Final Operation Poem by Joshua Mccoy

Tech scanned the layout of the structure one more time for any glitches in our plan as we wheeled around the corner of Rich and Fancy Street in our robust white van.
We have the time frame of nine minutes and thirty-two seconds to pull this off or this failed bust will be the end of my days as field leader.
Thoughts of temporary anxiety are flushed out suddenly by the scrapping of a wide metal door sliding open and intense bright light swallowing my vision to pure white.

Masks roll down faces
Holes are properly aligned
Hello boys and girls
Joker says “it’s Showtime! ”

I burst in through automatic sliding doors with guns a-blazing on bullet proof glass to send clothed chickens in a frenzy for safety underneath whatever they could find while Bruno body slams two spaced out guards up against the wall with a heavy thud and strips them of their weaponry and pepper spray just in case. I casually stroll up to a frightened ghost faced woman standing on trembling legs with a barrel pointing at the only hole in the glass big enough for a bullet to be meet with her one on one and say the classic line and hand her a goody brown sack just to be nice. Shaky hands grasp the cold steel dial to the safe located down the hallway behind her desk and pull out stacked crisp bills as I look around and decide to have some fun while patiently waiting with 6 minutes left on the clock. Since accuracy is one of my strong points; I fire wildly up into the air dousing the title floor beneath with tiny clinks as shells litter the ground and tell Bruno to connect the dots. As he raises he head and sticks out a finger, the window to his left takes a blow from a flying object and sends a waterfall of thick sharp shards to cascade down upon him. Apparently, a young curly haired kid had a bold statement to make about how we withdraw money and stood firm with clenched fists clamped behind his grandpa’s leg. Before I gave the order to sick an angry giant filled with rage on them, a soft sound barely within the range of hearing filled my ears and a swarm of blue and red flashing dots began to appear from the border line that stretched out across the horizon. As I rushed the woman with the plump bag to hand it over with threats and waved my equalizer around, I made sure the man who performed the summoning took one for the team on my way outward.
The tricky part guided by Tech was a breeze
Everything went according to plan
The escape can either make or break a well planned heist
Lucky for us, alleyways and highway crossing were our specialty
A breeze that quickly drifted into a dead end
And left us cornered in by headlights, riffle men, one hundred poised officers ready to fire.
I slugged Bruno hard in the right arm and smashed in a blinking red device that I had neglected to check for when we left the bank.
So that’s why that guard smiled before Bruno stomped his skull in on the way out.
He knew we would be placed in front of a one hundred man firing squad, all equipped with machine guns holding twelve rounds
And be fired upon until a cloud of gun smoke replaced every molecule of our existence.
The money we had dropped off with Tech before we part ways with an empty bag, paid for Tech’s little sister dire kidney transplant cost before her final hour almost took her life.