White Collar Terrorism

The manual was right. It only took Vince eight days to build his helicopter. He had ordered it online, a build it yourself: two-person helicopter. Each piece of the chopper was shipped to him with its own serial number and instructions on putting it together with the other pieces. Eight days is all it took for him to finish his project, now he had to learn how to fly it.

Vince put so much passion into, but couldn’t tell anyone. It was his secret, his plan. He couldn’t share anything or they would all be accessories. So he learned to hover and fly the chopper on his father’s land not far from the city. He had chosen to build it in an open field. No one would be able to see it or even know about it because the neighbors lived miles away.

He learned how to fly the chopper in and out of the trees with precision. He would steadily hover inches above the ground. It was very difficult for anyone to learn to fly a helicopter but the hardest part was hovering. Luckily, Vince had ordered the right one.

After seeing this incredible helicopter advertised on his favorite show on, The History Channel, he decided to do some research. He found that he could get a small two-person helicopter for only four thousand dollars. The helicopter comes with all the pieces, two videos and a manual. It advertised that anyone who purchases it is guaranteed to build it and fly it within twelve days. Vince finished in ten.

With three months of planning, with stolen credit cards and fraudulent Post Office Boxes he had managed to get a helicopter, an AK-47 with enough ammo to take out a small army and of course the essentials for his plan. Such as a duffle bag and a complete makeover mask and body suit.

The suit and mask, Vince believed, were the best part of the plan. Our culture looks down on African-Americans and only sees crime. Such a stereotype can be taken advantage of. So he bought a full body suit, which he ordered from one of the major movie production companies. It made him look like an average African-American male at 6’4. Vince was only 5’10.
Through months of planning, building and acquiring, Vince was ready for the operation.

The sun was already up when he awoke. He cooked his usual Sunnyside up eggs and flipped them onto his hot sourdough bread, which was already covered in organic Swiss cheese. He was smiling the whole time. Then he made himself a stiff Crown (the legendary import) and Sprite to let things settle.

After a quick shower he put on the clothes he had set out for himself the night before. Besides the dishes in the sink, his cosmetics, and his dirty clothes from the day before, he was alone in the apartment. Nothing remained. Vince had sold all of his belongings on Ebay. He made enough money to purchase his black Ford Crown Victoria Police Interceptor.

Vince laughed to himself. I have a stolen car, a cop car, a helicopter and a shit load of gear……… And I did it EBAY!!!! He cleaned out the apartment and got into his car. The long drive out to his father’s property gave him a chance to become more confident. He knew that today he was going to have to be assertive and make sure things were done his way. He could visualize everything happening and knew that this was it.

He pulled up to the property and had to unlock the gate, drive through, and then lock it up again. Then about a mile into the property he came to the field. His helicopter was parked right in the middle of the field glimmering in its magnificence. He pulled his Police interceptor up between the ten-gallon drum of gasoline and the chopper.

It took a lot of work to get the drum into the passenger’s seat, but nothing could faze him. The barrel shook back and forth as the gas swished from side to side. Vince loaded the equipment into the helicopter, making sure he put his baby right next to him. He had gotten the white AK-47 through illegal sales at a gun show. Purchased without using names or any form of information, just a fat role of hundreds and a smile.

He started the helicopter up and took off. Quickly he flew around the same trees he had practiced flying through for weeks. This time the helicopter was much heavier, but it was easier, more steady. He reached Columbia, the capital of South Carolina, faster then he had planned. The helicopter’s speed and the fact that he was traveling in a straight line had made the trip much shorter.

Vince knew that no one would even notice the small helicopter once he started flying over the residential areas of Columbia. Looking down, he could see all the cars and people around mingling between each other. None of them could ever think of my plan. Too easy, but now I’m a criminal. In whose eyes? The government? They are criminals in mine. I’m a whistle blower, I’m a patriot. Who are they to judge me?

He caught himself rubbing his baby while he flew over downtown. He could only see the taller buildings blocking the view from his destination. Quickly he flew over the main streets and then finally he could see it, only a few blocks away. He put on his mask, and wrapped the neckpiece around the bottom of the mask. He looked into the mirror next to him, and smiled. Then he pulled a black wool facemask over his African-American head mask. Now I look like a criminal.

