Run Before You Walk!

So, experimenting with a crime thriller for the first time. This has got to be the
darkest and weirdest idea I have ever got in my life! And yes, as always Im open to
criticism. And Siddarth Sundar, No this is not a rip off of the story you told me. And
Thank you, Abhinaya for suggesting names for characters, I suck at that job. And
after hearing the suggestions, I came to the conclusion, so are you! And please
dont see logic about the speakers. Thats one I cant avoid in this story.

Inspired by the Collar Bomb Heist, 2003. RIP Brian Wells.

So, what are you having for lunch? Want to get something? asked Akshara.

And leave the most important day of the year? The Boss will have our asses!
Besides, the accounts wont file themselves. Said Aadhi.

Well, he should have thought about that before he purchased that Villa in the
country side with the companys money.

Hush. Do you want to continue working here or not? And try to do something
productive.

So. Extra Cheese on the pizza?

Yes, please.

A little while later,

The pizza delivery guy is waiting outside the bank, and talking to someone on the
phone. One can clearly see he is anxious, as sweat continues to drip down his
sweatpants and covering the entire region of his employees official shirt.

Please, I have a family to attend to

Well, they will be mighty disappointed if you dont!

Okay, Okay, I will do it!

Dont make me call again!

Wait. What should I do after I walk out of there? Hey Lady, you there?

*CALL HUNG UP*

Taking a long breath, he entered the footsteps of the Quantum Bank, right in the
middle of Well, literally nowhere. The ironical advertising of the bank said that it
would be safer than Fort Knox itself! With minimal security and a drunkard for a
Chief Security Officer. Something is bound to happen and fast!

There you are, I was about to call you guys. It was about time you brought that
pizza! Im starving!

Sorry for being so late and that will be 150 Crore rupees.
As Aadhi reached for his wallet, he asked, Im sorry what did you say the cost
was?

The pizza delivery guy responded rather nervously, 150. 150 Crore Rupees

As the two co-workers stare at each other, comprehending the obnoxious response
from the guy who is talented in menial work. The Pizza guy unbuttoned his shirt!

Oh my God! shouted Akshara!

Okay, buddy. Calm down, we can have a rational talk about this. No need to kick
things on.

The almost crying delivery man was showcasing the bomb that has been tied to his
torso and a phone connected to a large package covered with block letter which
spelled C-4. But to the employees of Quantum Bank, it meant one and only one
thing only, total chaos!

Get your manager here! Right now! shouted the sobbing Pizza Guy.

Boss, sorry to disturb you. But we have a situation downstairs! said Aadhi.

What is it this time?

Well boss, to sum up, if we dont tackle this problem. Everything will blow up!

As the two go down,

Holy Mother of God. What the hell is this?

And you must be the manager. You sir, have the responsibility to save all the lives
in this building. Including yours and mine!

Okay, mate. What is it that you want?

Give me the 150 Crores and Im literally walking out the next moment!

The petrified employees didnt know what to do. They all gathered together and
started perpetrating prayers, while the manager and his protg, Aadhi cleared the
vault into one bag. Even they knew that his guy was carrying out a suicide mission.
He can virtually never get out of this place with all these money. It is too heavy for
one guy to carry all this money outside.

Here you go, man. 150 Crore Rupees in the bag. So whats next?

How did you get caught up in this mess anyway? asked Akshara to the Pizza Guy.

I was just delivering a pizza to a place. Someone put something like a blindfold and
tied something around me. I only heard voices and before I could realize, I was on
the streets with this tied to my torso!

Do you remember anything at all..?

*BEEP BEEP*
Hush, everyone. This is the most important phone call in all of our lives! You better
stay goddamn quiet!

I hope everything is going well, as I told you? asked the woman.

Yes. Can you tell how Im supposed to carry all this load from the middle of
nowhere? Do you expect me to carry it in my motorcycle?

Oh. Sorry. About that. Switch on the speaker.

*CLICK*

Good Afternoon, Quantum Bank. Be alive, people. And would someone volunteer
for Samir here and check on the vehicle he came upon! And please dont try to get
too close.

As Aadhi opened the door, he saw the vehicle alive and intact,

I dont understand. Why did she?

*BOOM!*

Thats my bike. Thats my bloody bike, you B

Remember to whom you are talking to, Samir. Is your bike important to you than
your life?

Okay, how do you expect me to walk out of this place? Do you think someone is
going to offer a lift to someone whos got a bomb strapped to his chest?

Yea. I totally agree with Butt wad right here! You so should have gone with other
suitable candidates here. Someone athletic, like Somu from our Accounts
department. That guy was a State Champion for something in consecutive
occasions! said Aadhi.

Aadhi, shut up, Will you! Shouted Akshara.

Im warning everyone there. Do not interrupt as Im talking to you. Said the

Woman.

She sounds worse than you whispered Aadhi to Akshara.

Shut up! said Akshara.

Samir, go outside. A number of vehicles will be approaching you. Whatever

happens, do not get tensed. I cant afford any more tensed co-workers. I already got
tons at my day-job!

