Amber froze. "A gun?" She almost screamed, despite herself. "Where the hell did you get a gun?"
"None of your business." Chad smirked. "Just keep up with the cash, and I'll hold them off a little longer."
"No." Amber said, standing up. "You're not killing anyone. This was never part of the plan."
Chad turned around to face the doorway, refusing to look at her. "Neither was dying, Amber." Then he walked through the doorway and out of Amber's life.
For a second, she thought of running after him, but then a more important thought entered her mind.
Amber shut her crying eyes for a second, clenched her fists, and sat back down to work. Outside the door, gunshots began firing - both far away and close by. Twitch was crying too, but continued to pry off the tops of cash boxes while he was doing so. Between the two of them, they managed to finish off every one.
Then the gunshots stopped.
"Fuck..." Twitch sniffed once more, then wiped his nose with a shaking fist. "We did it."
Suddenly, the megaphone voice came down the hallway again. "Shooter down!" Amber heard him breathe a sigh of relief. "Okay, boys: Enclose on location. Let's see how much damage this guy did..."
"We're not out of this yet, Twitch." Amber whispered. She looked frantically for an exit. "Crap, crap, crap... Why didn't we have a freaking exit plan?"
Twitch picked up one of the bags, stumbling a bit under the weight. "I think Chad did. In the car he was talking about it... But..." He closed his eyes and shook his head. "I don't remember. Some window."
Amber pondered this a moment, while pulling the bag over her shoulder. "This office is on the left side of the hallway next to the store... So the ones facing the alleyway are on the..." She paused as she spotted flashlights shining down the hallway in the direction of their room.
"...On the other side of the hallway." Twitch finished. He looked at her solemnly.