quick fff#5

so i know i'm late with this fff, but i wanted to write anyway. my weekend proved to be extremely grueling and anything but restful. forgiveness please.
flake rake break stake snake
the alarm rang.
3minutes.
we all knew what was at stake. our rake. my 20per cent upped to 25; leave it to ronden to flake out. 8times we had ran this same scheme and 8times successful. why ronden flake out now was beyond me. but i didn't care. he was one hell of a wheel man, but i wasn't completely foreign to the stick shift or the getaway and was prepared to get us away with haste.
"everybody on the ground." they always listened. not a hero among them in 8attempts. pathetic really. we could have been using water pistols; they wouldn't have known the difference.
"relinquish your wallets+purses." we filled pillow cases like it was halloween, except this was faster+easier than going door to door.
1:30.
the real loot; the safe and safety deposit boxes were emptied into a pillow cases too. had become typical to break bossman's nose to get in, so now it just happened. we had our hands full of pillows.
documentation of the event had been recorded and the copy came with us too; added to our collection. we watched those tapes with pride like game film before our next football match; studied+analyzed.
2:30.
"shut up.. shut the fuck up," suddenly yelled over the tears+screams.
a gunshot.
into the air.
silence.
2:52.
:53.
"we gotta go."
out the front to the car.
where was the car?
where was the fucking car? that fucking snake, ronden!
3minutes.
cops surrounded.