"Gentlemen." Warned their leader, a short bloke named Alderman.
"That was before I knew the stakes, governor. I just wanna get in and out, quick as possible, and hope no one get's tangled up in this."
"Yeah, well make sure you don't bail on me now, Khan. If anyone plays silly buggers, you shoot them right down. You too, Jonesy"
"Sure. Whatever you say." Jones nodded.
They walked around a corner, reaching the door that led into the bank proper. Jones took a deep breath, a very deep breath, and then looked to Alderman. He'd always been a little bit scared of his boss, even if they were distantly related. There was something creeping, dark, about the way he seemed to know exactly what you were thinking. He took his hard hat off, running a hand through his thinning grey hair, and then took the stockings from the inside of his helmet and slid them over his face. "Neither of you getting stage fright?"
"Not yet." Khan said, pulling his stockings down.
"Good. Mr Morricone's depending on us, and I certainly don't feel like letting him down now."
They each pulled back their slide barrels then, after taking very deep breaths, raced through the doors. "This is a robbery!" Alderman screamed, his gun in the air. "Put your hands in the air and don't try anything clever!"
His words were almost drowned out by the wailing alarms. Before any of them could even wonder why they hadn't heard the alarms through the doors, there was the sound of gunfire as the three policemen, Alan, Bob and Colin, fired at them. The six were suddenly engaged in a furious gunfight, shooting and shooting until Alderman managed to grab a civilian and point a gun at their head. "Everyone! Stop shooting now!"
The policeman, and Khan and Jones, did just that. The room was met in the silence of the aftermath. Alderman smiled. "Thank you. That's good. Now, this is how it's going to work-"
"Gov?" Khan said.
Alderman looked at him. "What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy?"
"There's a body on the floor."
"So? They must have got caught in the gunfire." He turned back to the policemen. "Now, gentlemen as I was saying-"
"The body. It's Morricone."
Alderman looked over and saw the body on the floor was indeed that of their boss, Sergio Morricone, lying on the floor with his chest half torn out by bullets. "Oh, bloody hell." Alderman said. He aimed his gun at the policemen. "Which one of you shot him, because I can sure as hell tell you that they'll be the first to die."