KinosStormdance

Three men in ski masks and all-black attire had snuck up to the back of a fancy home with the intention of looting everything inside - I was the one standing guard, gripping a magnum and scanning the horizon for any potential witnesses. Mason, the shortest and scrawniest of the trio, was busying himself with figuring out the lock of the door. His body twitched in intervals, a symptom of heavy meth usage, and one that became pronounced when he was focused on a task. "What's the hold up?!" the third man of our group barked, "Hurry the hell up!" This was Brad. A tall, muscular wall of a brute who was as impatient and volatile as he looked. There was no real leader in our group, but Brad was certainly the alpha among the pack. We didn’t argue much with his whims and wants, knowing that he could easily snap us like twigs if he really wanted to. "Move aside!" he yelled, pushing our lock picker aside and punching a hole straight through the door. “Christ” Mason grimaced, “if there’s

The night was completely silent. A lone guard stood outside a dingy bar. The neon sign flickering above him hummed monotonously as the seconds dripped by slowly. “Another dull night shift” he thought to himself, “nothing exciting ever happens here.” There were already two other guards inside the establishment. It seemed pointless to him not to have just split them up with one standing guard out here. It didn’t make sense either why they even had to guard a location in this part of town considering the keycode on the front door, but his boss was just paranoid of rivals and competition. To be fair, his employer - who was tucked away at another location - paid quite well considering the mind-numbing nature of this shift. However, the longer the lone guard stayed here, the more it felt like his personal motivation for a future was draining away. “I should quit soon” he thought, “do something more meaningful. Get into music or painting. Maybe even play some sports.” He sighed and