New Story (WIP/Bob isn't allowed to comment)
They ask out of the abandoned building, the gun powder still staining both of their hands, and Edith didn't even pull the trigger. Cyle walks along quickly, dusting off his hands, trying to get all of the gun powder off of him as he opens the door for Edith with that smile she fell in love with. "Edith get in, we got the money so get in the damn car, toots," Cyle shoves her in as he puffs a cigar. He hops in the car, over the door and starts it up quickly, hearing startled chatter in the nearby woods, and he coc ks his gun, ready to do whatever he needs to stay out of prison. They quickly hear sirens behind them, and Cyle curses. "God dammit they called the cops," He mutters out of frustration as he backs out quickly, squealing his tires and he speeds off as the sirens chase after them. Turning a sharp turn as Edith's hair blows our of her best hat, her hat being pushed against the windshield of the cop car behind them. This gives them a bit of an advantage, the police car slowing down a bit, simply for more to show up.
I still haven't edited anything and it's a rough draft
Nice.
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