A different kind of bank robbery - Part 2

‘You. Come over here!’ he shouted at the young lady. Now I was up to bind her and I was looking forward to it. Inwardly. I thought about what might be besides duct tape inside the branch to tie her up with. ‘Stop it!’ I said to myself. The bank teller entered the back office and was scared to death as she recognized her colleague bundled up ‘mmmphing’ on the floor. I tried to cool her down by making eye contact with her but it did not work very well. Probably because she also thought that she would be next. ‘Okay Sweeties. It would take some time for your friend to get loose. My compliments, you trussed him up very well. That would give us enough time to get away.’ Did I get this right? We should join him? That was worse a thousand times than lying bound and gagged next to Stefan!

What was the plan behind all this? Was this punk up to kill us both? No, that would not be the plan. Stefan had also seen him unmasked so he would have shot him too. The young woman was still scared. She looked at me with wide eyes. I looked back and then it hit me: She must have thought that I am a buddy of the bank robber! Finally I had started a conversation with her and distracted her. Afterwards I had tied her colleague into a tight ball. Standing in the counter office she could not have seen that I was held at gunpoint doing so. I tried to explain it to her by only using my eyes but I am not a good mime. She did not understand.

‘The three of us are ready to leave now. We are going to use your car, Sweetie. We get into it and drive away. All easy going.’ I nodded. This really sounded easy. If it was that easy to rob a bank I should give it a try myself. Even the bank teller thought about me as a bank robber. I was first, with the woman behind me and the gangster at the end with the gun ready to fire. In one hand I held the key to the car which the robber gave me as we started leaving the branch. He himself had grabbed his backpack full of money and swung it over his shoulder.

After I was directed to the parking area next to the bank branch I opened the car. It was an older model but already had power door locks. ‘You drive!’ the bank robber instructed. It was a Volkswagen Golf so no problem with that because I often had driven Volkswagen in the past. Amazingly calmly I adjusted the driver’s seat and the rearview mirror. The young gangster went okay with this. He sat next to the bank teller in the back seat. So there was no chance to start a maneuver what I had not in mind at all. I just started the engine and slowly left the parking area.

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While I was driving the gangster could not attack me anyway. So I tried to start a conversation to get more information to tell the police afterwards and make it easier for them to get him arrested. ‘So gentleman, where do you want to go?’ ‘I’ll tell you when it’s time. Turn left at the traffic lights.’ I drove adequate. The young lady did not say a word. From time to time I tried to catch her eyes in the mirror but she just starred out of the side window. ‘So what do you have in mind for us? Couldn’t you just kick us out onto the street?’ ‘Next turn right’ was his answer. After a while I started the next try. ‘My name is Daniel.’ It was more addressed to the woman because I wanted her no longer think that I was a buddy of this evil punk. And I expected not that the guy would tell us his real name. ‘Robert’ he replied surprisingly spontaneous. ‘Caroline’ said the young woman. Excellent! A least I knew her name now and also the name of the gangster. For a long time it was the last words spoken except for the short instructions of my human navigation system.

It led us out of the city. Houses got fewer, streets got wider and soon we drove on an interstate with trucks and commuters. ‘Quit here!’ I indicated and turned right into a resting area without washing rooms. Probasbly this would have been the reason why there was nobody else taking a rest. I drove into one of the parking lots and stopped the engine. Silence. Maybe Robert was getting off leaving us behind in the car? If he would take the key with him we had to get out too and try to stop a car and explain the whole thing to the driver. Robert had taken our mobile phones before we left the bank branch and pouched them into his backpack where all the money was stuffed. ‘Get out!’ Or it could even get worse. Maybe he was going to imprison us in the trunk? And as bondage maniac as he was bind and gag us in there? I figured out me first tying up Caroline thoroughly followed by Robert tying me next to Caroline before him gagging us both severely. It seemed not to be comfortable but I would be lying very close to sweet Caroline – inside the tiny trunk of a Volkswagen Golf! ‘Not you, only her.’