“Look, it’s not that difficult. You just slip the bullet into the chamber here…” She gestured with a deft finger towards the empty chamber of the .45 Semi-Automatic in her palm to the rather frightened looking girl beside her. “Then you click it into place. Then just point, look down the scope, and pull the trigger.” She held the gun at eye level, not pulling the trigger but going through the other motions, “You don’t want to have your elbow locked, make sure it is slightly bent to absorb the shock.”

The girl beside her was nodding along the entire time, fidgeting with her hands a bit as she glanced over her shoulder. “Now, just follow my lead.” Continued the woman who looked to be about 25 as she handed the younger looking blonde beside her the loaded pistol before proceeding to load her own. “And if we get caught, which we won’t, say NOTHING.” She put special emphasis on the last word, catching the eye of the girl before turning, eyes scanning the dark street for any sign of the cops.

All clear. Tucking the gun into the waistband of her worn but well fitting jeans she then yanked her large sweatshirt over to cover the exposed mahogany butt of the gun. After taking a second to secure the trucker type hat low over her eyes she walked calmly into the pharmacy. Pausing just inside the door she could tell the 18 year old behind her was hesitating to enter. Rolling her eyes in annoyance she turned, shooting her a firm look before continuing on inside.

Browsing around the store the woman scoped out the counter and the teenage boy behind it. He was paying very little attention to either of the girls, for which the woman was relieved. Slipping her hand beneath her sweatshirt she traced the shape of the gun, enjoying the feeling of power it gave her as it was pressed against the taut skin of her abdomen. Addressing the younger girl with a jerk of her head towards the counter she then sauntered over, eyes aglow with a mix of apprehension and adrenaline.

After a checking around the store to make sure it was all clear her hand finally grasped the cool butt of the gun and yanked it out from beneath her shirt, grasping it firmly and confidently in her hand and aiming it shamelessly at the boy in front of her. “Here is what’s going to happen. Your going to open the register, give me all the money, and then we are going to leave.” She spoke without faltering, obviously having done this countless times before. The younger girl stood slightly to her left, gun also drawn along with a small duffle bag.