Free SAGE by Jessica Caryn Page A

was low and sexy. He said he’d give me a massage and then we’d eat. We would make love all night. In the morning we would have to let the world back in.
    Tonight is what mattered.
    Tonight I felt like a queen.
     
    CHAPTER THIRTEEN
    RAMSEY
    Alabama- Bank #1 
    The white non-descript van was Scott’s idea. Well, he didn’t know shit. I found a shop and had professional artwork done. The decals were a fake company logo. It would be noticeable but wouldn’t draw attention.  We were inside the van outside of the bank.
    I start each job with a calm mind.
    We were there for the cash.
    The people inside wouldn’t be hurt.
    I did things with purpose and discipline. 
    I glanced at Scott and Mitch. It wasn’t his name but he was Scott’s male bitch. Sage sat with her head back and eyes closed. She had her mask and gloves on. I would set the tone and she would follow my lead. The dance was familiar. It was just a different song. I would keep her right. Scott looked at his watch. Nah. Sage would keep time for me. We’d go on my mark. I didn’t have to check for her. I shifted.
    Yeah my girl would do this nice and easy.
    I slid open the van door.
    I jumped out and we rushed inside.
    Sage sprinted past me and jumped the counter.
    She vaulted the plexi glass and pulled her gun. 
    “Hands up!  Move Back!”
    Scott secured the customers in the lobby.  Alright.
    Mitch was slow as fuck. 
    I shook my head. 
    The clerks came out from behind the counter.
    Sage ducked out of view.  “Clear!” 
    I yanked a badge off a brunette’s neck.
    She squealed.
    I pulled the keys off her belt.
    I winked at her and was gone.
    I ran down the hall. The response time was under two minutes if an alarm was triggered. I needed to get in and out. I hit the security panel and then bypassed the generic code on the outdated door.
    I rushed inside the vault.
    Three keys, a slight tap, and strong feel.
    I packed the first bag twenty- five seconds later. 
    Tight and not too light.
    The even weight would be easier to manage.
    I skipped the color coded bands, raw bills, no dye. 
    Yeah, this bank was old school. 
    I emptied the raw.  
    “150 seconds!”  Sage was at the door. 
    I zipped up the bags.
    I slung them over my shoulders.
    I ran out the vault.
    Sage fell into step with me.
    We ran down the hall.
    The bank lobby was quiet. 
    Scott had the employees situated. 
    Sage ran past me to the front doors.
    I tossed the badge to the brunette.  
    She caught it.
    DNA and fingerprints all her.
    Sage scanned the street outside.
    She flung the door wide and ran out.
    I came out behind her. 
    No sirens. No cars.
    The white van squealed to a stop at the corner.
    We ran to it and jumped inside.
    Sage glanced at me. “They’re slow.”  
    “I know.”  I dropped the bags at our feet. 
    The driver glanced at us through the rear view mirror.
    “I don’t want to get caught.”   He told us.
    “Twenty seconds.” Sage kept time.
    I watched the door.
    “We leave in twenty with or without them.”
    “10 seconds.”  Sage said.
    I shook my head.
    The bank doors opened.
    “15 seconds.” 
    They ran to the van.
    Mitch threw the bag inside.
    They got in and the driver pulled off quick.
    They lost their balance and fell.
    I slid the van door closed.
    Sage glanced at me.
    I didn’t have to tell her.
    There would be some changes on the next one. 
    The driver drove the normal speed.
    We heard the sirens.
    Sage checked her watch.
    She flashed her palm and her index finger.
    Six minutes. I shook my head. Fuck.
    We drove outside the city limit.
    A few minutes later the driver pulled off the road.
    He made it to the check point early.
    I grabbed the lighter bag and jumped out the van.
    Sage came out behind me. 
    The driver pulled the decals off the side.
    I didn’t have a name on him yet. I would.
    He gave them to me. 
    I would talk with him soon.
    I walked away from the van.
    Sage fell in step beside me.
    We took off the ski masks and fitted