Total price £45. Full payment required with your booking to reserve your Gun, ammo and facemask which will be given to you on the day along with training on how to use the equipment safely before the game commences.
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We will not accept any Hire Gun booking where the FULL price has not been paid.
A group of heavily armed thieves crashed thought the doors of the bank. A shotgun firing into the air causing a cacophony of screams from staff and customers alike. A security guard rushed from behind a desk, pistol drawn, “Freeze!” he screams.
The gunmen put three rounds into his chest in the blink of an eye, his body dropping to the tiled floor of the bank if a spray of blood.
“Four minutes!” one of the thieves covering the doors yelled.
The others quickly rounded up the manager, and with a gun pressed against his head, ordered him to lead them the safe. “You will never open it” he whimpered as he opened the door to a room revealing a large, incredibly heavy and secure looking safe.
“We don’t need to…” laughed on of the robbers.
SMASH
A large 18 wheel truck reversed its trailer thought the front door of the bank , taking a section of the wall with it. “Three minutes!” yelled the man on the door, who had ducked behind a pillar as the truck made its entrance. A forklift dropped from the rear of the truck on an articulated tail gate, engine starting up, it was expertly driven though the bank towards the safe.
“See?” said the gunman before shooting the bank manager in the face. “Two minutes!” came a call from the front of the bank. The fork lift picked up the safe and loaded it into the back of the truck with haste. And with that the rest of the thieves jumped aboard the truck abandoning the fork lift in the now devastated bank.
As the truck began speeding down the street, police cars appeared behind it.
“Shit, looks like they’re early… Go, go, go!” screamed one of the thieves
As the police pursued the group out of the town and along the forest roads, gun shots rang out from both the truck and the police following behind.
“Hit the scrambler, cut their radios.” said one of the robbers and the driver flicked a switch on a small metal box under the dash.
“Okay done, no one’s calling in our position, lets lead them to the meeting point and the rest of the gang can make sure no of them live to tell about it!” he laughed.
As the truck sped through the forest roads with the police in hot pursuit, things were about to get a whole lot more bloody…
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