5, 4, 3, 2, 1.
The teller’s countdown ended with the tumultuous arrival of two blue men. There was laughter from around the lobby as Matt charged to the teller’s window. Stephan, however, chose to wait outside. He never wanted to be part of this scheme in the first place.
“I’m getting really tired of this,” Matt snarled at the teller, “You said we were getting the real thing.”
“Oh, but you did,” the teller calmly replied. “The Real Thing happens to be the nickname of the explosive we put in your briefcases.”
“So that’s twice you’ve failed to cash my check. I suppose it’s going to be too much of a hassle to try again?”
“That won’t be necessary,” said a voice from behind Matt. “You’re under arrest.”
“What?” Matt yelled as he spun around to face the police officer behind him. “Just because I want to cash a check?”
“It’s more than that,” the officer explained. “Trying to cash a check that large is really a fancy way of handing over a note that says, ‘This is a stickup.’ Come on, you’re coming with me.”
Matt and Stephan were handcuffed and taken to the police station. Perhaps that big check would never get cashed after all.