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[center][i] IN [/i][/center]

[center][b][i]A Sickly Feeling [/i][/b][/center]
                                                                                
[center]Prologue[/center] 
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[center][color=DeepPink]"Thirty-Five minutes..."[/color] the thought escaped through his lips in the form of a low mutter. The finely dressed Irishman is currently seated on the passenger side of a white and not-at-all suspicious looking van. He stared down at the bottom of the vehicle, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tries to block out the highly obnoxious singing of his "professional" hirelings. The lyrics of "livin' on a prayer" rang throughout the interior of the vehicle as Sean AKA Mr.Bipolar slowly raised his head to gaze upon the road in front of him before letting out a moan of disbelief and frustration [color=DeepPink]"Thirty-Five damn minutes! We have only moved a few inches for the past Thirty-Five minutes."[/color] His hand slid down from his nose, stretching the bottom half of his face before letting flop right back onto his lap as he stared out, bewildered at the conga-line of over a dozen cars. [color=DeepPink]"Thirty-Five minutes of listening to all of you sing the same goddamn song over and over and over again! Jesus H. Christ!"[/color][/center]

[center]The singing came to a halt as all Six men just stared at their annoyed leader in complete and utter silence. The man fellow driving the vehicle gave Sean a gentle nudge on his upper-arm before giving him a toothy grin "Let the guys have their fun boss, from the looks of things we will be stuck here for a while."[/center]

[center]Ignoring the driver, Mr.Bipolar leaned forward a bit as he glared at the traffic. [color=DeepPink]"What on earth is even the cause of all this? I swear if this is all over for something stupid I'll-"[/color] Before being able to finish his sentence, Bipolar was interrupted by one of the hirelings seated in the back "Probably a car crash or something. Those kinds of things are starting to get more frequent you know." the others mumbled in agreement, some even betting that it was because of some superpowered freak. "Oh yeah, you know how those kinds of people are. They think that they're hot shits because they can shoot fireballs out of their hands or fly! When in reality they're just assholes who go around wrecking shit."[/center] 

[center]Mr.Bipolar rolled his eyes, such talk coming from the people who are about to rob a damn bank. He was about to point it out before realizing that the cars in front are finally starting to move at a decent enough pace. Mr.Bipolar let out a sigh of relief, he kind posses the sudden desire to let out a loud cheer. instead, he straightened his posture and cleared his throat, waiting for their own vehicle to start moving once more. A song slowly broke out within the vehicle.[/center]

[center][color=DeepPink]"For fuck sakes"[/color] He muttered as to himself as quietly as he could. He now understands why so many people own headphones. He looked over at the driver who just finished off a high note. [color=DeepPink]"How long until we arrive at our destination?"[/color] He asked, already fearing the answer. He just wanted all of this to end. He knows that this song will be haunting his dreams for the entirety of the year. The Driver let out a sigh, annoyed that his sing-along with his buddies was interrupted.  "Ah, I'm not so sure man, maybe 30 more minutes? Hell, maybe even an hour! It all depends on the flow of traffic. Just sit back and relax boss." The thing is, Sean was not able to relax, not only because of how much he is going to hate this damn song for the next several months but also because he is both nervous and afraid. No amount of literature and unrealistic bank heist scenes in cinema history could never fully prepare him for all of this.[/center] 

[center]This robbery was not only going to make him a good bit of money, but it will also be his big debut. If he fails, a good chunk of his plan will be ruin.[/center] 

[center]The rest of the ride was pure agony. So much so that Mr.Bipolar wished that he was dead upon birth. The only good thing that came out of all of this was that the hirelings finally stopped singing the same song over and over again. Then he desired to kill himself once more as they sang a new song, a song called "Don't Stop Believin'." Nothing was wrong with the songs themselves it was just the fact that they kept on singing it over again until every single lyric was imprinted in his mind.[/center]

[center]Finally, the bank was in sight. Bipolar loudly cleared his throat hoping to capture the attention of his hirelings. [color=DeepPink]"Listen up, if all goes according to plan, this should be an easy enough score. I go in, and as soon as you all see the civilians flee the building, I want you to equip your mask and join me inside, one of you stay by the door and keep a lookout. If you spot trouble, tell me. Driver-"[/color] Again, for the second time today he was interrupted. By the same fellow from before, who was currently gazing upon his mask that shares a resemblance to the Comedy and Tragedy masks that are usually associated with theatre. "Boss, what is up with these masks? No offense but couldn't you have picked something a bit more intimidating?"[/center]

[center]Lord have mercy. [color=DeepPink]"Ah, no it is inti- Look, I am just trying to go with a theme here. Ok? Now please stop interrupting me."[/color] he took in another deep breath, hoping that he can go on without wanting to shoot anyone. [color=DeepPink]"Driver, once everyone is out of the van. Take it somewhere behind the bank, ok? I know it's going to be hard because it is a fucking white van, but try not to appear suspicious. Now, does everyone understand what they are supposed to do? Ok? Ok." [/color] [/center]

[center] He cleared his voice once more, feeling the sudden dryness before turning around to gaze upon the bank once more. He felt his heart pounding against his chest like it was a bongo. He proceeded to reach down to the bag between his feet to pull out a strange three-face mask before gently placing it into position, feeling the stings of it latching onto his face to become one. He can feel its power surge throughout his body, a sudden burst of confidence filled his spirit as he stepped out of the vehicle. [color=DeepPink]"Ok, time to do this thing..."[/color][/center]