TYCE (30 page)

      Dallas was also the picture of professionalism. Her mind replayed snap shots of last night; her coochie would tingle when she remembered rubbing Tyce’s cum all over her titties like sunscreen, but no one could tell by her face. She and Tyce showed no signs of lustful intentions towards each other. Dallas was poised and ready to get paid…she would get laid later.

      Jade Mutual was one of China town’s most popular banks. Tyce chose to hit the bank today because it was the only time during the year when the bank wasn’t busy as hell. Asians were some of the hardest working people he’d ever met but today was some kind of Chinese holiday so a lot of business was done the day before, leaving today wide open. The bank had two security guards and several high tech security cameras. The bank vault was set on a timer and too hard to get into but they wouldn’t need that anyway. There was a soft vault in a back room that they used to count the money before putting it into the vault. That room plus the stash the tellers hid under their drawers would easily add up to five million or more. Tyce knew everything about the banks set up. He’d been planning this for over a year but he knew he couldn’t do it alone…today was the day he’d been waiting for. The team left the coffee shop, which was a few blocks down from the bank. They all made the short walk to Jade Mutual; the getaway van was already parked in the back of the bank in a narrow alley. Everyone made their way to their positions outside the building and waited for the signal.

      Dallas was dressed like a man and from a distance, she looked like one. She wasn’t going in the bank anyway; her job was to hold down the back door and stay in the alley with Angelique who was behind the wheel of the van. The windows were tinted black but Angelique still wore a wig and sunglasses. Omar and Tyce planned to enter through the front while Sway came through the alley door. It was a hot California day and it was about to get even hotter. Sway walked around to the alley with Dallas and stood off to the side out of the camera’s view.

“You ready lil’ bit?” Sway asked Dallas lightly.

“Yeah, I’m kinda’ nervous though.” She admitted.

“Everything’s gonna be alright lil’ bit, jus’ keep your eyes open back here, I won’t let nobody come this way.”

Dallas nodded in appreciation, “Ok.”

Sway nodded at Angelique who was sitting in the driver’s seat of the van, he could barely see inside but he saw the thumbs up signal she gave him telling him she was ready to go. Sway looked like a mechanic, wearing grey overalls, a hat and dark shades. He had a fake mustache on which made him look much older than he was. He looked down

at his watch; it was one minute until show time. Angelique was snacking on “
skittles”
in the front seat while she waited for the action to start, she’d taken the bag from Tyce at the coffee shop earlier…she could see why he liked these things so much, they were good as hell she thought to herself. She poured the last of the sweet candy pebbles in her mouth and gripped the steering wheel nervously with both hands. She looked just in time to see Sway dash into the bank. Dallas trotted up to the back door and stood in the doorway looking inside. Sway moved like a soldier down the hallway and entered the lobby, Tyce and Omar came in at the same time. Tyce handled the security guard at the front by spraying mace in his face and hitting him the back of the head with the heavy chrome handle of his gun. He fell to the floor rolling around in pain. The other guard at the back of the bank had no time to react to what was happening in the front because Sway had a gun pointed at him before he could reach for his own.

“ON THE FLOOR NOW!! GET THE FUCK DOWN!!” Tyce shouted.

The bank only had about six people inside the lobby and five tellers; the manager was stationed at a desk off to the side around a waiting area.

Omar instructed the short Asian man to go to the soft vault room in the corner of the bank. The man hesitated at first, until Omar pistol whipped him a few times. After that brief beating, the man scurried over toward a door that looked like a wall. He put a funny looking key in the hidden lock and opened the camouflaged door. Omar pushed the man inside and made him fill his bag up with stacks and stacks of hundred dollar bills.

“Keep that pace up Mr. Lee….move that money nigga!” He commanded. It took the manager about three minutes to empty the soft count room.  

Outside Tyce jumped over the counter, “Back away from the counter people.” Tyce was keeping them away from any silent alarm buttons that were hidden in the desk. “Give me the keys to the bottom drawers now!”

The tellers obeyed and removed a key ring bracelet from around their wrist.

“Open the drawers and toss out the fake bank money. Don’t try anything stupid people, I know you keep a fake bundle of tens and twenties in the bottom of your drawers…so don’t act like you don’t speak any english.”

The frightened tellers all nodded rapidly but didn’t speak a word. They each went to their personal

drawers and removed the stacks of money being careful not to include any bait money. Tyce threw a bag on the counter,

“Fill it up and pass it along, don’t forget that bottom drawer either!”

Tyce did his research when it came to this bank; he knew the real money was in the second drawer under the top one that the customers see. He put the gun to the back of each tellers head as they filled the bag up with money and passed it down the teller line. After that, they all laid down on the floor like it was naptime. Tyce, Sway, and Omar had the bank on lock down and got the money in less than three minutes.

“Let’s go…let’s go!!” Tyce said hopping back over the counter with the heavy bag in hand. Tyce threw the bag to Sway and ran over to the soft vault,

“Yo toss me the bag O!”

