Plan B.5
an excerpt

Vinny waved to her, obviously thinking she was some nice kook. That might have been better. Why was she robbing the bank again? That’s right because she had no money, no job, no nothing. She grimaced underneath the plastic mask. All of a sudden it struck her that no one could see her face, nor her facial expressions.
“This must be what women with too much plastic surgery feel like,” Claudia noted.
She checked her watch and realized that it was not going so well so far. She was third in line to get to the teller’s and, because of this; she might not get to see Tricia. Tricia was suddenly open and the woman in front of the man in front of her started walking towards the counter. She ran in front of the other costumer and shoved her aside, “I’m sorry, ma’am, but this is urgent!”
The woman cursed at her and walked back into the line. Tricia looked a little freaked at that point.
“I’m sorry, Tricia. But I needed to see you.”
“Um,” Tricia looked around, kind of worried. Claudia realized all of a sudden that the camera was up. It was on the teller four spots away from her. She held up one finger. “What can I help you with today, ma’am?” Tricia continued, even though Claudia had turned around and started to play with the remote in her purse.
The TV finally flicked off and she sighed, turning back to Tricia. “You, Tricia, can help me by giving me all the money you can and sticking it in these bags.” Claudia answered, dropping six black sacks on the counter in front of her, revealing the pea shooter that she kept in her palm.
“Uh… W-w-what?” Tricia began to stutter.
Claudia winced. This wasn’t going quite right. “Look, Tricia, I just got fired. So I need money really badly. It’s terrible, I’m going to lose my apartment, my car, even my fish if I don’t get some money. So, I need you to give me money. Okay? So, I’m just going to put this gun away and you’re going to put a bunch of money in these bags. Everything will be okay. No one will get hurt. And you will certainly not press any panic buttons. Because it’s not your money. And it doesn’t affect you if I take as much as you can give me in the next minute and a half. Okay?” Claudia stuck her hand in her pocket.
Tricia seemed to free up, although it was obvious just how freaked out she was. “Okay.” She took two bags and started stuffing them with the money from the drawers.
“And, by the way, Tricia, I know about bait money. So, please do us both a favor and don’t give me any.”
Tricia nodded, not looking up from her task except to occasionally glance at the clock on the wall above the door every couple seconds seconds. Claudia grinned behind the rubber mask. It was going perfectly.