"I'm talkin' as if I'm the gun expert here, which I am," Jesse said with a smirk. He pulled off the car's seat belt and put his hand on the door. "Put the damned mask on, kid. I ain't gettin' caught so's your face can put in an appearance. An' be careful with that, it's an antique. C'mon..." And with that, Jesse hopped down out of the van. The Tommy gun slid to fit perfectly underneath his coat, just as it had over seventy years ago.
The bank wasn't more than a few hundred feet ahead of them and each one of those steps, Jesse took with an air of confidence perhaps absent from his everyday life. He didn't always know what was wrong with the electric system or the garbage disposal, but when it came to robbing banks he knew each and every step.
Grinning over at Robert, Jesse placed his hand on the glass of the revolving door. "You wanna do the honors?"