Gill Marcus'stuff

'You've got money with you isn't it?' Strap asks his enemies in the dark.

'Yes we have,' one of them replies.

'Can you see me?'

'Yes we see you, man.'

'Okay. Carefully walk my direction but first and foremost, place your weapons on the ground. Try anything funny and you are dead meat. Do you hear me?'

Thought they replied not, instructions were carried with aplomb.

'My name is Kurt,' their leader cooed. 'My boss's daughter is so filthy even our neighbourhood's dogs.Those who take fun in trampling on,mankind, rubbish bins and their ilk would curse the day they were born if ever they came to lock eyes with her.'

After he concluded saying controversial statement, the young woman failed to hold back her emotions and cried out loud to her captors annoyance.

'She's the reason we're all here,' Strap says as if touched by his adversaries words. 'I find it ironic and unfortunate that those who had failed to protect her, see no wrong in mocking her. This just shows that God sent us to teach you manners.By the way, without further or due, put the money forward.'

'Uh,'Praise says smelling the sweet aroma,a smell of which only new money is full of. This is Gill Marcus'stuff or should i say big fives?'

'It's on!' Tolerate gave out orders to her female hostage. 'Run girlie run!'

He fires a couple of shots to the sky while watching gangsters run like cartoon, their head-gear hitting the ground one at a time with no chance of them picking them up.

'Shit!' Pristine says to Stephina and Kurt. 'This automobile is out of gears. What do we do in this situation?'

'Oh my God take my soul,' Stephina interjects fighting back tears. 'I guess this was meant to be.'

They gladly watched as the enemy treaded back to their vehicle.

Upon calculating a couple of thousands, Strap smiles and sips a twelve year old cognac straight from the bottle. Later on his face changes, eyes become red as if to emulate a burning furnace.

'Fools!' he exclaims hitting the table. 'We've been played for fools.'

'Conned?' Tolerate asks.

'Yes. Eighty percent of our loot is fake!'

'We should've let Praise count it before we handed him back Steph.'

'It's all your fault. I'm your leader and I've struggling to get back to my best since shootout with the police a month ago.Maybe one or all of you fools are collaborating with the enemy to topple me. On that note, I got to say, all the money belongs to me.'

'Boss!'

'What?'

'You can't do this to us on a new year's eve.'

He packed his backs and left with they still trying to figure out which of the said counterfeit might be real.
Greed did not get him far in life. Was driving on a quite gravel road when sirens wailed behind him. He looked at his rearview mirror and there they were---the boys in blue inside a white and blue car, flicking headlights as a sign for him to stop. He accelerated and woke up in the hospital under a heavy police presence.

Damn! He thought to himself. Only if I had stayed for the night.