the kitchen wearing only cut-offs and a tight tank. "Some people get all the luck." He flipped the bacon over in the pan by instinct, his attention on his partner. No matter how long they had been together--and it had been several years now--he still found Sammy incredibly sexy. Too sexy to be a lawyer, he sometimes thought. Laughing, Sammy hugged him. "You say that every Saturday. You really should change the record." "Or hire someone I could trust to run the store on Saturdays? You do know it's a sporting goods store's busiest day." "There is that." Sammy poured a cup of coffee and snagged a strip of bacon from where Bing had put it to drain on a paper towel, along with several others. "So, big sale today from what you said." "Yep. God help us all. The only saving grace is we're opening an hour later than usual"--he chuckled--"to heighten the anticipation." "Ah ha." Sammy grinned. "So we've got some play time?" "I wish. Boy, do I wish. But I have errands to run, including a stop at the bank. I just hope the lines aren't too long." "If they are, it'll give you a chance to check out all the tight asses," Sammy replied with a wink. "As if. The only ass I check is yours, and damn, it looks fine this morning." Sammy cocked an eyebrow. "Just this morning?" Bing gave a mock groan of lust when Sammy wiggled said ass. "Every morning, noon, and night." They continued bantering along those lines while they ate breakfast. Then Bing went to get dressed for the day and headed out while Sammy headed to the backyard to deal with the weeds in the garden. * * * * 9:30 am Leaning against the doorway of Preston's office in their apartment, Cary ran one hand through his auburn hair in frustration, effectively undoing what he had just finished combing into place five minutes ago. He asked, almost petulantly, "Are you planning on spending all day on the computer," as he watched Preston sit down and log onto the Internet. "Nope. Just checking email. Then, my man, we're going downtown and--do something. Shop, maybe. You need new clothes, for starters." He glanced at Cary, his blue eyes sparking with amusement. Cary snorted. "Says the man who spends most days in sweats." Preston grinned. "It's not my fault I'm smart enough to have figured out how to work from home." "Yeah, rub it in." Cary smiled at the man he loved more than life itself. He noted, as he did every day, that the scars on Preston's face, the result of an attack over a year ago, had finally faded to pale lines. All that remained as a vivid reminder of what had happened was the one running from his temple to his chin across the corner of his mouth. The scar had left his lips with a slight, but in Cary's opinion, appealing cant upwards, as if his lover always found something to amuse him in whatever was going on. Shutting down the computer moments later, Preston reached for Cary's hand, pulling him into his lap. "Love you," he murmured between the kisses he planted on Cary's eyes, nose, and cheeks. "Love you back," Cary replied, as he waited for Preston to finish. He wanted a real kiss, lips on lips. He got several, finally, and when they ended, he slid off his partner's lap. "Now, go put on some real clothes if we're going shopping." * * * * 9:45 am "Tabby, get a move on or we'll be late," Harley called out from the bottom of the stairs. "Tell that to Bonnie," Tabby called back. "She wants to wear her best party dress and isn't willing to take 'No' for an answer." Harley looked down at his four-year-old son, Bonnie's twin, who was fidgeting beside him. "Tell you what, Brad. We'll go on without them," he said loudly enough he knew his daughter would hear. "Daddy, no!" Bonnie wailed. "Then hurry up. We haven't got all day." Five minutes later Bonnie was trotting down the stairs, her fly-away blonde hair, which matched her mother's, now in braids to tame it. Tabitha was right behind her and she grinned at her husband, giving him a thumbs-up while mouthing, 'Thank you'. "For you, anything," he told her as he adjusted his crutch under his arm to take some of the pressure off his only leg. It ached this morning, the result he knew of overdoing a training session with his Amputeam at the gym the day before. "Now, if everyone's ready, let's get going. We have to make a couple of stops first and then--movie time." He laughed when the twins cheered.