So, you de-stress yourself by raiding banks as a part time job? asked Aadhi.

I thought I said do not interrupt my call. I have half the mind to call the phone
strapped to that bomb, Samir is wearing. Do you know what sound you will hear
after Justin Beibers Baby sound through the phones speakers?

If thats the last song that I will hear in this life, then its not worth living at all!
Dude. A Psycho Bitch on the other side is trying to blow us into smithereens. So
just shut up and let her continue. Shouted Samir.

Im going to let that slide, because you already got a lot of things on your chest.
Get it.? Never mind. Go to the door, now!

As Samir opened the door,

Freeze, you son of a gun shouted one amongst many a cop who is surrounding the
whole place with guns pointed at Samirs direction!

Okay Samir, place the bag in front of you and place the bag in front of you and
place the other package I gave you on it!

As Samir placed the small package from his Pizza Bag on top of the heavy bag,

Now, Samir. Turn on the speaker, so that the policemen can hear this.

Gentlemen, what you see before you is Class Z C-4 which armed and ready to
explode. Now I want you guys to give me a lot of space, to ensure the number of
Police Widows doesnt multiply. Im trying to earn money here, not the title of a
mass murderer!

What do you want us to do? asked the senior most officer there.

Nothing. Just let poor Samir go back inside and I will let everyone go, once I got
what is mine.

Okay, lady. We are all friends here. Lets not do anything harsh. Okay guys, you
heard her! Move back! said the Chief.

Do you want me to go back inside? asked Samir.

Yes I do, Samir. And close the door behind you.

As the employees gave a sigh of relief that the thing is over. They got even more
paranoid when they saw Samir walking back inside with the bomb intact on his
torso.

Sorry guys. Guess you have to hold your breath a little while longer. This nightmare
is not even closer to being finished! cried Samir.

Samir. You are a grown man. Dont cry, lamb chop. No ones getting hurt, FOR
NOW!

What else do you want from us? We already gave you all the money! shouted the
manager.

All right, Fat Ass. I know you guys have have 250 Crores of Cash in your vault. So
dont act stupid. Its simple, I will send you a few bank account details. You will wire
the 100 crores with the specifications to the details that I will be sending as a text
message to the phone Samir is holding. Dont even attempt to trace anything. They
are all benami accounts. Dont try anything stupid. You can either lose 100 crores
privately or 150 Crores publicly. Your call! Dont make me call again. Oh and Samir,
once the money is transferred with ease, I will tell the Police to come in and disarm
the bomb. And whatever happens, dont let sweat or water touch it! Its for your
own good and others around you. Nice knowing you all, Good Bye.

*BEEP*

As the call ended and the text message popped up, the manager had no other go
rather than transfer the amount and save his employees. But most importantly,
saving himself! As the process finished,

*RING RING*

Oh my god, the Bombs phone is ringing!

Should we attend that? Or Not? said Samir.

Well whats the worst that can happen? Other than blowing up? shouted Akshara.

What are you saying? asked Aadhi.

Im sick of all this torment. Attend it.

As everyone started to cover their faces and expecting a loud boom, instead they
got this,

Hello Petty Humans. This is your friendly neighborhood robber. There is no bomb
strapped to poor Samir here. You can take off that vest now. Im sorry for tormenting
you all for all this time. But I did this because, I wanted claim something that is
rightly fully mine or should I say ours. As your idiotic manager is looking at his
monitor screen, all the money is being wired to various organizations around the
world, which is to be used for various purposes other than buying a big fat Villa in
the country side. The money will be non-traceable and virtually non-existent to the
naked eye. So please dont waste your time finding it. You can rather try giving
loans at a lower interests rather than that. And By the way, my name is Tara.
Cheerio.

Wait. Is she serious about that? Can I really take that off? Asked Samir.

Alright People. Move back. Okay mister. Tell us whatever you know about that call!
And we want the truth! shouted the Police.

Im helpless. They tied this on me and made me do it.

Well, well conclude that when we finish the interrogation. Now march! You two, go
around and interrogate everyone. Someone has made fool of us and is free. I want
suspects within 24 hours. NOW MOVE!

A few days later,

Glad thats over said Akshara.

Me too. To Tara, the only girl who has made me sweat! toasted Aadhi.

And to Samir, the one guy who I saw shit his pants in fear! said Akshara.
Anyone talking about us? asked Samir.

Yea. We have single handedly pulled off the biggest heist in history! said Tara.

Yea the manager totally brought that crap. He is convinced of the whole thing and
not suspecting a thing! The thing where Akshara said to attend the call, was
genius!

So, what do we do with the money? asks Samir.

Im thinking of changing my name. Tara is getting a little too known and thats not
good for business.

A little later on the news,

City Police clean bowled with the whereabouts of the stolen money and proprietor
in chief of this mishap. Will we ever know what transpired.

From the Author of The Ashes of the Prey

Kudos,

Karthik Sreeram Kannan