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   Phil Gardner 2003-5
Mid afternoon and the bank is quiet. I can see the entrance from here. Note every camera. Every employee. Every lock, every open door. The same today as every day. I should know. I've been watching.
Should I be doing this? Yes. I need the money. I have no choice.
I touch the gun inside my jacket. Reassured, I look again. A security guard looks back, meeting my gaze from beneath a peaked cap.
It has to be now. My time is up.
Ignoring my reflection, I adjust my hat and return to work.



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22nd May 2003

The Bank Job
   
by Phil Gardner