I’d never actually thought I’d go through with it, but once I started planning, the pieces just started coming together. I’d realized that I’d be needing a bit more of an impressive gun if I actually wanted this to work, so I started surfing the net during work, beefing up on information about the the biggest and best guns. The only problem was that these guns, no matter how impressive they were, would not fit in my purse. So I decided to settle for a smaller, but nonetheless deadly, handgun.

When my boss wasn’t looking, I pulled my credit card out of my purse, and bought the gun from a site which, more likely than not, would get shut down by the cops in the next few months, so that need not fear getting traced. I had my plan, I had my gun. Now all I needed was a bank.