"Come on... come on... hurry dammit!" Myra kept ushering her companion on as they grabbed anything that looked remotely valuable. There wasn't a whole lot left but there were still some things left. Some of it was money but various ammo, metal pieces, and foodstuffs all made it into their bag. They even stole a second bag to accommodate the take. It took only a few nerve-wrecking minutes but they were not disturbed once. The two crept out of the front door, both with a plump bag thrown over their shoulder. They scurried on over to a safe place just a few dilapidated buildings down from the Pumphouse to take inventory of the take before they shipped out. 

... After counting Myra turned to her companion, "Look at that! That's probably enough stuff to put us up another hundred! That'll keep me ahead of that arrogant piece of shit, Bren. Ooh we may be the half the same blood, but I'd be rid of him if I ever got the chance!" She said in a fury, not worrying about her volume. Despite her fury, Dumb seemed really enthused at the idea that they made a lot of money on this take. A lot of money means he keeps his life in a way. Myra wouldn't commend Dumb for any success they had but would definitely blame him if they were to come up short. And arriving short of money was a very, very grim prospect for all, even Myra. She took a minute to calm down a bit before instructing her companion what they were to do next. "Come on, you and I are heading back ho...." She stopped in the middle of her sentence as a very awful realization hit her. "The briefcase.... Where is the briefcase?" She turned to her companion and stared at him expectedly but he returned her stare with a rather worried expression. "Dammit you idiot! If we lose that two hundred dollars this is all on you!" She growled as she threw her hands up in anger. "Fuck you! I'll go and get that. Just... Just guard this stuff and I'll be back!" With that Myra set back for the Pumphouse.

She really had hoped with every fiber of her being that nobody would notice the small brown leather satchel that sat underneath the table where Myra had been drinking her booze.