Wade.

Quietly, I climbed out of the car with my trusty pistol in hand. Trying to make as little noise as possible, I carefully walked around the car. I decided it would be best to get this over quickly, so I only glanced inside the vehicle I?d nearly hit.

"Wade, Wade, Wade,? I said over and over, ?what are you doing, you big, dumb fuck?? I saw my reflection in the passenger?s side window. There was a large burned out van between me and the mailbox, where we'd dropped the money. I could hear hammering and clanking coming from the opposite side of the truck. I wasn't sure how to handle the situation so I slowly walked around the end of the truck, with my gun pointed straight ahead. Immediately I saw Wade, his large, six-foot-three frame was bent over. He had his back to me and was kicking the shit out of the postal box. I guess he couldn't get the money out of it.

"MOTHER-FUCKER!" he yelled as he drew his foot back to take another kick at the box. He slammed the end of his boot into the box, driving a loud bang out of it. ?FUCK ME!? he screamed, before grabbing his foot and hopping around on one leg. He bounced around in a circle and almost saw me hiding by the van. Once his pain had subsided, he went back to the task. I stood and watched for a few minutes as he struggled. After getting tired of kicking the box, he decided to pry the door off with his crowbar. The tool had been lying on the ground, I assumed he had tried once already and gotten pissed. Wade looked around again to make sure nobody was watching, then he itched his fat ass. It was amazing that he hadn?t seen me, as I was less than ten-feet away. ?FUCK YOU!? Wade thundered as he jammed the crowbar between the door and the box. I continued to watch him reefing on the fucker. I almost laughed my ass off when the door finally popped open, sending him on his ass! I thought he might see me, so I ducked back behind the truck for a minute.

When I popped back up, I saw Wade sitting on the ground where he?d fallen. ?Now, to get my money,? he spoke to himself. ?Yeah, I can?t wait to go spending! All those babes will be lining up to blow me or bring me drinks from the bar!? he said excitedly while getting to his feet.

I looked down at my shoes and thought to myself. Wade hadn?t considered the consequences. He expected to steal the money, blow it all, and then go on with his life. Once the mob realized the money wasn?t there, they?d probably kill the whole lot of us. I imagined them starting with me, because Wade would surely tell them it was my idea. I imagined the boss in his expensive suit, wielding a chain saw in his hands, and threatening to introduce my nuts to the blade if I didn?t tell him where the money was. That was a scary thought. But what was even scarier was that when I looked up, Wade was looking at me.

?Johnny? Is that you??

OH SHIT, What should I do?