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footsteps approached. A man came around the corner as Darren pumped the shotgun.
         “Jesus Christ!” the man yelled as he jumped. It was Michael.
         Darren held the gun in place.
         “And where the fuck have you been?” Darren yelled.
         “I heard the sirens, so I got out of there. I knew you’d find a way out. Our getaway route would have been sealed off.”
         “Bullshit! You fucking hang us out to dry, now you show up for your cut of the money?”
         “No! It’s not like that.”
         “Who did you tell about this place? Who knows we’re here?”
         “No one man! I swear!”
         “Darren! Put the gun down!” Jenny yelled from behind him.
         “He set us up Jen, I can feel it.”
         “No I didn’t! I wouldn’t set up my own sister! What the fuck?” Michael said.
         “Look, he just got scared, ok?” Jenny said. “Please, babe, put the gun down.”
         Darren looked at her, and slowly lowered the shotgun.
          “He doesn’t get a cut of the money ,” Darren said.
         “I’m the one who planned this whole thing,” Michael argued.
         “Look! We can sort it out later. Let’s get inside,” Jenny interrupted.
         Darren turned and looked at Jenny.
         “Where is the hostage?”
         “Oh shit ,” Jen said.
         “What hostage?” Michael asked, but Darren was already running back into the house.
         When he got inside, Duncan was gone. He looked out the window and saw the man lumbering down the dirt road. He hadn’t gotten far. Darren took off after him and caught up to him easily, striking him in the back of the head with the shotgun, sending Duncan sprawling face first.
         “Nice try dipshit. Get up,” Darren said. He jerked the man to his feet and dragged him back to the house. Darren was frustrated he had underestimated the little man. Duncan was short, slightly balding and a little pudgy. His face was doughy and clean shaven. Not someone you’d perceive as a threat, or even with the slightest set of balls. Once they got inside, Michael began to lose his shit.
         “You took a fucking hostage? Are you nuts?”
         “I killed a guy in the bank too. Some old guy took a shot at me. We had to take a hostage after you bailed on us.”
         “Jesus fucking Christ! This was supposed to be a quick, in and out robbery. Easy! Not shooting old people and kidnapping people ,” Michael noticed Duncan’s nametag. “Jesus, you took the fucking branch manager? They are gonna have everyone looking for us.”
         “Why did you come out here? You bailed. Speaking of which, you left before we did. Where exactly have you been? You should have beaten us here ,” Darren asked.
         Darren dragged Duncan back to the corner and pulled his suit jacket off. He undid the man’s tie.
         “Put your hands behind your back,” he ordered. Duncan did as he was told as Darren tied the tie around his wrists, cinching it into a tight knot.
         “That’s too tight!” Duncan complained.
         “I don’t give a shit,” Darren said, “Now sit.”
         Duncan did as he was told and then looked up at Darren.
         “Please don’t kill me,” he whimpered.
         “Shut the fuck up already,” Darren said and kicked him in the leg.
         “Jesus, Darren! You don’t have to be so mean to him!” Jenny yelled.
         Darren’s head was starting to hurt. The stress and adrenaline of the day was starting to take its toll. Not to mention everyone bitching. He was surprised by his own roughness since the robbery, but something about robbing a bank and blowing a man’s head off takes a toll on a non-sociopath.
         “God!” Darren yelled. “Will everyone just shut the fuck up? I can’t even think straight.”
         Darren walked into another room and sat against the wall. He sat the shotgun down and