Publication 3 story Michael White was a retired criminal. He lives in a high end apartment and has no job. Why? Because he doesn't need one. White has robbed about 12 small banks in his life and he was good at it. He was greedy and wanted more, this time he was going to retire once and for all by robbing the city's biggest bank. “Hey” Michael says over the phone “I have one last job, come over here.” As Michael hangs up he started to wait. The doorbell rings and he goes to open it. “Ayyyyyyy, what's up, I haven’t seen you in ages man.” Garry says. Garry was Michael's robbing buddy. “Nothing man but I got a job, we are going to jump the Maloof Bank.” White says in an excited tone. “I'm up for it, I went broke about two months ago.” “Well let's get started.” Michael pulls out a white board and and Expo and starts writing. “ We need a motorcycle, car, duffle bag, gun and masks for both of us. You get it ready and tell me when.” A day later Michael get a call. “It’s ready.” Michael gets up gets on the motorcycle sitting outside that Gary dropped off and starts to drive toward the bank.
“Get down! Get on the ground, don't move!” Michael screams with a loud, harsh, and raspy voice as he point his assault rifle at the pedestrians. He sprints to the back of the bank and gets stopped by steel bars with a lock. He points his gun and shoots the lock clean off. He’s in. The sound of sirens bounce of the walls echoing down the alley. Michael White speeds down the alley on a bright red motorcycle with a duffle bag of money strapped to his back. The sounds of sirens can be heard in the distance as White weaves through the cars driving down the streets. He sees a barricade made by cop cars in front of him about fifteen or so. Without hesitation White makes a sharp turn and ramps straight off the raised highway. He plummets 30 ft down and lands the motorcycle on its wheels.. He drives as fast a he can still dodging and moving around cars when he suddenly stops. He gets off his motorcycle and quickly sprints between two buildings. The cops didn't know where he went. They were confused because they found his motorcycle laying in the middle of the road but not him. Little did they know White was already gone. When he went between those buildings he already had a car waiting for him. He got in the car and they escaped. When Michael White got back to his safe house, which was right on the border in the outskirts of town he opened the back and started counting his money. $1,000, $2,000, $3,000. After he finished counting he was rich. Michael successfully stole $1,200,000 from the bank.