Omar turned around and tossed the bag to Tyce, then swung around putting his gun to the little man’s head and made him get on the ground; he walked backwards towards the exit keeping an eye on the man. When he reached the door way he turned around and was unexpectedly staring down the barrel of Tyce’s chrome 9mm. Omar froze in his tracks and just stood very still, his gun was at his side but he knew he couldn’t move fast enough to shoot Tyce.

“What, you thought I didn’t know about you? Don’t look so surprised O…I’m not a dumb ass nigga.” Tyce said staring at his so-called best friend.

“Yo Tyce, what the fuck you doin’ man I I I…why you trippin’ all…”

“Shut the fuck up nigga, what the fuck you tryna to cop pleas now for huh? I fuckin’ fed yo ass for year’s nigga! What I got you got,

and now you plannin’ my death! Fuck you!”

Omar snarled at Tyce, “Naw nigga fuck you, you think you king shit around here! You aint got the heart to shoot me nigga…you a soft ass no money getting ass nigga! I’m tired of being yo sidekick! You kept me from gettin’ paid all these years, I COULDA’ BEEN RICH NIGGA A LONG TIME AGO!”

“I’ll be sure to send your mom some flowers.” Tyce told him as he fired a bullet into the middle of Omar’s forehead.

His body dropped to the floor and blood began to puddle from the back of his head. The manager was speechless and was staring at Tyce like he’d seen a ghost. Tyce put a finger to his lips in a hush motion and just closed the door, locking him inside with Omar’s body.

      Sway understood and knew why Tyce had killed Omar. Tyce told Sway about his plans earlier that morning, so Sway knew this was Omar’s last day on this earth and he backed Tyce up all the way. No one else knew about the execution; Tyce trusted Sway to get the security camera tapes from the bank and destroy the footage. Sway got those important tapes while Tyce was busy with Omar. Without those tapes, there was no evidence of the robbery or the murder. Tyce and Sway grabbed the bags of money and ran towards the back exit. All the employees in the bank were on the ground crying and screaming at them in Chinese. The two men ignored the foreign pleas, hit the door, and ran across the alley to the van. Tyce snatched the door open and stopped…

“Where the fuck is Angelique and Dallas!” He turned to Sway with a horrible look on his face.

They both looked around the alley but they didn’t see them anywhere…they were gone.

“What the fuck…
fuck
fuck
fuck
!!” Tyce punched the top of the roof.

“We gotta go Tyce…we gotta go!” Sway grabbed his shoulder and pushed him in the back of the van. He got behind the wheel and

mashed his foot on the gas pedal speeding away from the bank. Tyce jumped in the front passenger seat and shook his head in disbelief,

“Were they here when you went in?” He asked frantically.

“Yeah…they both were here…Angelique was in the van and Dallas was by the door!” Sway shouted as he drove.

Tyce looked around the van; searching for any signs of anything…he noticed a wig lying on the floor in the back, it was the wig Angelique was wearing.

“Somebody got em man!” Tyce said holding

the wig. “Fuck!”

“Let’s jus’ dump the van and get to the warehouse, we’ll figure it out from there.” Sway tried to calm Tyce down.

They pulled up to an abandoned lot ten agonizing minutes later and torched the van; Tyce’s jeep was parked there already so they hopped in and headed to the warehouse. Tyce’s mind was going a mile a minute. He hated to think that Biz had the girls but that was probably true…damn he hated to think about that, 20 minutes later, they were in the warehouse putting the bags of money in Tyce’s vault. Tyce didn’t even mind that Sway was seeing where he hid his money…shit he was to worried about Angelique and Dallas to care.

“What you want me to do with these?” Sway held up the security camera tapes.

“Damn the tapes, one of those cameras covered the alley.” Tyce remembered.

They looked at the labels on the tapes and finally came across a tape that had the initials, B. A. E. They assumed that stood for back alley entrance. Tyce put the tape in the old VCR and TV set he had from years before. Since they stopped the tapes after the robbery, they just had to rewind the video a little to see what happened. Tyce and Sway watched closely; they saw Dallas standing by the back door, they couldn’t see the van because the camera didn’t pan that far. Everything looked normal until Dallas turned around and ran toward the van pointing her gun. She never came back into the view of the camera and it cut off shortly after that.

“What the fuck was that?” Tyce said out loud.

The two men looked at each other blankly. Just then, Tyce’s phone vibrated on the table across the room. He raced over to it and picked it up; he looked at the screen…

      “Wasup?” He asked agitated.

“Tyce, Angelique and another girl are here, their locked up in a room in the back of the

house!”

      “Are they ok?” Tyce asked pacing the floor.

“Yeah, their alive...but you better hurry up and get over here! I gotta go…you jus’ need to hurry up!”

Tyce put the phone in his pocket and walked quickly toward his vault. He went inside the room and opened the closet that contained his guns. Curiosity got the best of Sway, so he went into the room,

      “Who was that?” He asked.

Tyce didn’t turn around to answer, “Biz has the girls.”

“Damn.” Sway balled his fist up, “What you