Money Heist // t.h.

12 - Meanwhile

The plan was pretty simple. Tom would walk in with you to the vault, four empty duffel bags in hand. Well, almost empty, because there was a role of trashbags inside one of them.

Once in the vault, the two of you quickly stuffed as much money as you could in the trash bags, besides some of the smaller banknotes, to tuck into the duffels. Afterwards, instead of heading immediately back to the front room of the bank, you turned right, heading to the back exit. It was barely ever used since it led to a small alley filled with trash containers shared with a Chinese restaurant.

The container was full, but you stuffed the money-filled bags behind it, ensuring it wasn't visible to anyone who didn't care to look for them. While you did that, Tom filled up the duffel bags with some of the less gross looking waste that had been thrown out.

"This is actually disgusting," he groaned, closing up the bags. "I don't think I'll ever get rid of this smell."

"I know, but you can buy yourself the fanciest of shower gels once we have this money."

"Remind me why we need to do this? Why not just go with the money in the bags and run for it?"

"Because the police, while incompetent, are not complete morons and will notice three guys carrying giant bags around town." You explained to him. He knew this very well, of course, but just needed to hear the motivation to not hurl at the smell of the rotting Kung Pao Chicken.

Once that was done, you headed back into the bank. The boys ran out with the trash while you pressed the panic button. As you waited for the police to arrive, your accomplices ran to the next alley to take off their masks and jackets. Tom took them and stuffed them into his car, which was parked not far away, while Harry and Harrison emptied the trash out of bags into another container, leaving the bags, and the remaining money somewhat visible from a distance. Once satisfied with their job, they walked out of the alley, taking their separate ways. Harrison was crossing the street as a police car turned the corner. He even shouted out at the driving officer for not looking out.

The money behind the trash container between the bank and the Chinese restaurant remained there, untouched but by far not forgotten, until the following day.

At five am, still a bit drunk, Harrison got up and made the drive over to the headquarters of the Sanitation department. A friend of his, Biggy Q, let him borrow his truck, knowing better not to ask questions when it came to Haz. Besides, Harrison promised him to complete the first half of his shift, so he could not be bothered what he needed the damn garbage truck for.

Harrison didn't have an official uniform, but a basic green overall was pretty easy to obtain, and at five in the morning, not a lot of people would be bothered about it. He drove through the city, picking up garbage bag after bag until he reached the alley behind the bank. There, just like y/n had told him, was the jackpot. He took it with him into the cockpit, dumped the rest of the trash into the bag and drove off. He met up with Biggy Q a few minutes later, giving him back his truck. Q definitely gave his friend a few strange looks when he saw Harrison take out three bags from the front of the truck, but again, he knew better than to ask questions.