aeonblack6

It all starts with a coin. You find it on the street, pick it up for good luck and sooner or later you're making perfect change for a coffee. It moves through the system like heroine in a junkie, and sooner or later it ends up in the rattling coffee cup of a junkie. But you can keep your coins, I want change.

My name is Nicholas VanBuren and I am the man responsible for moving those coins. I work for a security company that deals with the transportation of U.S mint. We pick up the unmarked bags at point A at a non-specific time. We quickly and discreetly move them to point C. You may be wondering why there is no point B. I'll assure you that's because it's not that simple.

"IF I SO MUCH AS SEE A TWITCH FROM ANY ONE OF YOU FUCK'S, MRS. NANCY OWENS HERE IS GOING TO BE FEELING A WHOLE FUCK OF A LOT WORSE"
"ms." So I crack her temple open with the butt of my gun, I don't have time for foreplay.
Hollywood will lead you to believe that you have 2 minutes to get in and out, which, quite frankly speaking, leaves no time for oral. But then, we're talking about robbery and not sex, so in a manner of a speaking, it's even less time. My name is Alexander Simian and I am the reason why your interest rate just went up.