The Crew

The Crew are a group of people all motivated by the same thing: Money and the abolition of it. We don’t just rob people, we take the money we need to survive until the next hit and we burn the rest of it. By the time the cops have arrived it’s already a bonfire. Good luck recovering shit from that buddy boy hehehehe. Today was no different. We were going to hit the federal reserve. This is what we’ve been working towards and there’s only three of us. I don’t know why we didn’t try hitting the harder places while we still had an entire crew but there ya go. Unfortunately, our leader was a moron. But a moron who knew how to hit a bank. Let’s go.

I whispered to him, “It’s time to hit the bank.” He stood there confused as the alarms were blaring. We were standing in the vault and had already started the fire.

“Um, do you have amnesia? Are you okay? We’re already here, in fact the cops and security are too. Look.” He said, exasperated, pointing at the people pointing guns at us.

“Oh yeah, that makes sense,” I opined. He rolled his eyes and I turned to Matilda “Greenie” Bigguns. “Did you know about this?” I asked her. She shrugged. Good, so we were in the same boat about being confused about this whole being in the bank thing. I can’t see outside but that makes sense, we’re about a billion miles underground. This wasn’t even the official reserve bank. We already hit that one, this is the secret actually officially official reserve bank. Well, it was until it went up in smoke.

At this point my memory got fuzzy but I remember waking up in the van.

“Wait, wait, wait,” The traveller interrupted. “So you woke up in a van? What van?”

“It was a nice brown one, anyway so in the desert there’s not a lot of stuff around you.”

“Wait, now we’re in the desert? You could have led with that.”

“Are you done? Will you let me continue my story?” I asked, raising my voice more and more. He shrugged.

Okay. I walked outside and the sun just immediately blinded me, it was kinda weird. It was like I had been in that van for days. But I had the fresh taste of water in my mouth so I had to have been up and about. That didn’t excuse the light blindness but I’ll move on.

A helicopter picked me up and that’s all I remember “Before ending up here.”

“Ah, well, this is awkward.”

“What, why?” I responded.

“Because this isn’t a dream, this is real life.”

I looked around, well I’ll be. This mat we were standing on was real, and there was nothing about it that made it seem real to me. The walls faded around me and the simulation ended.

“What!?” I shouted, “NO! Put me back in I almost had a confession.”

“No you didn’t you were losing him. He had the upper hand on you. Jesus Christ what were you thinking talking about that heist stuff?” Matilda said, exasperated. Everybody was exasperated today, but I would get a confession about out of this guy. If it was the last thing I did. Which was seeming more and more likely given the stress the job was putting me under.

“Alright, put me back in.” I demanded.

“You don’t wanna take a break? We don’t want your brain melting now do we?” She responded.

“BACK…IN,” I stated like a petulant child.

She lazily flicked a few switches and I was back on the mat.

“Are you okay?” He asked, “You were passed out on the mat for some time.”