Chapter 1. Sheriff's department

The sheriff walked alongside his deputy. Three more teenagers brought in for theft, “Different people, same story right, Jim?”

The deputy responded with distaste, “ John these hoodlums were caught trying to steal ski masks, a pack of Camels, and black clothing. God knows what they were up to.” John and Jim walked by the three occupied interrogation rooms. They stopped in front of the first one. Jim paused and pulled out three files. He read off the first one as they peered through the glass at a high schooler sitting alone in the room.

“Dominic Russo. 5:11, brown eyes, olive skin, muscular build. A few minor misdemeanors, but

"nothing too serious." They walked to the next room. Michael Toretto 6:3, very lanky, blue eyes, pale skin, and a quick runner. Everyone who he has stolen from reports him bolting away as quickly as humanly possible. The only reason he gets caught is because  Adrian and Dominic can’t keep up with him.”

They kept walking and stopped again. “Adrian Versace, a 5:5 fireball who won’t ever back down from a fight. His records are mostly street fights starting mostly from cat calls. He has a knack for technology, and is known for developing tech not available to the government in petty crimes. The electronics are set to self destruct if the improper password is inserted. He has olive skin and

brown eyes,” the sheriff scowled. “I understand these three hang around each other?"

The deputy nodded, "most of their misdemeanors have resulted in all of them stealing." The sheriff walked to each interrogation room and gave each of them a speech about knowing right from wrong. They didn't care. They had heard it all before. He then called their parents, who was actually one of their friends.

Chapter 2 Out On the Streets.

After escaping the police station the trio drove home in a dented Mercedes blasting Mississippi Queen through the speakers. “What’s the plan?” Adrian inquired. “I think we should carry through with our previous operation.” The others besides Dominic nodded their consent. Earlier that week they had decided that they would rough up Steve for snitching on them, after they had stolen some cigarettes.

“We’re gonna teach him a lesson,” Adrian grinned.

“Forget it,” Dominic stated. “He would have just called the cops on us anyway.”

“What do you think we had the ski masks for dummy?” Adrian replied. Everyone quieted down.

“Lets just go home,” Dominic stated. The others nodded. They didn’t have any family, and all of them had moved into an old house,bought with dirty money. The three of them had became like brothers. None of them had a father figure in their life and never really knew how to act. They thought the only good way to make money was to steal. The three “brothers” were all eighteen and debatably the finest ragtag gang of criminals in New York. Although they were in school none of them besides Mikey scored higher than a 3.3 GPA. All of them would graduate this year if they could keep their grades up. None of them knew where they wanted to go in life, or what they wanted to do. While they were all sitting in the living room, listening to the radio they heard a knock on

the door. Adrian suspiciously walked over to the door and opened it up. A large man asked, "May I come in?" He had a deep voice and muscular stature so Adrian quickly said, no but when he tried to shut the door the man was already walking into the house. “What do you think your doing Buddy?” Adrian spat. “I have an offer you won’t want to refuse.”

The man replied, pulling out a .44 snub nose revolver and setting it on the table. The siblings watched carefully. “I heard you three could assist me in certain issues that I am dealing with. I’m looking for three men to carry out a very peculiar task for me.  I need you to rob a bank.”

“No way,” Dom stated. “We only do small jobs, and I said I was going 'clean'."

The man frowned. “What if I told you I can pay you over 1 billion dollars, in cash, and put you in touch with very nice accountants.”

“I’d say you were trying to get us a part of a pyramid scheme,” Adrian blurted, the quick wit getting the best of him.

The man’s frown deepened. “I assure you, I have a way into the bank, and the money will be untraceable, and given to you right after you rob the bank.”

The trio frowned. “ Do we look that stupid? You are paying us up front, at least a day in advance if we even considered robbing the bank.”

“Very well,” the man smiled. “This bank will be robbed on the 17th of March.”

“Who said we agreed?” Dom asked.

“No men of your skill would be dumb enough to decline this offer, “ the man stated. He stood up, grabbed his pistol, and walked outside. When he had left they noticed that he had left a calling card. It read Pauly’s Authentic Italian Restaurant in Manhattan. All of them had heard of Pauly. Everyone had heard of Pauly, being a notorious thief pulling large heists all over New York. He was the stereotypical huge Italian mobster in New York. Although the trio needed the money, they were doubtful on the truthfulness of Pauly. They were many rumors of him cheating his partners, and taking all of their cut.

Chapter 3. The Bank is Open.

The three boys made their way to Pauly’s. They walked in the door and saw Pauly sitting in a booth towards the back of the restaurant near the kitchen. They shuffled awkwardly through the Italian decor and sat down. Pauly motioned towards the folder sitting on the desk. Dom opened it slowly. He saw it was information on the bank and skimmed through the info. The plans stated how they would get in and steal the cash. It told of the circuit breaker being in the supply closet of the bank, where cameras were, how many armed guards were there at once, distance from police station, where the money was stored, and even what type of safe was used. After they

were done with the file they stashed it away at Adrian’s request. He wanted to view the files on technology on his own. “If you know everything about the place why do you need us to do it?” Dom asked.

“Because I need people who can go in and not be suspected right away. I also need someone who is skilled for unplanned issues,”

Dom frowned. “That makes me believe that you don’t have the information.”

“I assure you that I have all the details on the bank.” The trio relaxed a little. Knowing that the job was secure put them off edge.

“When we rob the bank we will drop off your cut here at Pauly’s.” Adrian stated.

Pauly shook his head. “You are receiving the cut. I am taking 95% of the $1,000,000,000”

Dom glared coldly. “You promised us 1,000,000,000 big ones for robbing the bank. We won’t rob it for any less.”

“You are now taking a mere 3% for angering me. Shut up so I don’t lower that number again.”

Dom curled his fists. “You listen to me and you listen good-”

“No you listen to me.” The man was now shouting. “I am being generous for even considering hiring you, let alone actually paying you.”

Dom yelled across the table. “YOU CAN KEEP YOUR CHUMP CHANGE! WE AREN’T WORKING FOR YOU. YOUR RESTAURANT SUCKS. YOU DRESS LIKE A SNOT NOSED CHILD. YOUR FRIENDS ARE JUST AFRAID OF YOU, AND YOU'RE DUMBER THAN A  BOX OF ROCKS IF YOU EVEN CONSIDER SCAMMING US. GOODBYE.” The trio stormed out of the restaurant and knocked down a "Thanks for

CHILD. YOUR FRIENDS ARE JUST AFRAID OF YOU, AND YOU'RE DUMBER THAN A  BOX OF ROCKS IF YOU EVEN CONSIDER SCAMMING US. GOODBYE.” The trio stormed out of the restaurant and knocked down a "Thanks for waiting" sign, along with a bowl of mints and a box of toothpicks. They hopped into the iconic dented Mercedes. The trio soon became aware of a vague ticking noise when they were about to leave the parking spot.“Do you hear that?” Dom said.  The others nodded. They hopped out of the car and examined the engine. A fist sized object wrapped in duct tape, with a clock on the outside was found blinking red near the oil valve. Dom quickly picked it up and tossed it to Adrian. Adrian rummaged in the glove compartment of the car. He