You hit the next nearest town. Licksdale. You drive up to the front parking and adjust your hair in the mirror till you have a chance to pop in when its just you. You slip a creepy Mystery X mask on as you enter the store. You draw you gun and point it at the cashier. He knows the score. He pops open the register and hands you three hundred and forty eight bucks. You get a case of beer and a case of cigs on your way out. You pull it off without a hitch.