Cinnamon
pulled her car into the warehouse with a squeal of tires. She stepped out of her custom job Ferrari and
turned to face the three men of her crew who were gaping at her. She smiled evilly, knowing how she must
appear. Her Ferrari was perfect gold
color, with a plate that said GLDDGR on the license plate. She was dressed in a skin tight bodysuit made
of metallic gold color, 6inch golden heels, and golden gloves. Her Platinum hair was done up in an elaborate
pile and she wore a golden mask over her eyes.
She wore Wonder Woman’s old golden bracers, and her belt.
She
strutted up to the men, and walked past them without stopping. She kept striding forward like she owned the
place and simply snapped here fingers when she didn’t hear them fall in behind
her. They quickly caught up to her. She led them to a large table and said “clear
it off.” The leader glanced at his two
men who quickly moved the various tools and guns off to a workbench.
Cinnamon
unrolled a map of Metropolis’ downtown area with a bank circled in red. “Boys, you were so nice to let me in on your
heist the other night and help finish becoming the evil bitch I was born to
be. As a reward, you are now my crew. We will recruit others as time goes by, but
right now I start with you. As the
leader I get 50% of every heist and job we do.
You split the remainder. Plus,
you will have access to my boyfriend’s and I criminal network. Women, as in the kind you will never ever
believe exist, will be available for your pleasure as well as booze, drugs,
cars, and anything your heart desires.
You will obey me without question, and you will always refer to me as
Ms. Golddigger. Wonder Woman is dead and
gone and I don’t ever want to be reminded I used to be that goody goody
bitch. Clear?”
The
men nodded. The leader looked at the
map. “Ms. Golddigger, this is the
Metropolis Central Bank. I take it you
mean to rob it?”
“Yes,
we are going to rob it, but with some help from the local Police Department and
some of the good citizens of Metropolis.” Cinnamon Golddigger said with a smile
as she laid out her plan.
The
men listened in amazement. One of them
raised his hand and Cinnamon arched an eyebrow.
“Ms.
Golddigger, I fully understand my role.
I’m the techie of the crew and I will be the ones disabling the security
systems. But, no offense intended, will
this work? I have seen you transform,
but I haven’t seen these drugs of yours or your injectors work. I’m still out of jail and no record because I
am careful, and again no offense but if I am going to work this job I want to
see that all parts will work. Can you
give us a demonstration?” the shortest man said.
“Normally
I would smash your head in for your insolence, but I very much like that my
crew is smart enough to ask important questions when it comes to their safety,
and brave enough to bring it up.
Actually, yes a test is in order.
Come with me.”
Ms.
Golddigger led them out of the building and down a back alleyway to a fairly
major road. The hideout was well chosen,
just off the beaten path, but very near to several major roads and the metro. As the street was pretty busy there were lots
of “No Parking” Signs. Ms. Golddigger
pulled out a cell phone and sent a short text.
Shortly a Honda Civic pulled up and parked just in front of the alley in
a No Parking zone. The man, actually a
bartender at the Palace Club, got out and got into another car that pulled up
behind him and drove off. Shortly, a
traffic cop on a motorcycle pulled up and parked behind the car. The cop checked out the license and then got
out his ticket book and began to write a citation.
“Excuse
me, officer? Can you help me? I locked my keys in my car back in the
alleyway.” Ms. Golddigger called
out. She had put on a knit poncho
pullover and put the hood up and motioned her men back further.
“Certainly
ma’am, one moment.” The cop put his ticket book down and walked towards
her. She turned and moved up the
alleyway a bit and pointed. “Over there
by the dumpster.”
Just
as the cop moved past her, she reached out and grabbed him. She spun him around and with one hand pinned
him against the wall behind the dumpster.
She quickly touched his temple with her index finger and he stiffened
and then relaxed.
“Okay
piggy, you work for me now. Understand?” Ms. Golddigger said as she stepped back and
set him down.
“Yes
ma’am, anything you say.” the cop
replied with a evil grin.
“It’s
boss to you. You are going to help me
rob the 1st National Bank of Metropolis. You will give me all the patrol routes, your
response times, and get me addresses of several officers once I have figured
out who I need. Call in your ticket and
then request a lunch break. Then follow
me.”
“You
got it, boss.” The cop turned and proceeded to do just that.
Back
in the hideout, Ms. Golddigger looked at her crew. “Well, any doubts? Or are you ready to be part of the most
successful and feared crew in the history of crime?”
All
three men nodded. “Good. I don’t want names, we will use names I give
you. You are Techie, you are Driver, you
are Foreman, and the second in charge.
Now let’s get the info out of this cop.”
For
the next hour and some minutes they pumped the cop for all kinds of inside
info. Techie was able to hack the
security systems for the bank and the police that night and get everything
set. Driver prepositioned several
vehicles in locations that the police wouldn’t tow and positioned himself in
the large, stolen van to pick up the money.
Foreman and Ms. Golddigger dumped the cop off after dosing the shit out
of him with various drugs which dropped him into a coma for a week and several
large holes in his memory. They went
over final details, and then slept after a quick fuck against the wall of the
hideout.
The
next morning, everyone moved into position.
Using the information provided, Ms. Golddigger and techie hacked the
dispatch system and moved most of the police response away from the bank,
excepting two sets of two cop patrols.