He flew right above the Bank of America, and landed on top of the first floor drive-through roof. He grabbed his empty duffle bag, and his loaded baby and opened the chopper door. He jumped out to face his reflection in the tinted window that was a wall for the second floor bank. He could see in detail his overweight look of a 6’4 male, with facemask on, hiding all of his identity. With the butt of the AK he smashed the window in. People were already lying on the floor as he stepped over the shattered glass.

“Nobody fucking move or I’ll kill all of you.” He said in a very commanding voice. “YOU, PUT ALL THE MONEY IN THE DUFFLE BAG! BOTH DRAWERES FULL!” He threw the duffle bag at the teller to the left. Then he ran over and locked both doors. As he ran back to the first teller he saw that she was throwing in all the money from the bottom drawer. Once she was finished he yelled, “GIVE IT TO ME!”
He sprayed out three shots at her left breast and watched her fall to the ground. He never killed anyone, but he knew she wasn’t dead. Vince then threw the duffle bag at the second teller and yelled “Put all the money in the bag, faster than her, or you’ll die too.”

He then turned his back towards the tellers and stepped over a few people to the man laying face to the floor with his hands over his head. The manager with all his training would know exactly how to lie during a bank robbery. Too bad I know what a pussy he is. “Stand up!” Vince said as he kicked the man in the ribs.

The man stood up. His tie and clothes disheveled, from him lying on the floor. “Lets go, or I’ll kill you. Think about how your wife and daughters will feel about that.” Vince said. The man’s face turned white as they walked towards the safe. Vince stopped as he reached the outside of the vault. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a steel cylinder. “Open the right one. Give me the goods or you’ll die,” Vince said as he threw the cylinder into the vault. “Close the vault on yourself, and say goodbye to your family.”

Then Vince ran back over to the tellers. The second teller was throwing in all the cash from the second drawer. “STOP. GIVE HIM THE BAG!” Vince yelled pointing at the last teller closest to the door. The middle teller handed him the bag. “YOU! Fill the bag up quickly or I’ll kill your friend and everyone in here!”

There was a lot of moaning and whining from the people lying on the floor. Vince looked through the front windows and could see no police and no one staring. Cars were driving by like normal, but they would be there soon. He looked down on his watch, six minutes since he landed. That’s too much time.

“Stop. That’s enough. Give me the bag. Give me the fucking bag NOW!” He grabbed the duffle bag, which was much heavier now and ran towards the vault. The manager had opened up three or four of the different safe boxes and was staring at Vince. “Put it in here now!” Vince demanded. The manager put all of the Gold coins, necklaces and jewelry into the duffle bag.

Once he was finished, Vince shot him in the stomach. He then turned around and sprayed bullets all over the bank. As soon as he thought he shot everyone, he ran over to the helicopter and jumped in, throwing the duffle bag over to the floor of the passenger’s seat. He shut the door as he heard the sirens screaming their way closer to him. He pulled up on the throttle and the helicopter took off. He flew south again this time to a car garage he knew very well. It only took thirty seconds to reach it. No police or any other helicopters in the sky, almost there.

He landed the copper on the top of the building and started throwing his gear out. He jumped out and reached in to tie a rope around the throttle. He pulled the rope behind the pilot’s seat and around the back of it. Taking several steps back while feeding the rope so there wasn’t any slack but made sure he didn’t pull hard enough to pull the throttle. When he thought he was a safe distance away, he pulled hard at the rope and the helicopter pulled right off of the ground. It pulled back at a twenty degree angle and continued to go higher and higher. Vince let go of the rope and grabbed all of his stuff and ran to the roof door.

He ran down the steps as the helicopter crashed into the building next to the garage. He felt heat from the fire, through gaps in the walls of the garage. He ran over to the stolen mini-van and opened the side door. He threw the duffle bag in and jumped in after it.

