And two months later, you were in the vault, picking dollar bills out of the packs to stuff into a bag. Tom checked his watch, pushing the last few bills down to fit inside. With a sigh, he got up, and you followed him, a surprisingly light duffel bag in each hand. He held the vault door open for you; just then, once you had reached the entrance to the main room of the bank, pushed his fake gun into the small of your back. You tried to get into the mindset, giving the few innocent bystanders in the room a show. Trying to think what it would be like if this was a really dangerous situation for you, you tried to get your heart rate up a bit, look scared and clammy, shaking all over.
Tom again opened the door and made you walk in first. He pushed the door hard, slamming it against the wall. You could see the lady, who had been at your desk earlier, jump up at the loud sound. A part of you felt a bit bad to put these people through all this stress and chaos, but you knew they were safe and nothing was going to happen to them. It was fine.
"And now, throw the bags to the front," Tom was back in his role and dug the pistol into you, and you did as he said, trying to make the bags look heavier than they were. Finally, he passed you through the narrow hallway and slapped your ass firmly. You jumped up with a shriek, not having expected that little stunt from him.
As Tom grabbed the bags, Harrison and Harry ran off, and you finally ran to the hidden panic button. It was no fancy system. The doors didn't automatically lock. The only thing that happened was that the police would receive a transmission, telling them to show up. The officers weren't the fastest in the town, so it would take them at least ten minutes to get to the street. By that time, there would be no sign of the boys. Nothing they didn't want to leave behind anyway.
You could see the group of terrified people push their bodies further into the wall as Tom walked by them. He didn't even glance at them. Just like his accomplices, he ran off into the street. No one in the building moved. In silence, everyone waited for the sirens to boom through the city, a melancholy of screeches accompanied by red and blue lights.
As you awaited the police cars to arrive, you tried to calm down a bit, preparing for the upcoming part of the heist. The part where you were needed to lie your ass off.
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Money Heist // t.h.
Fanfictiony/n works at a bank, every day is pretty much the same, until one day a handsome stranger walks up to her counter. Since then, her life has been a rollercoaster of emotions and events, leading y/n into a place in her life that she had never expected...
