4/8/16

The rough, rouge robber left the bank quickly and ran really rapidly towards the dark and doomy corner, where his black van awaited him. More money, flew out of his bags and he tried to run through large groups of people like a crowded concert. Screams and shouting as he plowed past people, knocking over young children and bumping into the elderly. This man had no respect for anyone in his town. The black van now only about 50 meters away, Police on foot were now within 20 meters away. The rouge robber began to pick up the pace, now a very fast sprint. With a clutter and a bang, crates of fruit were all over the show. Barrels and Poles lay across the cold hard pavement like a bag of frozen peas. With one big leap he jumped into the black van. SLAM!! The doors shut, and with a screech of tires the van was away. Over the hills and far away, turns into a pursuit on the countryside.