Operation SK ✔️

Unexpected Help

"Oh God, I'm going to be destroyed," Teresa groaned as she paced back and forth in her room.

"Well you'd just die. Nothing would really happen to you," Karen teased.

Teresa shot her a quick glance of death, and Karen shut up. Teresa was worried that she didn't have many opportunities to inform the headquarters that there was going to be a heist. More like a heist that they should probably not stop because she might just die. Either from being shot by the police themselves or from Jordan giving her a painful death. The one he gave to Agent Richard Moore.

I'm going to die either way.

"It'll be alright. We will be doing the main job anyways. All you have to do is entice the Diamond Owner there. No one would even know," Ben comforted her without any sincerity. What he didn't know was that they would know. Because she'd make it known to be them.

Taking part in heists, far dangerous ones, wasn't what she had signed up for. Mr Bakshi owed her a good explanation and a promotion too. What mafia gang conducted goddamned heists for diamonds?! At least not here in California.

"Have you ever been threatened to death for failing some role in your heist by Jordan?" Teresa retorted.

"Uhm, fine. That's an upgrade," Ben surrendered.

Karen laid a hand on Ben's thigh and sat down on the bed with him. Even though Ben didn't blink an eye, you could see him stiffen up.

"Honey, don't worry. I would've done your part had I not been so good at lock picking. And Jordan just hates you. He won't hurt you if you don't do something right unless it's giving us away. If he does, I'll be here to protect you. Let. Him. Try," Karen's eyes glinted in the light, and she had a vicious determination behind them for a moment. Then it was gone, and she grinned widely at Ben and Teresa.

Teresa sighed.

It wasn't the threat for which she gnawed her nails on. She needed her hand on a phone and soon. She couldn't explain this by stealing in a laptop and emailing shit. It had to be a quick call to Bakshiji. Being shot by her friends wasn't what she had joined the police agency for. Her irritation pent up further when she realized that she wasn't allowed a smartphone yet. Jordan had promised her one after she successfully completed a year and a half with them. In other words, he still didn't trust her. The others would never leave her alone with a smartphone. She should've said she had a sick sister somewhere because she had no one to call logically. Ugh!

Teresa stopped pacing and took a deep breath in. Her stomach was queasy and being inside the house felt nauseous to her.

"I'm fine. It's okay. I just need to take a walk," she said, getting out of the room.

"Yeah no problem. Remember death isn't an issue!" Karen shouted.

"Exactly, we'll buy some expensive comfy coffin for you!" Ben joined in.

Teresa stuck out her tongue at them.

"Sometimes I wonder if you really are just siblings. You both have little difference," Teresa remarked.

Karen flung herself at Ben and wrapped her arms around him tightly. Ben laughed an awkward 'hehe'.

"WE ARREEEE!" she sang.

Ben's face grimaced slightly at that, but he said nothing. Teresa felt some pain for him. Then she walked off. Their complicated relationship was no business of hers. She had far more important matters in mind.

I have two days. Just the two.

She walked out of the place and took a deep breath in. The clean air along with the taste of an escape cleared her mind. She looked about. There weren't many guards about at this time of the evening. She found herself staring at the warehouse she used to train in during her first six months. By instinct or memory, her legs started to carry her to the place. The door, a heavy steel one with a small hatch from the outside, was unlocked. Giving it a gentle push, she entered the grey and forlorn place where she had trained.