Then Ms. Golddigger ambushed them one set at a time using Techie’s fake
dispatch to send them into isolated places.
She then jumped them using her super strength and used her fingernail
injectors to turn them evil. She then
had them drive her to the front door and simply walked in with the four cops
and Foreman.
The
lead cop pulled his gun out and shot the guard in the head. While the crowd screamed, Ms. Golddigger
jumped across the foyer and punched another guard. She didn’t hold back and killed him where he
stood. She then leaped up over the
counter while Foreman shouted “Everyone SHUT UP! This is a hold up! Lay on the ground, keep quiet, and you will
live!”
“All
cashiers stand up!” Ms. Golddigger said
in a commanding voice. She then walked
down the line of 6 cashiers and touched each one in the head. With eyes glowing green they all smiled
evilly and awaited their boss’s command.
“Okay
you slime. Take these bags. You two, clean out all the cashier
stations. You two follow me to the
vault. You two, take these guns and go guard the door with the pigs.”
Ms.
Golddigger led her new slaves to the vault. She ripped the barred door off its
hinges with no problems. Inside was a
huge pallet of cash. $12 million, give
or take, as this was the day they got money from the mint and distributed it to
the branches. Ms. Golddigger smiled and
started stuffing bags full. Once full,
one of her crew carried it out to the front door. In less than 3 minutes they were ready to
go. Techie texted her, saying no reports
had come in yet, and all was quiet. Ms.
Golddigger had him notify Driver to bring the van to the meet up location.
“Okay
everyone, here is part two of the plan.
You four pigs load the cop cars and then come back inside. The four cops left out the doors carrying
bags. Ms. Golddigger got the 6 cashiers
together. “Okay, I really hate pigs, and
there is no way we crooks are going to share with pigs right?” The evil grins and nods from the formerly
loyal employees told her everything she needed to know.
“When
the pigs get back inside after the second load, you are going to kill
them. Shoot them in the head and make
sure they are all dead. Then you go to
this address for pick up. This is the
test, you make it there and you are in the crew. You DO NOT get taken alive! Questions?”
There were none.
The
pigs came back in and this time Ms. Golddigger and Foreman went out with
them. Although Ms. Golddigger got a lot of
stared for her dress and body she was quickly in the front seat of a cop car. She motioned for the four cops to gather by
her window. “I overheard the cashiers
talking inside. They are going to ambush
us if we go back in. We forgot one bag
and I’m not leaving it. This is your
test, you go in and kill the cashiers, and then make it to the pickup point and
you are in the crew. Do NOT be taken alive!”
The
cops all smiled and checked their guns.
They turned and started up to the front door. Foreman looked at Ms. Golddigger for a
second. He had heard the address for the
pick up point and knew it was no where near the real meet up point with
Driver. Ms. Golddigger smiled a knowing
smile back at him.
“As
I said earlier Foreman, I am going to have the most feared, famous, and
effective crew in criminal history. I’m
not about to let some temporary converts in because they can follow orders when
brainwashed. Get in the other car and
let’s go.” Ms. Golddigger rolled up her
window and drove off. Foreman followed,
and as he pulled away, he heard a large amount of gunfire coming from the bank.
Quickly
pulling into a covered parking lot, they pulled up next to a panel van, and Ms.
Golddigger heaved the bags of money inside in less than 30 seconds. They then got in after placing firebombs in
the police cars, and then pulled out onto a main roadway and slipped into
noontime traffic. All the cameras in the
parking lot, traffic cams, and any cam that could view the area had been
disabled already.
Shortly
they were back at the hideout. The money
was counted while they listened to radio reports of a huge shootout in the 1st
National Bank, which had led to two guards, five cashiers, and four cops dead,
with 3 innocent civilians also dead inside the bank. The 6th cashier had died of wounds
stumbling down the street.
Ms.
Golddigger paid no attention to the report to other than the fact that
apparently the leader of the crew and one of her henchmen had gotten away
without a trace. She smiled at that.
“Ms.
Golddigger, I make it out to be twelve million, four hundred and ten thousand,
three hundred and seventeen dollars.”
Foreman said as he set down the last stack.
“I
have the same count, Foreman. Excellent
work boys! We just made a real name for
ourselves.” Ms. Golddigger said with evil smile as she stood and stretched in
her spandex suit.
“Put
six million, two hundred thousand in my car trunk, you boys split the
rest. Here, since these bills will need
to get laundered first, celebrate with this cash.” She said as she handed them
a small briefcase. “I have the
connections to get this money laundered, once my share is done, I’ll get yours
done. No charge to you as you are MY
crew.”
“Thank
you Ms. Golddigger.” Foreman said, and then licked his lips as she openly
leered at her wonderful rack.
“Mmmmmmm,
like what you see boy? Good thing for
you I really like to celebrate after a successful job. Let’s fuck like animals until I make you all
pass out, and then I’ll head on home.”
Ms. Golddigger said as she strutted over to Foreman and unzipped his
pants. She slid down to her knees and
gave his dick a nice long lick.
“What
happens if we fuck YOU until you pass out?”
Techie asked coming up behind her and cupping her tits.
“Never
happen boys, but let’s give it a shot shall we?” Ms. Cinnamon Golddigger, the new Queen of
Crime said with a slutty smile as she went to work.