Saka pulled up to the outside of the bank in his sleek black 1977 C3 Corvette. Next to him sat Rice, his partner in crime.
“This is the bank?” Rice said, a look of bewilderment played across his face.
Saka reached for the radio knob, reducing the volume of the track " 2 of Amerikas Most Wanted". He looked up at the building across the road from them.
“This is the one.”
Rice reached for the binoculars resting on the dashboard, and peered through it, scanning the bank’s exterior.
Saka climbed out of the car and leaned against the side as he reached for a cigarette.
“Those are going to kill you one day” said Rice in a confident tone.
Saka put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it. He took a puff, before slowly releasing.
“Something has to eventually. Might as well be something I enjoy.”
Rice looked back through his binoculars, unable to formulate a response.
“Arteta has a deathwish wanting us to take this bank” said Rice.
Saka adjusted his black shades before climbing back in, “It’s for the warchest”.
No. Toyota.