2 February 2012
Survivors
The car door slammed and the car screeched away. Almost taking the corner on two wheels.
The blue lights flashed as the police car pulled up outside the bank. Two officers entered and found the bank staff and their customers handcuffed to each other.
The bank manager was livid, and had turned a nice shade of red.
“Go after them, they just left.” The manager yelled as he tried to jump up and down, but was prevented from doing so by the two people he was handcuffed to.
“Now sir what seems to be the matter.” One of the officers calmly asked.
“What seems.... You idiot we’ve been robbed. You probably passed the robbers on the street.”
“No sir we did not. There was a car pulling away, do you think that may have been them?” the officer took out his notebook and began to take notes.
The bank manager’s face grew redder. The people he was handcuffed to tried to keep some distance between them, hard to do when attached at the wrist.
“Sir, tell us what happened and my colleague will unlock the handcuffs.”
The other officer had been searching his pockets and came up empty handed. With a shrug of his shoulders he informed the first office of the lack of a key for the handcuffs.
“Just a moment.” The first officer held up a hand to stop the manager form talking. With his other hand he began to check his pockets.
“Sorry about this sir. We seem not to have any keys.”
The manager began to splutter, unable to get the words out.
The first officer turned to a customer and spoke.
“Madam, could you tell me what happened?”
“As the manager said the bank was robbed. They came in with shotguns and two bags of handcuffs. They forced us at gunpoint to put the handcuff on. Could you please tell your colleagues back at the station to bring keys.”
“Oh Fred would you radio in. Knew there was something I forgot to do.”
“You are an incompetent idiot.” The manager shouted.
“Now, sir. Please control yourself, before you have a heart attack.”
“Get me out of these handcuffs.”
Fred returned.
“Sorted. Roadblocks are being set up and the detectives are on their way, with the keys.”
The manager relaxed only a bit.
“Please everyone sit down on the floor.” The first officer turned to watch the main door to the bank.
The detectives swaggered in.
“Now this is interesting. Everyone please get out your id’s.”
“What the hell for?” the manager yelled.
“We need to see some identification. Wallets and purses, please.”
The customers struggled to comply, still with the handcuffs on.
The detectives collected the wallets and purses.
“Well looks like we have everything we need. Shall we?” the detective gestured towards the main doors.
“Thanks folks.” The first officer said and he and the others left.