Paris ~ money heist

Just my luck

Guns and screaming, that's all I remember. I wake up gasping and realise that it was a dream, well most of it. I was dreaming about the time I killed my own boyfriend to draw attention away from police and the funny thing was, I wasn't even sorry.

I got out of bed and put my disguise on. A wig, cap and sunglasses. I also put my gun in my coat pocket. Stepping out of the trailer, the cold stung my face as I lifted my hood up over my head.

There were police searches everywhere for me. I had been on the run for a few days now and it was not fun, it was very boring. I had always dreamt of doing something big that the whole world would know about. Of course, with me only working alone I wouldn't be able to pull off something like that and I'm never going back to prison.

I walked through the road and a car swerved past me. I went to the phone box as I needed to make a call to my mother.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Mama?" I asked back.

"Hello my sweet girl." She replied. I sighed heavily.

"Have you been watching the news lately?" I asked her. "Have you seen what they've said about me?"

"Yes, of course I've been watching." She told me.

"So, I've been thinking about getting a job somewhere far away." I implied. "Maybe as a chef."

"What does this mean? That I'll never see you again?" She questioned. I looked down.

"Are you alone?" I asked. She took a while to answer. "Mama?"

"Yes I am alone." She responded.

"Meet me on your street in 10 minutes." I put the phone down.

I then put my hands back in my pockets and started walking along the street. I started to notice a small, worn down red car driving slowly beside me. I ignored it and kept walking faster.

"Excuse me miss?" A guy from the car asked. I kept walking and not talking to him. "Do you have a minute?"

"No." I responded blankly and continued walking.

"There's only one upside to working abroad." He told me. This made me stop walking as I walked towards his car and leaned my arms on his windshield.

He went to reach down for something but I swiftly opened the car door and pointed a gun and his crotch. He put his hands up.

"Who are you?" I asked sternly. "A cop?"

"Wait wait please." He begged but I only pushed it further into his crotch. "It's a trap. The police are at your mothers right now and are trying to arrest you."

"And why would I trust you?" I snapped at him.

He stopped for a moment and looked down to the camera and his back seat.

"May I?" He asked. I sat there for a moment and then tilted my head to which he pulled the camera out and held it in front of me. I was stunned at what I saw.

Pictures of my mother with police outside her house. My eyes widened and I started to breathe angrily.

"They've been tracking you for days. If you go there now, you're either going to end up dead or rotting in a jail cell." He told me. "That's why I came to help you."

I looked at him for a moment.

"I have a heist." He explained. "A heist that is, unique."

I thought about it for a moment and then thought that this man just saved me, I should at least consider this.