In through the door, out through the window

As he pinned the door closed and clicked the deadlock, Oscar felt the tide of swat cops break against the wood. There was silence as they hunkered down in waiting, all clicks and crackles as they reloaded their weapons and chattered to their overlords.

He scanned the note again. Nothing

Robbing a bank was not a decision he had made lightly. But the scribbled advice he had gotten from his mentor was to be valued, or so he had been lead to believe.

The brick he bought to smash his way through the double glazing had done it's job suffienciently enough. He guessed the air-raid caterwailing of the resulting alarm was normal because nobody had told him otherwise. So when he walked into the street with a big pile of cash from the vaults, he was mortified to see the LAPD's finest staring down their barrels at him. The decision to retreat back inside to the tea room had been easy. Finding the error of his ways had not.

He read the note again and sickening comprehension froze him.

'Oh' he said as the cops burst in and swarmed over him like beetles on dung.