Mike Sullivan's Failed Heist and Capture

Mike Sullivan

Title: 'The Ballad of Mike Sullivan: A Heist Gone Wrong'

Prologue: The Perfect Plan
Mike Sullivan wasn’t a career criminal—at least, that’s what he told himself. A former mechanic with a gambling problem, he saw the armored truck deliveries at the First National Bank in downtown Cleveland as a sign. Easy money, he thought. One score, and I’m out.

He recruited two guys he trusted—or, more accurately, two guys who owed him favors: Ray 'Fingers' Malone, a safecracker with a shaky hand, and Eddie Vega, a getaway driver with a lead foot. The plan was simple: hit the truck during its weekly cash transfer, disable the guards, grab the bags, and vanish.

Chapter 1: The Day of the Job
July 12, 2018. Humidity hung thick in the air as Mike adjusted his ski mask. The truck rolled in right on schedule—11:45 AM. Ray moved first, tossing a makeshift smoke bomb near the loading dock. Chaos erupted.

But then—the first mistake. One guard, a rookie named Dan Harris, didn’t freeze. He drew his sidearm. A shot rang out. Ray went down, clutching his leg. Mike panicked, firing a wild shot that ricocheted off the truck’s armor. The second guard hit the silent alarm.

Eddie, waiting in the stolen Dodge Charger, revved the engine. 'We gotta go, NOW!' he screamed into the comm. Mike dragged Ray toward the car as sirens wailed in the distance.

Chapter 2: The Getaway (Or Lack Thereof)
They didn’t make it three blocks. A police cruiser T-boned them at an intersection. Eddie floored it, but the Charger’s rear axle snapped. Mike bailed, sprinting into a nearby alley—alone.

Ray and Eddie were cuffed within minutes. But Mike? Gone.

Chapter 3: The Manhunt
For 72 hours, Cleveland PD turned the city upside down. Mike’s face was on every news channel. His ex-wife, Lisa, gave a tearful plea: 'Mike, turn yourself in. This isn’t you.'

But desperation makes men reckless. Mike broke into a vacant house on the outskirts of town, starving and bleeding from a graze wound. He called his old friend, Marty, begging for help.

Marty hesitated. Then—click—the line went dead.

Chapter 4: The End of the Road
The door burst open at 3:17 AM. SWAT. Mike reached for the pistol on the table—but it was empty. (He’d forgotten to check the chamber.)

As they dragged him out, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in a broken mirror. Gaunt. Wild-eyed. A far cry from the man who thought he could outsmart fate.

Epilogue: The Fallout
Ray took a plea deal—8 years. Eddie got 12. Mike? 25 to life. The guards recovered. The money was never found. (Rumor has it, Mike buried it somewhere. But if that’s true, he’ll never tell.)

In the end, Mike Sullivan wasn’t a mastermind. Just another guy who thought crime would be easier than life.

And he was wrong.

THE END.

(Based on a composite of real heist failures. Names and details fictionalized.)

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Mike Sullivan's Failed Heist and Capture

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