Philips (Sequel to De Santa)

Chapter Thirty Nine

The vault was huge, to my surprise, making up the majority of the space the entire bank occupied. The walls were completely lined with small safe-deposit boxes and a massive combination locked safe. I tried to imagine what the room smelled like, but for some reason I could only imagine gold. It was most likely due to the vault's light casting a yellow light on everything, giving it a gold-like tint.

"The cash is in the safe," Trevor informed. "I'll work on that while F gets to work on those boxes."

"What do I do?" I asked.

"Just stand there and look pretty, Peaches. We'll be done soon." I nodded and walked over to Paige and dug a piece of paper from her pocket, handing it to Franklin.

"The box numbers we're supposed to hit." I reached down into my bag and handed Franklin the drill to get into boxes and handed Trevor the one from Paige's bag. As everyone got to work, I made my way around the room and looked everything over. I couldn't believe I was even here. Never in a million years did I see myself robbing Gruppe 6, let alone a bank. I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about it, but something deep in my gut tingled with a strange sensation. Nerves? Excitement? Only time would tell.

"How are we looking?" Lester asked.

"Just got into the first box," Franklin answered. "Got three more."

"T?"

"Almost through," Trevor answered.

"Holy shit!" Franklin laughed. "This box is loaded!"

"Gawk later, hurry up," Lester snapped.

"I'm in!" Trevor said and turned to me. "Come take a look, C." I walked over to Trevor and watched as he opened the door. My eyes instantly widened at the most amazing sight I had ever seen. Stacks upon stacks of unmarked bills and circulated cash.

"Ho-ly shit," I smiled.

"It's all because of you, C. So, you have the honor of grabbing the first stack." I looked over at Trevor and smiled even bigger, knowing damn well he couldn't see it, stepped forward and grabbed the first massive stack. The weight of it threw me off for a moment. I couldn't believe the weight of it; easily weighed two pounds or so.

"Woah...this is...wow."

"Yep. Well, let's get this shit loaded up." I reached into my bag and pulled out two trash bags, handing one to Trevor and one to Franklin before pulling one out for myself and getting to work.

"It's crazy what shit people put in here," Franklin spoke up. "This one is full of jewelry."

"What did I say about gawking?" Lester grumbled. "Just because it's been a walk-in-the-park up to now doesn't mean shit. Get the stuff, deal with Gruppe 6, and come back to the factory."

"C!" Gus called out. I looked up at Trevor, silently asking for permission to see what's up.

"I got this, go ahead," Trevor nodded. I handed Trevor my bag and made my way out to the lobby.

"What's up?"

"A truck just pulled into the back. Looks like Gruppe 6 is right in schedule."

"Alright, kill the AC, hopefully that'll kill some of the fumes." Gus nodded and walked over to the thermostat and turned the AC off. "How are we looking, PM?"

"So far, so good," Patrick answered. "Not a curious eye in sight." I took reached into my bag and pulled out the fake badge and placed it on my shirt. I took in a deep breath, removed my gas mask, and made my way for the back door. I could hear Gus readying his silenced pistol, ready to take them out. I grabbed my own pistol and placed it in the waistband of my skirt, hiding it under my shirt. A sudden knock at the door caused me to jump. I looked over at Patrick, who nodded and moved out of eyesight before finally opening the door.