The story of Payday

Chapter 3: The beginning

The gang was resting at the safe house a week after Operation Undercover. Dallas was sorting money in the vault. Wolf was doing maintenance on some drills. Chains was modding some weapons and Hoxton was upstairs on the couch with a beer when Bain contacted them.

"Are you ready for another job, clowns?" He asked them.

"No, not really," Dallas said.

"That was rhetorical Dallas"

"What a fucken shock," Hox said.

"You're going back to First World Bank"

"Why? The last time we were there we almost got ID'd by the manager" Chains reminded Bain.

"We forgot something there"

"The hell does that mean?" Hox asked.

"Don't worry about it, just gear up. Whatever you think you need, double it. Double guns, ammo, med supplies, everything" Bain said ending the transmission.

"I'm getting real sick of him being so damn cryptic all the damn time," Hoxton said, irritated.

"Me too but you've gotta admit the mans a genius," Dallas said.

After a few days, the gang was sufficiently geared up, or at least they hoped. Bain's warning did not exactly inspire confidence. The crew got in the van and checked their gear as Bain went over the plan.

"Ok gang we're doing the same thing as last time. Find the manager, grab his keycard then go find the lance that our insider Jenny stashed in the printer again" Bain explained.

The whole gang was uneasy about the plan. It didn't make sense to hit the same place twice and in the same way but that's what they were told so that's what they were going to do. Once they arrived at the bank Dallas went in to find the manager while the rest of the gang waited on his signal. He took a left and went upstairs and spotted the balding man. He was still in a cast from the last time the gang hit the bank. Wolf was a little too good at his job and almost killed the poor sod trying to get the keycard.

"You heal up pretty nice don't you?" Dallas said.

"Yeah I guess so"

"Surprised you're still working here after that"

"Yeah well, a heist like that only happens once in a lifetime" The manager laughed.

"I am so sorry," Dallas said, throwing a right hook into the manager knocking him unconscious thankfully.

He searched through his pockets and found the keycard then reached into his suit and pulled out his mask and Chimano 88 sidearm before zip tying the guy. He walked out onto the balcony that overlooked the lobby of the bank. He fired two shots into the floor of the lobby as a signal for the crew to come in. Chains, Hoxton, and Wolf entered the bank with their guns drawn and began demanding that everyone gets on the floor. They shot and killed the 5 security guards that opposed them as they entered.

"We want to harm no one! We're after the bank's money, not yours! Your money is insured by the federal government! You're not gonna lose a dime! Sit down and don't be a hero and everything will be fine. The hostage rescue team will be here in three minutes to free you! Just sit tight!" Dallas yelled to the crowd of terrified civi's.

Once the crew finished tying up everyone they met up with Dallas upstairs and Chains threw down the supply bag so he could put on his armor and grabbed his rifle and spare ammo. They went to the copy room and opened it with the keycard. Hoxton went to the printer and opened it. Wolf grabbed the lance out of it then went for the thermite but realized there was none.

"She forgot the fucking thermite" Chains yelled.

"We won't be needing it. Just drill through the gate" Bain reassured them.

By the time they got down to the gate and Wolf got the thermal lance set up, police began storming the building. The crew held out by the gate. They were confused why Bain told them to pack so much gear this seemed like just a normal assault. The drill took the standard 250 seconds and they were into the vault area once again. They mowed down the security guards that were in the back area and were about to make their way to the vault when Bain stopped them.

"Alright, clowns here's where things get different. I need all four of you to be directly in front of the cameras three meters away. Each one of you stands at a different camera" Bain instructed them.

They looked at each other confused.

"Wait for the assault to die down," Dallas said.

After a few minutes of fighting cops they backed off and the crew tried their best to follow Bain's odd instructions. Once they did he began excitedly yelling which was very out of character for the calm and calculating Bain.

"YES YES YES! Go to the vault and look at the walls nearby one of them should be different"

Sure enough one of the walls seemed to be jutted out. So Dallas with the help of Chains pulled it out revealing a cage door that Hox kicked open. The crew ventured inside and a black door stood in their way.

"Wolf drill through the door," Bain said, returning to his usual calm self.

Wolf did as he was told but took a lot longer than usual which drew the attention of Dallas.

"What's wrong?"

"The drill is glitching out. It says the estimated time of competition is 2,000 seconds" Wolf explained while fiddling with it.

"The timer is correct. You're gonna be there for a while" Bain interjected.

"I'm sorry you want us to sit here for 30 fucking minutes?" Hoxton asked, outraged.

"It will be worth it trust me"

"What the hell is even behind this adamantium door?" Chains asked.

"You'll see"

The crew just sighed and went back to fighting the endless swarm of cops which they noticed began getting more aggressive since they got into the secret room. 20 minutes in ammo was getting low and they had to resort to taking ammo off the bodies of cops. Finally, after the longest and most stressful half an hour of the gang's life the drill beeped signaling its completion. Wolf removed it and pulled open the door and the gang entered the room that looked like the rest of the bank but it was decorated with the Fleur-de-lis all over the floors and had a big looming vault at the end.

"WAIT WAIT WAIT DON'T MOVE," Bain yelled just as they entered.

The crew immediately halted.

"You see the symbols on the ground? You need to move very carefully. Dallas I want you to do this."

With the gang covering him from gunfire, he made his way to the very leftmost one.

"Up 2. Right 3. Up 1. Right 2. Left 5. Up 3. Right 5. Up 1." Bain instructed.

Right as Dallas' foot hit the last Fleur-de-lis the room shook as the vault began to open. Once it did the gang stared in awe. They nearly went blind from the amount of gold in the room. 2,000 bars. 72 bags worth. 20,000 lbs of pure gold were at their greedy fingertips.

"How the hell do we move this?" Dallas asked.

"Slowly. Twitch has a semi parked out back. That's the only thing that'll be able to hold 10 tons of gold bullion. There's also some reinforced bags in there to haul the gold. You can fit 10 bars per bag" Bain explained.

Hox was the one brave enough to run out and go get the bags and when he returned the crew spent the next 2 hours ducking under bullets and hauling 250lbs of gold to the truck. Once they threw in the last bag they popped open a sewer grate and escaped under the city.