The door flung open as his foot booted it using immense force. 2 big men sat at the couch conversing. The 2 men jumped up and reached for their guns on the table, but Tay-K reacted too fast. Everything seemed to stall for a minute, as Tay-K pulled his gun from his pants and shot both the guys in the chest. Silence engulfed the room as the airy noise of the gunshot rung out. Tay-K peered around the room for the money. He spotted the money in a half opened cupboard in the dining room.
Tay-K grabbed it and bolted out the door. But a sound filled his ears. It was the cops. Tay-K chucked the cash in his pouch and ran like the wind. Over the speaker the cops yelled,”stop right there or we will shoot!” Tay-K wasn’t stopping, it was a race. He knew if he got to his getaway vehicle three blocks away they wouldn’t be able to catch him. Hopping and swerving around signs and buildings Tay-K was rushing with adrenaline. Bullets flied past him none quite hitting.
200 feet ahead was the getaway car, all he had to do was get there. He popped a shot back at the police who were now right on his tail. The bullet hit the front tire and the car slowed down giving Tay-K the advantage. He made it to the car soon after. He won the race.
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