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March 20th, 1994. 3:42 P.M.

The store was at peak hour, both customers and a few employees crowded the small pharmacy. I couldn't see well cause of the fabric in my eyes from the mask but knew where to go from previous visits.

Dally takes charge as usual, pointing the gun at the customers. I climbed on the counter, looking down at the terrified people below, "Everyone get down!" I shouted, wailing the weapon around. My job was crowd control, while he got the goods.

Dally stormed around the other side of the counter, "Get down or I'll blow your god damn heads off!" he raged, spurting the classic line. He deals with the employees and the pills, while I make sure nobody enters or leaves.

"You can't do this!" A woman squealed, holding her children back. I whipped around in her direction, and pulled the trigger, shooting a bullet inch's away from her head to scare her, she shuts up after that. I was almost frightened by the gun going off, as it's my first time even holding one, and he told me it was empty. I was usually was given a fake one.

He walks back to me and motions it's time to leave. It all happened so fast, and before I knew it, I followed him out the door, but am stopped by a force, pulling my shoulders back. Somebody much larger than me, grabbed my waist tightly. I freak out and start wailing about like crazy trying to release myself from the grip.

Panic swarms my body, as I kick the person holding me, but it's no use, they're too strong.

Dally looks back, knowing that I'm too scared to by caught by the police, I've never been to jail or even had a police officer question me, unlike him. He's been in and out of the police station from the age of ten, but never too jail.

I reckon he'd do alright in there, he can talk his way out of anything. He races over to rescue me, swinging the back of the gun into the man's nose. He went down like a ton of bricks, the force was so hard it shattered his nose on impact.

As soon as we exited the store, the police sirens were more apparent, closing in on us fast. Dally pulls me across the street, just as the cops pull across the road, outside the pharmacy.

We hauled down the busy city sidewalk. He clutched onto the bag of money and pills in one hand, in the other was the gun. Two policemen are chasing us, as we panted down towards the empty parking lot where the car was.

I ducked behind the car, as the officers came up fast, reaching the corner, guns aimed. Dally uses the car as a shield, turning back and firing over the car hood back at them. They hit the ground, scattering on their feet.

We took this as a chance, and jumped in the car, ducking down and speeding down the road. He looks back to see if they're following, when he's sure, his eyes avert back to the road before screeching to a stop, narrowly avoiding running over school children. 

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