Robbery

The shop assistant, grinning defiantly, stared at Andres’ gun. Andres didn’t like this assistant at all. He looked like trouble, and would probably be no mouse.

“Just open the register numb-nuts!”

Andres flicked the end of the gun downwards, but then noticed the register was already open. The assistant looked like he was going to make a sarcastic comment, so Andres put the gun to his forehead. The assistant stopped smiling.

“Put the money, in a bag.”

The assistant nonchalantly did as instructed, but Andres noticed he was just scooping quarters.

“The bills! Leave the damn change! Just fill it with bills!”

“You should have come a hour ago. The manager cashed up and took it to the bank.”

Andres glanced down into the money tray. There were no notes. Frustrated and anxious he snatched the bag and yelled,

“What have you done with it! Get me the cash or I’ll spray your brains!”

He raised the butt of the gun, but the assistant was quick. He had ducked behind the counter. Bad move though, Andres would kill him now.

Andres pointed the gun down behind the counter, but was then distracted by someone entering the shop. He swung around to see a cop, frozen in mid draw. Andres had his gun pointed at the cop now, and took advantage of the upper hand. He moved to the door, gun not wavering from the cops eyes, watching for the slightest movement. Once outside, he ran. The cop shouted to the assistant, who confirmed he was okay, then dashed off in pursuit.

The shop assistant dusted himself off, picked up a bag of bills and pocketed some smokes. He then gave the unconscious man, in the 7-11 shirt behind the counter a kick, and walked out of the shop, grinning.