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"Hurry up, Tallulah!"
"Yeah, well, if you'd stop talking to me, it'd definitely be easier!"
Chayanne rolled his eyes but didn't add anything, which Tallulah considered a win. The corridors were all so dark and hollow, and she didn’t like that at all. And even if Chayanne assured her they weren't, she was so sure they were lost. They kept turning right, then left, then left again, but each time she could see Chayanne hesitating. One positive thing, however, is that they hadn't heard any policemen since they left the vault.
Her backpack was as heavy as lead, bouncing off her back every time she took a step. Chayanne had a similar one; his carried more money but was surely less heavy because he only took the papery whatever stuff.
She heard a man screaming, then she saw the white light of the flashlights, making her shadow huge on the opposite wall.
"Fuck-"
"Language," called out Tallulah.
She didn't take a look over her shoulder, she knew what she’d find anyway. The police officer shouted after her when she grabbed Chayanne’s arm and led him through a different corridor. The sound of footsteps followed them, and the first shot rang in her ears. She couldn't stop, though. Not when they were so close from escaping. She could even see the backdoor, no policeman in front, waiting for them to escape.
The second bullet was shot, and she heard Chayanne cry out. She spun her head around in fear, and saw her broth- uncle laying on the floor — yes, he technically was her uncle, while being the same age. Don't ask question.
She ran up to him and heard one of the men in front of her yell, "These are just kids!"
If she hadn’t been so worried about Chayanne, she would have laughed. Yeah, maybe they were 'just kids', but that was what got them out of most of their problems. You gotta believe me, officer, there is no way small children like us could ever rob that bank.
"Chayanne? You okay?"
The little boy was already getting back on his feet. Fortunately, he wasn't hurt, he just slipped, trying not to get hurt.
"Let's go," he gasped, "now!"
But because they had stayed so long in the middle of the corridor, new cops came and blocked the path to the door, which was still wide open...
"They should hire better people," Tallulah whispered.
Chayanne grinned back. They could feel the last of the three men approaching them from behind, but didn't turn around.
"Okay, kids, no need to make things worse. Just tell us what you are doing here, exactly."
Tallulah repressed a sigh, but Chayanne clearly rolled his eyes. What did they think those two were doing here? The huge backpack and the very late hour of the night should give them some clues.
The cop behind them was still approaching slowly.
still two steps... one...
As soon as she felt the breath of the man in her hair, Tallulah turned around and hit the officer’s... delicate areas with her knee. His face contorted in pain and, without losing a second, Tallulah pushed him back while Chayanne snatched the gun from his hands.
Immediately, the other officers pulled out their own pistols and, just like Tallulah thought, moved away from the door. Just for show, Chayanne punched the officer in the face with his own gun, and a third shot echoed through the hallways. Once again, no one was hurt, and Tallulah was starting to think the cops were doing it on purpose.
Chayanne grabbed his niece's hand, and they both ran right into the last standing officers. They were clearly hesitant to shoot two children, but Chayanne was not hesitating. One at the foot of the first, one on the shoulder of the second. They didn't want to kill them; they just had to distract them enough so they could get to the door.
They found themselves in a parking lot, with cool air to welcome them. They were still hearing footsteps behind them and the sound of a radio call. Tallulah didn't think twice. There was only one car in this parking lot, and the window was literally open. Well, more like smashed up, but the result was the same.
Tallulah gestured at the car, and Chayanne got it immediately. With a swift move, he opened the door from the inside and, as he got behind the wheel, he handed the gun to Tallulah.
"If they come after us, shoot."
The first gunshot was soon to be heard. Chayanne gave her a flat look.
"What? It's not my fault this one was coming after us."
“He was still inside”.
“Not for very long,” Tallulah shrugged off.
"Just get in the car."
Together, they quickly made the motor hum. Chayanne grabbed the steering wheel and stretched his little twelve-year-old legs far enough to reach the pedals, and that is when Tallulah realized they almost never drive cars, and especially old cars like this one.
"Are you sure you know how to drive this thing?"
Chayanne grinned, and he started up the car, "How hard can it be?"
Turns out it was hard, and Tallulah was more shocked that they made it out from that car alive than from the bank. Chayanne kept almost getting into polls and streetlights, and the car was bumping into nothingness half of the time. Because they were so slow, Tallulah emptied her gun quickly, but luckily for them, they were already far enough away when she ran out of bullets.
"See, I told you I could drive it!" Chayanne said smugly.
Tallulah rolled her eyes.
"Next time, I'm the one driving."