Jack Kursed by Glenn Bullion Read Free Book Online Page B

her jaw
dropping. Jack turned to see three masked men standing at the
entrance to the bank. One man pushed a taser to the security
guard's neck. The guard shook for a moment, and then fell to the
ground. Two men dragged the guard to the center of the bank while
the third pulled out a gun.
    "Everybody get on the
ground!"
    "Holy shit," Jack said. "People still
rob banks like that?"
    Two of them handled the
customers while a third went from teller to teller. Jack tried not
to laugh as Nikki and he were led away from her desk and forced to
lay on the ground on their stomachs. He decided to play along, as
this was the most interesting thing that happened to him in months.
Few things could compete with a night on the couch watching classic
movies on AMC, but a robbery certainly was one of them.
    Jack looked to his left and right.
Nikki was on one side, the cute woman with the McDonald's bag the
other. He breathed a sigh of relief. The last place he wanted to be
was anywhere near Grandma and Dennis.
    He glanced around the
room, searching for Grandma. Grandma, Ralph, and Dennis were near
the last teller. Ralph lay on his stomach, but Grandma sat up,
leaning against the counter. She held Dennis close to
her.
    "Look, old woman. I told you to lay
down."
    "Please, I can't. My
grandson, I have to hold him."
    The second man approached his friend
wielding the gun.
    "Tom, come on. She's ninety years
old."
    "Don't say my name!"
    Jack searched the faces of
the people around him. All the color left Nikki's cheeks. She
looked like she'd be sick any second. He reached out and touched
her hand, giving her a friendly nod. If he was careful, there was
still a chance he could make it to the plate and take a swing.
McDonald's woman next to him was crying. The men still argued over
how to handle Grandma. Jack rolled his eyes. They obviously weren't
professionals.
    A smell caught his nose. A sausage and
egg biscuit and hash browns.
    His stomach growled. He'd skipped
breakfast, thinking the trip to the bank would be a short
one.
    He looked at McDonald's
woman next to him.
    "Psst," he said. "Hey, lady. What's
your name?"
    She said nothing at first. Her mouth
opened, but no words came out. She looked up to make sure the
robbers didn't notice her.
    "J-Jasmine," she whispered.
    "Hi, Jasmine. Hell of a
name," Jack said, flashing his brightest smile. He pointed at her
bag. "Are you gonna eat that?"
    Jasmine was quiet. Jack reached out
and grabbed the bag, but didn't take it from her. When she didn't
resist or say anything, he took her answer as a no.
    "Thanks," he said. "I
didn't eat anything this morning."
    He took a bite of his sandwich as he
watched the bungling burglars in action.
    "Move your ass, man! You got the
money?"
    "Yeah. Let's go."
    "Hurry up!"
    The thief named Tom made it to the
door first. He immediately backed away, grabbing his friends by the
arms.
    "Shit! The cops are out
there!"
    "Are you kidding me?"
    "Dammit. I told you guys we needed to
move faster."
    Jack laughed, drawing the attention of
everyone at the bank.
    "Well, what did you
expect?"
    He was sitting up now,
leaning against the counter, eating his hash browns. Nikki was
gesturing with her hands, trying to tell him to be quiet. Jasmine
covered her mouth with her palm so she wouldn't scream.
    "Seriously," Jack
continued. "You three come rolling in here like the Three Stooges.
Taking out the guard, making as much noise as you can. Do you not
know what year this is? As soon as you walked in, I bet cameras
were going off, taking pictures, doing all that FBI crap. I bet
Grandma down there has a camera in her bra. You gotta love
technology."
    Tom locked the door to the
bank and grabbed his mask in frustration. His accomplices stood and
watched Jack in awe. Tom waved his gun around.
    "Everyone, scoot up against the
counter. Get moving."
    One of the robbers with a long scar on
his arm ran up to Tom.
    "Hostages? Are you
serious?"
    "We don't have a choice."
    Jack simply shook his head
as the