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Ten minutes later: Cops get the robbers

MOORE — Less than 10 minutes after it was reported, two Oklahoma City men were arrested on bank robbery complaints Thursday morning by Federal Bureau of Investigation agents and Moore police officers.

Oklahoma City FBI officials say Wacey Gerron Mikles, 24, and Eric Justin Moses, 26, were arrested for robbing a Bank of Oklahoma branch inside Crest Foods at 1315 N. Eastern Ave. in Moore.

“At approximately 10:44 a.m. Thursday, a white male approached a teller at Bank of Oklahoma and demanded money,” FBI spokesman Gary Johnson said. “(The man) exited the bank and was seen fleeing in a vehicle.”

No employees of the bank or the grocery store were harmed.

About 10 minutes later both Minkles and Moses were arrested by Moore police, department spokesman Sgt. Todd Strickland said.

“Our lieutenant was in the right place at the right time,” Strickland said. “He did an awesome job.”

Strickland said Moore police Lt. Tim Bryant was near the intersection of North 27th and Eastern Avenue when he saw a black Toyota Corolla. “That vehicle matched the description of one that has just been reported as being involved in a robbery at a Bank of Oklahoma branch,” he said.

Strickland said Bryant followed the car, called for additional officers, and stopped the vehicle at a Shell service station at North 27th Street and I-35.

Mikles and Moses were arrested without incident by Moore police and turned over to FBI agents.

“After searching the vehicle, officers discovered a large amount of money and the passenger was positively identified as the person who robbed the bank,” Strickland said.

Both men face federal bank robbery charges.

Johnson said an investigation — involving the police departments of Moore, Norman, Oklahoma City and Warr Acres — is being conducted.

FBI officials said Mikles is a suspect in several other robberies in the Oklahoma City area. Both men are being held in Oklahoma County jail, Johnson said, and were expected to appear before a U.S. magistrate Friday.

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