Money Heist // t.h.

9 - Now

The police arrived faster than expected. All 40 seconds earlier. The traffic lights two blocks away must have been on green. Lucky bastards. But it didn't matter, for the culprits, to their knowledge, were far and long gone.

You were still standing behind your counter, staring ahead at the "exit" sign, trying not to blink, making it look as if you were in shock. Then, an officer walked up to you. He was lanky and young-looking. His moustache, or the poor excuse of one, counted barely five hairs.

"Ma'am?" he asked. You blinked slowly and looked at him. "Can you step out from behind the counter, please?"

You nodded your head, a bit shakily, and slowly made your way to the door. The police officer did not bother to meet you at that door, making you walk up to him.

"I will ask you a few questions now, if that's alright?"

You nodded again, wrapping your arms around yourself. The officer, whose name tag said "Jones", looked down. "Would you like a blanket maybe, ma'am?"

"No, thank you," you spoke in your weakest voice possible, "I just- uhm, I think I need to sit down."

"Of course, of course," Jones took you by the elbow, a gesture you despised but didn't comment on considering the circumstances, and then he led you to the row of chairs in the waiting area of the room. You sat down, and Jones sat down next to you, keeping a chair of space between you. He leaned with his arms on his knees as he spoke to you. He had a soft voice, very soothing, making you understand why he was the one on the job to talk to the witnesses.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"Yes, yes. Of course." You blinked, pretending to think for a moment as if you had not prepared this speech weeks in advance. "I was working the counter, uhm making a deposit for Mrs. Deller." You turned around, looking for the old woman, "that's her." Jones followed your hand, taking a mental note of the lady. She, like everyone else, was being questioned by a different officer. You couldn't help but notice that Mrs Deller's officer was much better looking than Jones.

"So I was helping her with the deposit and suddenly these people walk in- three of them."

"What did they look like?"

"Uhm, well, they were wearing masks, so I don't know, but they were pretty tall. And they were all wearing those kinds of jackets- I can't really explain it but they looked pretty heavy and uhhh- oh god, what was it, shit!" You slammed your hands on the two chairs at your sides in frustration.

"Let's come back the jackets later, maybe," Jones tried to calm you down, which you appreciated, "what happened next?"

"Oh, so they walked in," you coughed, "and one of them walked up to me. The other two I guess were taking care of everyone else in the room, I'm not sure, I was king of panicking when I saw the guns."

"Guns?" Jones asked.

"Mhm, I don't what they were but they were pretty big," you showed an average size with your hands. "So the guy, I think it was a guy, at least he sounded like a guy but these days you never know, it could be someone with just a very deep voice or some kind of technology-"

"The individual." Jones interrupted you, trying to get you back on track.

"Right, so he, they, whatever, walked up and made me open the door for him."

"Did you press the panic button?"

"I mean, I wanted to but he was looking right at me and he had a gun- oh god, I'm so fired," you leaned down, covering your face with your hands and let out a heaving cry.