Post by maxvale76 on May 9, 2011 8:34:11 GMT -6
First National Bank; 1:30pm; Monday, September 12, 1927; Lakefront City, Wisconsin
"Del":
It was an overcast; ugly gray day outside; cold wind blowing off the lake making the people walking outside in this part of the city clutch thier coats tight to their bodies to keep warm or yanking thier hats down to ensure they didn't blow off in the wind.
Inside the First National Bank; things were pretty much 'business as usual'. Delores 'Del' Kennedy was sitting in her chair as one of the bank's three Tellers on duty and dealing with a perfectly obnoxious older man who spoke very condescendingly to her; he seemed to beleive that because she was a woman, she clearly couldn't be trusted with something as valuble as money.
Del huffed and did all she could to stay calm and managed to finish his transaction with a fake smile plastered on her face. As he walked away, she turned to her co-worker; fellow teller Janet Farmer and rolled her eyes. Janet shyly smiled back. The two women couldn't have been more different; outspoken and flamboyant Del and quiet and polite Janet. However, they were fast friends; of course; Del couldn't imagine anyone NOT liking Janet; she was just too sweet.
Del was about to ask how her friend how her date wtih Tim Henson went on Saturday night when four men came walking into the Bank at the same time and in a very orderly manner. Something bothered her about these men; though she couldn't quite pin down exactly what it was. Two of the men broke off and came to stand close to the Bank Guard on duty; handsome young Stefan Radu. Stefan was a Romanian immigrant who worked very hard and had vowed to do his best to stop any robbery attempts. However, his courage and his .38 revolver were really his only assets to help ensure that he kept this vow.
The other two men split and one moved towards the vault door while the other moved over towards the tellers. Suddenly they pulled guns and one of them yelled out; "Allright! This is a stick-up! Everybody over against the wall; don't make any sudden moves and nobody gets hurt!" At the same time; the two men by Stefan pulled out weapons and clubbed him first in the belly and then in the back of the head. The poor young man had no chance to draw his weapon before he was knocked to the floor. Del was in a state of shock as she recognized the man closest to the Tellers; it was the unmistakable handsome face of Cody Powers; the notorious bank-robber. He smiled at her and gestured with one of the two automatic pistols he held in his hands for her to come out from behind the Teller screen and move against the wall with the rest of the crowd....
"Gus":
Gustavus 'Gus' Babushka plodded down the cold streets next to little Salvatore 'Sal'Aiello; a jeweller he had done a case for; tracking down an ex co-worker who had been stealing a gemstone here and there. Sal had been impressed by the P.I.'s abilities and when he later learned that 'Gus' wasn't doing too well finanically at the moment; he offered him a job escorting him to the Bank twice a month to pick-up or deposit Gems. 'Gus' readily agreed and it had quickly become a regular occurance for the two men.
They walked into the bank in a comfortable silence and Sal was soon talking to one of the Tellers who quickly called out one of the Bank Officers; Mr. Brian Figgins; who then led the two to the vault. Gus saw another P.I. he had a passing aquaitence with; Fred Baumgartner; talking with a man about a loan. Both men nodded to one another and went about thier respective buisness.
'Gus' was practically sleeping on his feet as the jeweller counted out the gems from his case and Figgins noted each on a form before putting them into a safe. Suddenly there were yells and screams and 'Gus' heard the unmistakable sound of a bankrobber yelling out that the place was about to get robbed and that nobody better do anything stupid...
"Fred":
The P.I. buisness was slowly but surely coming along for Fred Baumgartner and his partner; Richard Chambers. However, they needed a bigger office than the tiny, closet-sized room they were using now. It was so small that there was only room for one desk; so they had to take turns using it. It was Richard's day off; so Fred was working today. However, they had both agreed to use thier pool of saved money to attempt to get a loan for enough money to rent an office in the new Preston Building; within sight from the First National Bank.
Fred was talking to the bank's vice-president and chief loan officer; Mr. Angus MacPherson about that loan; and he was pretty sure he had just about bargained with the Scotsman as much as he could when the four men walked in. Fred glanced up and immediately noticed that all four were packing weapons under thier coats. A moment later; they confirmed it when two of them knocked out the security guard and the other two pulled weapons to herd the crowd of people over agaisnt the wall and one of them moved towards the vault.
