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Luke did not pause to think about the consequences of his actions. With adrenaline pumping wildly through his blood, he raced across the street to hello the lady in distress.

As he approached the dark van, the getaway driver, who was the only person left in the vehicle, poked out his head and yelled;

“Hey, you! Where the fuck do you think you’re going. Not other step.”

Luke was about to ignore him and keep going until he heard the sound of a gun cocking right in front of him. His chest tightened in horror when he looked up and saw the masked driver aiming a pistol directly at his chest.

“Take another step and I’ll blow your heart out. I’m not bloody kidding.”

Luke froze, temporarily unsure of what to do. He heard a tiny scream and from his side eye, saw one of the robbers backhanding the cashier. Rage shot through his blood as he watched her crash to the ground with tears in her eyes.

He involuntarily took one step forward and the driver yelled;

“Take one more fucking step, Mr. Fan