Years ago when we lived in Covington, I drove for the Seattle branch Brinks for three months. That was all I could handle. 10-12 hours driving a day, and that's not counting my hour drive there and my hour and a half home. I got one bathroom break in the afternoon, no lunch or any other breaks.
Anyway, in training they teach you how to handle a robbery. They tell you if someone is really bent on getting the money, the messenger (the guy who gets in and out with the money) is probably going to get one in the head, and there will be nothing he can do about it. In the case of a random type robbery, he is trained to just give the money up, and use his gun (we had the S&W Model 64) only to defend his life. The driver was trained to drive away in any scenario. I was also armed with an 18" Remington 870. Well, after becoming friends with my messenger, I knew I wouldn't be driving away if I saw him in deep trouble.
While I was employed, there was a robbery attempt in Bellevue. Not my route, another truck. Some guy walks up to the messenger, who was headed back to the truck, he had his right hand in his jacket pocket, and demanded the money. The messenger drew his gun, aimed at the guy's chest, and yelled "SHOW ME YOUR HANDS!", and the guy took off running. He was caught a short while later. Back at the office the messenger was officially reprimanded for not going according to procedure, however, unofficially he got a big pat on the back!
I quit the day after I crashed one of their trucks. We were between two small towns, (Duvall and Carnation, for those who know the area) and we were in a 35 mph zone. A lady in a mini van was ahead of me doing slightly under that, so I decided to pass. Just as I was going around her, she decides to do a U-turn! No signal, right in the middle of the highway! I wiped out her van. She had just dropped off her 2 kids, or there could have been serious injuries. She was shook up, but not hurt. She told the responding officers that she was on her cell phone with her dad, and didn't even know I was there. Our bumper was bent, and we finished out our route. When we got back to the office, it was like I had just got my cherry popped! "I remember when I crashed my first truck" was what I heard from all the other drivers. I had left a job in a sporting goods store for that one, and they hired me back the next day.