They must have done something to catch me, they are trained. This is the federal government’s money I know they want it back. Vince unzipped the duffle bag and poured its contents out all over the middle of the van. He then reached for the other duffle bag he had in the back seat. As fast as he could, he pulled his thumb over each stack of cash to make sure that it was real. Then he threw them into the other duffle bag. After finding seven separate piles of cash that were impossible to run his thumb over, he was finished. He dropped the fake money into the original duffle bag and threw it out of the van.

Time to ride. Vince started the van up and pulled out of the parking spot. He drove down the seven stories and finally out of the main exit. He pulled out in front of a fire truck on its way to the huge fire burning the building next to the garage. Smoothly, he pulled the minivan over to let the fire truck drive by. The sirens were almost deafening but it didn’t stop Vince from laughing to himself.

He drove the mini-van to the interstate and then took the long drive back to his father’s property. So this is it. The end of all of this shit. I’m out of this fucking country for good. He had planned on laundering the money through banks, so he could get some clean federal bills out of it all. He had set up major accounts with three nationally accredited banks. All he had to do was get away with it.

Vince took off his full suit and mask, and cleaned himself up a little before putting on his suit and tie. Now I look like a businessman. He threw the remainder of his gear and belongings in a small fire he started in the field, except for the duffle bag. From the trunk he pulled out a black leather briefcase. He opened the duffle bag and poured all of the cash into the trunk.

He pulled off each of the paper wraps that were Vinceed hundred, and carefully stacked each bill on top of each other. Making sure none of the bills were made of plastic so he couldn’t be traced. Bundle after bundle, he undid them all until he reached one of the many twenty dollar bundles. When he pulled off the paper wrap that kept them together, the bills didn’t come apart. The middle was stuck together. He pulled hard at it, to reveal that the middle of the bundle was actually a space where a microchip was hidden.

He quickly put the bundle aside, and continued looking through all of them. After he had gone through every single bill he had, he closed the suitcase and put the bundle in his pocket. He got in his car, and drove away as quickly as he could. He could hear helicopters in the distance, and began to drive even faster. He got out of the property and pushed the pedal to the metal. As soon as he got to the I-95 on-ramp, he threw the bundle out of his driver-side window. It soared over the barrier on the left side of the bridge, and landed on the south bound lane.

Fourteen hours of driving and he finally made it to the Empire State. He spent the night in a hotel right on Lake Ontario. He knew that he didn’t have much time. CNN Headline News was showing the clip of the robbery every 12 minutes. They were looking for him. Time was the only thing he didn’t have now, and he had to make it across the border to freedom.

The morning came, and Vince could feel the cold dry air coming off of the windows in his hotel room. Fuck its cold. He took a quick shower and put on his business attire. Then he walked over to the office where he had his continental breakfast.

“Bank Robber shot all the victims inside with an automatic weapon traced back to a gun show held in Tampa, Florida. He used only rubber bullets, injuring all inside the bank. No one died during the heist, and witnesses say that he flew the homemade helicopter off of the roof and crashed not far from the bank. The FBI had given no more information on the body or bodies.” The TV blared as he ate his bagel with cream cheese. He watched and listened as they rolled a new clip of the heist from another angle. It showed him locking the doors and grabbing the manager.

They can’t catch me, I planned this. Don’t they know who I am? Vince finished his coffee and walked out to his car. He only drove about a mile to the nearest Bank of America. As he walked in he saw a free teller who was welcoming him with her eyes and smile.

“Hi. How can I help you?” she asked.

“Well,” he said while noticing her nametag. “Diane, I’d like to deposit some money. A lot actually. I’ve been holding onto this cash in my casino for about a month, and I never got a chance to stop by.”

“Well let’s take that off of your hands.”

“Perfect, but here is the thing. I need to deposit it into my wife’s account, and then I’d like to close that account and move the money to mine. My name is on my wife’s account,” he said showing her an Identification card.

“Alright Mr. Paulson, we can do that for you.”

“You can call me Henry, I don’t like Mr. Paulson. It makes me feel old,” he said while laughing.