The two by the security guard had pulled a .45 automatic and a sawed-off pump-action shotgun. Of the two that were herding people against the wall; one was packing a Thompson Submachinegun with a straight 20 round clip; and the other carried a pair of Colt .32 automatics. The man with the Thompson quickly moved towards the vault as the man with the twin pistols waved both the Tellers and Angus and he towards the wall with either pistol. Both of their faces were unmistakable to Fred as he got a good view of both; the man with the Tommy gun was Mack "Lucky" Lamb; and Mister two-guns was the one and only Cody Powers...
"Joe":
Joeseph Clark was a "cub" reporter for the Independent paper in the city; the Herald Examiner. It was also the least read of the three major papers; but Joe was proud of the Paper's reputation for honesty and rising above politics.
Today, he was being granted an interview by the president of First National Bank; Mr. Charles Grant in his office in the back of the bank. The interview was mainly about the rash of bank-robberies recently hitting Lakefront City and its suburbs by the notorious "Powers" gang and what steps the Bank had taken to prevent such a robbery from occuring.
Joe found Grant to be a friendly and interesting 52 year old man. He was a big man with an intimidating barrel-chest and several scars; he had served with Teddy Roosevelt and the Rough-riders in the Spanish-American war some 30 years back and was fiercly proud of that fact.
In addition to having a full time security guard; he had also recently had a silent alarm rigged under the Teller's desks that would sound in the back kitchen of Velma's restuarant across the street. All of the employees there knew what it meant and that they were to call the cops in the event of hearing that alarm.
Grant also laughed and showed Joe his personal Mauser 'Broomhandle' pistol that he kept locked in his desk in the event of any attempt to rob 'his' bank. Joe almost jumped out of his seat when he heard the shouts that indicated that a robbery attempt was indeed occuring. His eyes opened wide in wonder at the irony of the timing of the event. Grant's facial expression however had turned deadly serious and he loaded his pistol and said in a clipped voice; "Stay here"; while he moved carefully to the door and opened it up for a look....
"Del":
It was an overcast; ugly gray day outside; cold wind blowing off the lake making the people walking outside in this part of the city clutch thier coats tight to their bodies to keep warm or yanking thier hats down to ensure they didn't blow off in the wind.
Inside the First National Bank; things were pretty much 'business as usual'. Delores 'Del' Kennedy was sitting in her chair as one of the bank's three Tellers on duty and dealing with a perfectly obnoxious older man who spoke very condescendingly to her; he seemed to beleive that because she was a woman, she clearly couldn't be trusted with something as valuble as money.
Del huffed and did all she could to stay calm and managed to finish his transaction with a fake smile plastered on her face. As he walked away, she turned to her co-worker; fellow teller Janet Farmer and rolled her eyes. Janet shyly smiled back. The two women couldn't have been more different; outspoken and flamboyant Del and quiet and polite Janet. However, they were fast friends; of course; Del couldn't imagine anyone NOT liking Janet; she was just too sweet.
Del was about to ask how her friend how her date wtih Tim Henson went on Saturday night when four men came walking into the Bank at the same time and in a very orderly manner. Something bothered her about these men; though she couldn't quite pin down exactly what it was. Two of the men broke off and came to stand close to the Bank Guard on duty; handsome young Stefan Radu. Stefan was a Romanian immigrant who worked very hard and had vowed to do his best to stop any robbery attempts. However, his courage and his .38 revolver were really his only assets to help ensure that he kept this vow.
The other two men split and one moved towards the vault door while the other moved over towards the tellers. Suddenly they pulled guns and one of them yelled out; "Allright! This is a stick-up! Everybody over against the wall; don't make any sudden moves and nobody gets hurt!" At the same time; the two men by Stefan pulled out weapons and clubbed him first in the belly and then in the back of the head. The poor young man had no chance to draw his weapon before he was knocked to the floor. Del was in a state of shock as she recognized the man closest to the Tellers; it was the unmistakable handsome face of Cody Powers; the notorious bank-robber. He smiled at her and gestured with one of the two automatic pistols he held in his hands for her to come out from behind the Teller screen and move against the wall with the rest of the crowd....
