Mr. Piggy’s gloved hand quickly started the car, and checking traffic, he pulled out into the street. The alarm on his watch beeped again, signalling five minutes. A long sigh of relief passed his lips, the adrenaline rush from the job, now turning into a different form of rush.  Bonnie, leaving her mask in place, looked over at her partner, “Fuck Clyde, FUCK FUCK FUCK!” she screamed in excitement, “We fucking did it!”  “...

Grace sits in her car, looking at the diamond encrusted “Gracie” pendant around the white gold necklace that Ryder had given her. She plays with the pendant between two of her leather gloved fingers, absent mindedly, like she always does when lost in deep thought. Tonight was going to be different, a change, something new and hopefully exciting for both her and Ryder. She steps from her car and softly closes the door. Gra...