The old man had no choice. He went to the door and leaned against it out of sight of the swat team outside and shouted out: "Back off, or we will start shooting the hostages!"
"OId Mike, is that you!? What the hell is happening!? Why are you robbing a damn bank!? And with half your station's staff!" A black man wearing swat gear expression was bad. He had been friends with the man he called Old Mike for ten some off years now, and this good buddy was now committing a crime. He did not know why he was doing this. He did not know why he was being led astray.
Old Mike shook his head and sighed. "Jamal, it's not exactly what you think. Shit kind of just happened before I even realized what I was doing. I can only say that right now, I am in shit deep. So, have your people back off. I don't want to do anything I will really regret."