"Gus":
Gustavus 'Gus' Babushka plodded down the cold streets next to little Salvatore 'Sal'Aiello; a jeweller he had done a case for; tracking down an ex co-worker who had been stealing a gemstone here and there. Sal had been impressed by the P.I.'s abilities and when he later learned that 'Gus' wasn't doing too well finanically at the moment; he offered him a job escorting him to the Bank twice a month to pick-up or deposit Gems. 'Gus' readily agreed and it had quickly become a regular occurance for the two men.
They walked into the bank in a comfortable silence and Sal was soon talking to one of the Tellers who quickly called out one of the Bank Officers; Mr. Brian Figgins; who then led the two to the vault. Gus saw another P.I. he had a passing aquaitence with; Fred Baumgartner; talking with a man about a loan. Both men nodded to one another and went about thier respective buisness.
'Gus' was practically sleeping on his feet as the jeweller counted out the gems from his case and Figgins noted each on a form before putting them into a safe. Suddenly there were yells and screams and 'Gus' heard the unmistakable sound of a bankrobber yelling out that the place was about to get robbed and that nobody better do anything stupid...
"Fred":
The P.I. buisness was slowly but surely coming along for Fred Baumgartner and his partner; Richard Chambers. However, they needed a bigger office than the tiny, closet-sized room they were using now. It was so small that there was only room for one desk; so they had to take turns using it. It was Richard's day off; so Fred was working today. However, they had both agreed to use thier pool of saved money to attempt to get a loan for enough money to rent an office in the new Preston Building; within sight from the First National Bank.
Fred was talking to the bank's vice-president and chief loan officer; Mr. Angus MacPherson about that loan; and he was pretty sure he had just about bargained with the Scotsman as much as he could when the four men walked in. Fred glanced up and immediately noticed that all four were packing weapons under thier coats. A moment later; they confirmed it when two of them knocked out the security guard and the other two pulled weapons to herd the crowd of people over agaisnt the wall and one of them moved towards the vault.
The two by the security guard had pulled a .45 automatic and a sawed-off pump-action shotgun. Of the two that were herding people against the wall; one was packing a Thompson Submachinegun with a straight 20 round clip; and the other carried a pair of Colt .32 automatics. The man with the Thompson quickly moved towards the vault as the man with the twin pistols waved both the Tellers and Angus and he towards the wall with either pistol. Both of their faces were unmistakable to Fred as he got a good view of both; the man with the Tommy gun was Mack "Lucky" Lamb; and Mister two-guns was the one and only Cody Powers...
"Joe":
Joeseph Clark was a "cub" reporter for the Independent paper in the city; the Herald Examiner. It was also the least read of the three major papers; but Joe was proud of the Paper's reputation for honesty and rising above politics.
Today, he was being granted an interview by the president of First National Bank; Mr. Charles Grant in his office in the back of the bank. The interview was mainly about the rash of bank-robberies recently hitting Lakefront City and its suburbs by the notorious "Powers" gang and what steps the Bank had taken to prevent such a robbery from occuring.
Joe found Grant to be a friendly and interesting 52 year old man. He was a big man with an intimidating barrel-chest and several scars; he had served with Teddy Roosevelt and the Rough-riders in the Spanish-American war some 30 years back and was fiercly proud of that fact.
In addition to having a full time security guard; he had also recently had a silent alarm rigged under the Teller's desks that would sound in the back kitchen of Velma's restuarant across the street. All of the employees there knew what it meant and that they were to call the cops in the event of hearing that alarm.
Grant also laughed and showed Joe his personal Mauser 'Broomhandle' pistol that he kept locked in his desk in the event of any attempt to rob 'his' bank. Joe almost jumped out of his seat when he heard the shouts that indicated that a robbery attempt was indeed occuring. His eyes opened wide in wonder at the irony of the timing of the event. Grant's facial expression however had turned deadly serious and he loaded his pistol and said in a clipped voice; "Stay here"; while he moved carefully to the door and opened it up for a look....