Pacific Station Vigilante (Book 1): The Negative Man (City of Chaos) Read Online Free PDF

talk.  “Crazy past few days huh?”
    Her green eyes lowered.  “Mm hmm, I told everyone that Negative Man guy, he’d be back I told them.”
    I looked at her name tag and it said Marge Osteen.  “Personally, I wish you would’ve been wrong Marge.  Between that and all the happenings with The Aces, the city’s in bad shape again.”
    “You don’t know the half of it.  Over the past few weeks our alarm keeps going off at random times.  Sometimes during the day, sometimes late at night.  I’m telling you right now it’s the work of The Negative Man.  He controls that sorta shit, mm hmm.”  She added the last part with a bit of over-the-top sass.  I liked Marge.
    I looked back and Heather was sitting on one of the comfortable chairs the bank lobby offers.  She seemed content to mess around on social media until the deed was done.  Turning back to Marge, “Is anything missing?”
    She leaned in and lowered her voice.  “No, that’s the weird part.  I told my manager I think it’s just test runs before the real deal.”
    DL would need to hear about this.  The bank manager walked up behind Marge and gave her a deposit slip.  She handed it to me and I thanked her for everything.  Walking back, Heather saw we were finished and got up.  No sooner did we start towards the doors did the alarm go off again.  The high pitched squeal took us all by surprise.
    The bank manager emerged from the side door leading to the back.  “Stay calm everyone, this situation will be resolved…”
    A bullet shattered through a window high up and entered the man’s forehead.  The bank manager died with no recognition of what happened.  As his body hit the cold marble floor, the doors flew open.  Eight to ten fully covered men with automatic guns rushed in and ordered us all to the ground.  Behind the army of thugs, a man in a red heart mask came in.
    Seeing all the customers lying on the ground, “Good, good.  Everyone remain calm and we all just might survive this.”
    One of the armed gunmen came over to the area Heather and I were and he pointed a gun at me.  “No funny business from any of ya, got it?”
    All of us nodded and he seemed content.  Hearts walked over to the front teller area and knocked on the glass.  Marge got up and was shaking uncontrollably.  “Y-Y-Yes?”
    He dropped a key into the slot.  “That will open lock box number 1128.  Please bring me the content of that box, plus as much money as you can put in that sack right there.”  He tapped the window with his pistol.
    Marge nodded and took the key and disappeared from sight.  The main door opened again and a guy with a sniper rifle entered.  “Yo Hearts, cops are five minutes out.”
    “We have plenty of time.  Kill anyone that gets too close for comfort.”
    The sniper smiled and went back outside.  This situation was going from bad to worse fast.  Could I do something, anything to get DL down here?
    I slowly began reaching down into my pocket.  Heather’s eyes noticed what I was doing and they went really big.  I tried my best to visually tell her what I was up to, as I didn’t want the goon with the gun to get suspicious.  As my fingers brushed the top of my cell phone, I heard the loud voice.  At the same time, the awful squeal from the alarm finally stopped.
    “You there!”  I felt a gun jab my back.  “Just what do you think you’re doing?”
    Damn!  “I’m trying to get my pain meds.  The bright lights give me migraines.”
    I felt a hand pull me up.  “Empty your pockets.”
    I did as I was told.  I took out my car keys, my cell phone, and my bottle of pills.  The thug was just about to do something when Hearts came over.  “What’s going on here?”
    “This guy had his hand in his pocket.  He said he needed his pills, but I think he was trying to tip off the cops.”
    Hearts’ phone went off and he pulled it out of his pocket.  He paused for a second, obviously reading a message.  Once