Another Monday Morning

Walking over to where you have dropped to the floor, one of the robbers roughly hauls you to your feet.

"Move it", he shouts gruffly, "you're coming with us". You stumble as he pushes you ahead of him, gun pressed to the back of your head. Through your panic, you hear his accomplise call out. Your captor loosens his grip on your collar for a moment, allowing you an opportunity to react.