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The rain falling gently to the ground matched my mood this morning. It also contributed to the situation that I have found myself in this evening. It seemed like a good omen, at first. The rain was a crucial part of the plan, necessary to help obscure details during the heist. The plan went off without a hitch...in and out of the bank in less than sixty seconds. The money in hand, I easily made it to the getaway car, slipping only once on the oily, rain slicked asphalt. The drizzle was just heavy enough to make it difficult for passerbys to see the numbers on my strategically mud smeared license plate, and wet hair hanging down in curtains by my face helped me blend in. Unfortunately, the rain that was intended to be my saving grace created a huge problem. To be fair, I was distraced by the adrenaline pulsing through my veins, but I'm almost certain I would have seen the woman crossing the street in front of me if it hadn't been raining, and I know I would have been able to stop if the rain following the five month drought hadn't caused a heavy sheen of oil to rise from the road, destroying all semblance of traction. Of course, I saw the flashing lights stop to render aid as I sped off, but the crushed bumper and smears of gore across my hood made my car fairly obvious. I got off the main roads as quickly as I could, but I'm not at all sure that my escape was nearly as clean as it should have been. Just not good enough. I watched the rain fade the blood to pink, watched the windshield wipers push the grey matter off of my Blazer. I'm glad I thought to throw my laptop into the back of the car before I began all of this, or I would never be able to let you know what had happened to me.

Oh. I see red & blue flashing lights. This does not bode well for me. Catch you folks on the flip side.