Diane took care of the transaction without looking twice at the account. She finished up and handed him a receipt. Four hundred eighty-three thousand seven hundred and nine dollars. It’s not over yet.
Vince left the bank, and walked out to his car. When he got in he pulled out a business card that he had gotten from inside the bank. He picked up his cell phone and dialed the number.

“This is Rita at Bank of America how can I help you?” said the woman on the other line.

“Yes Rita, I’d like to wire some money into my account at my other bank, but it’s in another country and I’m so new to this wiring thing that I don’t know what happens.”

“Well sir, why don’t we start with the basics. I’ll need your Social, your account number at Bank of America and the account number and name at the other bank.”

Vince quickly flipped open the center console and pulled out a small index card with all the information needed to make this simple transaction. He told her all she needed to know, with an innocent tone and she was more than willing to help. All of that customer service training really helped her out.

“Ok, Mr. Johnson we have wired your entire account to Scotia Bank. Is there anything else I can do for you today?” she asked.

“No thank you Rita. Bye bye.”

Vince clicked the phone shut and drove back to the interstate. As soon as he got to the border he was ready to be searched. He had all of the right paper work, to get back in as smoothly as he needed to.

“Welcome back Mr. Barnookie. Did you enjoy your stay in the states?”

“I’m just happy to be home, the people are crazy,” Vince replied with a hefty Canadian chuckle. “Hey do you happen to know what the best way to Montreal is?”

“Sure just take 15 all the way. I-85 turns into 15 right here.” He said pointing down the road.

Vince thanked the man and drove on. It took less then an hour to get to Montreal and he knew exactly what he was looking for. As he was driving downtown he passed many streets unknown to him, but he finally hit ‘Rue Rue’. I can’t understand these damn Canucks. As he drove down the French road, he saw the huge sign that said American Bowling. He pulled up to the parking lot and got out. No one else was parked in the enormous lot. He walked inside and was greeted by a person behind the counter.

“Yeah I’m looking for a man named Tino Oliverey,” Vince said with a strong Italian accent.

“One moment,” the kid behind the desk said. He picked up the phone and mumbled something. “He’s in that office, he’ll see you now.”

“Thanks,” Vince said as he walked down the small hallway to a dark wooden door. Vince opened the door. Inside the lavishly decorated room was a man standing with his hands wide open. “Vince. I missed ya so much. Where ya bin? Huh? It’s been years,” The man said.

“Tino, I know. Things in the states have been stressful enough. I had to leave, you understand?” Vince replied.

“Actually Vince, I don’t understand. I thought I told you that staying in the states was the way to go.”

“You did, but you were wrong. Shit just isn’t working out for me there and I had to leave. Besides your more free here with the free health care and decriminalized government.”

“Vince that doesn’t mean anything if you’re not living the life you dreamed of. Look around. You see anyone in here?”

“Well you fucking named it American Bowling. Who likes Americans other then you?”

“Everyone loves America. Home of the Brave…. If momma knew that you were fucking up your life, you think she’d be happy. You think she wants you coming up here to work with your brother at a bowling ally?”

“Hey Tino. You watch it. I didn’t come up here to fucking work for you in this piece of shit. I came here to buy it from you.”

“You watch your mouth. I worked hard on this place. And fuck you.”

“Hey man, I’m just trying to make it work out between us. I know your strapped for cash and nothing is working out right for you. So I got a lot of ideas and I think I can clean this place up a little, plus I’ll give you some money to live off and you can still work here.”

“That’s enough. Get the fuck out! I won’t have my little brother drive up here from the states, tell me he’s got money now when he’s been getting checks from the army on disability and best of all he’s gonna take over my business. Get the fuck out of my office and my life.”

“No way. I came here for a reason. Give me the rights to the ally and I’ll give you twenty ‘K’ Canadian.”

“What? Where the fuck you come up with all that money?”

“I’ve been working hard down there and saving my money. I’m serious Tino. I want this more than anything. And I got the money to do it all.”

“Are you sure this is what you want to do Vince?”

“Yeah Tino. I’m so sure this is what I want. I know you didn’t have the choice to stay in the states or leave, but I want to leave. I want this. Please.”

“Alright Vince. Welcome home my little Oliverey. Its good to see you again.”

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