And time was short.
No one thought it was going to be bad, but hadn't they hoped?
Wasn't that the point?

As the seconds passed the point was blurred. Keeny's eyes were wide as she held open the bag. As the money poured in she had a flash back to the first time she tried to kill herself. She looked down at her wrist in slow motion as the moneybag grew heavier and heavier. She could feel the scar disappearing and the blood that had originally spilled out of her quickly returned to her and went straight to her head. She felt her cheeks flush and the lack of control in her life left her'�. escaped in a tear.

Miss Bagley wouldn't have noticed but the moneybag was full now and she noticed the lack of control down Kenny's face.

'It's over.'� Miss Bagley said and it was.

Drew and Roland were done also. The yelling had stopped and everyone ion the building understood that this group of 5 was about to walk out of their lives forever. Some of the people on the floor looked up, but they didn't understand what these criminals did to them. They stole their calm, they stole their serenity, and they stole peace of mind'�they money was welcomed side effect.

Stephen stayed behind a moment to yell.

'Keep your fucking heads down!'� He said this to hide that they had no intention of killing anyone. 'You all did very well!'� but couldn't fight his good nature. 'Fuck..'� he muttered to himself shaking his head.

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