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Good evening, I’m Nami Bellemere. We interrupt this broadcast of Top Romance Novels on T.V to bring you breaking news of a robbery. And on the scene our very own Nico Robin. Let’s go live for more details.
“Hi Nami!”
“Hi Robin! So Robin what can you tell us about the robbery?”
“Well Nami an armed robber also wanted for the murder of fifteen young men; just stole 3 million dollars from the Ace Memorial Bank. Taking no hostages they took the money and fled the scene. The police are now chasing them between New World Street and Old World Lane. The number of casualties is still at zero.”
“Have the police gained visual on the suspect yet?”
“No. Though investigators are looking at footage of the incident. Supposedly the footage has been deleted! There is spectacle that this robber is not working alone. Back to you Nami.”
“H-Hold on. This just in there is a visual! The suspect is male. About 5”10-6”. Last seen wearing gray sweatpants, a black compression shirt, and Nikes. A-And….. am I hearing this right? B-Bright green hair and surprisingly no mask. A sketch of the robber is being shown now.”
“Sanji, Old World Lane is right across the street. Lock up just in case. And close the curtains please” asked Jinbe. He was a rather large man standing at a staggering 6”5. In no way does he seem like he’d own a cozy bookstore nestled between coffee shops. Nonetheless here he was proud owner of the The Paper Trail. It was a fairly successful bookstore actually. A few regulars here and there. But the all time favorite for all the staff was T.C. Which was short for Tony Chopper. He was small about waist height to Sanji but nonetheless he walked here every Saturday to buy medical books. That even Sanji at his grown ass age couldn’t even understand with concepts he can’t begin to fathom.
“Yes sir boss!” Sanji answered saluting as he walked to the door.
With a click the door was locked. Though the door was about 50% glass. Accompanied by two rather large Victorian style windows on each side. While great for aesthetics it was not so great for safety. Especially if they started shooting.
“Excuse me beautiful ladies! It may be a little to dangerous to be close to the window during this time. Would you mind moving for me?” He gestures toward the other side of the building. Almost identical to the other side except for a little T.C snuggled up reading a book called R-Res…..us…cutat…..ion. What the hell is that? Anyways… wait is that….. shit!
“Sanji don’t!”
The door dinged as it swung open. As soon as Sanji’s face met the cold winter air he was yanked. A cold silver metal placed to the right of his head. Digging hard into his skull.
“Don’t take another step! Or I’ll shoot!”
“All right! Calm down. Put the gun down!”
“No! Listen here! I’m gonna walk away with the money and your gonna let me. Or sexy here gets a bullet through his head!”
“Um I prefer the plan where I don’t get a bullet through my skull. Just you know… an FYI.” A nervous laugh escaped Sanji’s mouth like the laugh you make when you bomb in front of your crush. But in a I may die without my first kiss kind of way not a my crush may think I’m weird sort of way.
“You heard the pretty boy.”
The officers spared each other all a look before stepping forward slowly. As if testing if he had the balls to pull the trigger. Which from his tone of voice he probably did.
“One more step and-“
The cold metal clicked.
Yet the police kept moving.
“Shit!”
He grabbed Sanji’s arm and dragged him into the direction of a car. A decent looking model not to old and grubby but not too new and flashy it was nice. For a robbers getaway vehicle.
“Hurry!”
The door slammed as they got in. Seconds later the car was speeding down the highway narrowly very narrowly missing other cars. 40 MPH. 60 MPH. 100 MPH! 120 MPH! 180 MPH! Shit! Shit! Shit! I’m gonna die! I’m gonna die! Imgonnadieimgonnadieimgonna-! The tires skid to an abrupt stop. Slam!
“Fuck! Are you okay?”
Ugh. My nose!
Sanji turned his head to the side looking at the side view mirror. His nose was busted and a crimson red was dripping on his uniform. His forehead was a bright irritated red.
“Y-yeah I’m fine. Why’d you stop?”
Wait! Wait a fucking second. Why was he having a casual conversation with a pyscho who was pointing a gun at his head a millisecond ago. And why the hell would he get in the car with said pyscho.
A shuffling noise came from the drivers side.
Click. Click.
Ugh this was such a bad idea! Idiot! Idiot! Now I’m gonna die without my first kiss. Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!
“What? Adrenaline wore off and reality settled in. Relax I’m not gonna kill ya’. I woulda been done dat’ shit if ah’ wanted to.” He spoke with the loudest, most wake up to the rooster crowing, If you want milk go milk dem’ damn cows boy; country accent he’s ever heard.
“Ya’ good?”
“Uh yeah. Yeah…. I’m good.” I guess that makes sense with his build he could’ve easily been killed Sanji. On top of being armed it would be like taking candy from a baby. Plus Sanji didn’t have many options at the moment. But he still didn’t put all his egged on one basket. If it came down to it he’ll steal a gun.
“Good cuz’ you hafta steer.”
“What!”
Without another word he slipped into the backseat. Skrr. Sanji hopped into the drivers seat both hand instinctively wrapped around the steering wheel. Hey……. this is….nice. Black leather seats. Heated seats. Adjustable steering wheel! Hell yeah! His hand slid over the leather seats up to the stick.
“-ndie! Blondie!”
The man frantically shaked him.
“Shit!” Sanji yelled as he swerved and barely avoided scratching the car against the curb.
“Scratch the motherfucking paint why don’tcha s’not like it was expensive or any shit!”
“Ok! Ok! I get it don’t scratch the paint!” Sanji answered putting his hands up defensively. Only to slam the bank down to avoid a fire hydrant.
The man grumbled a line of slurs as the slammed the sunroof with his feet. Over and over again til’ finally it gave away. Sanji watched him from the rear-veiw mirror and he wiggled his way onto the roof.
Bang! Bang!
The silence seemed to last forever. The thump thump of sneakers calm Sanji’s racing heart. If he died here and now there was no way Sanji would make it out of here Scott free. Maybe he could say he was threatened. Yes! He said he threatened to kill his family. Yeah! Yeah! Let’s go with that!
Skrr.
Shit!
“Oi! The fuck I tell you about the paint!” He yelled peeking his head down the sun roof. “The fuck’s going on down here?”
Bang! Bang!
“It seem you have bigger things to worry about right now!”
“ I don’t but you do cuz’ if I find one teeny tiny scratch on my baby….. yo’ ass gon’ get beat.”