The Hell Heist

The Brooklyn Bank

Jacket woke abruptly, immediately spotting Dallas standing over him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Light sleeper, huh? That's good. Come on, we got a job to do."

Jacket nodded and sat up, noticing Dallas was already fitted with a full-body Kevlar suit. Dallas turned and left, heading back upstairs as Jacket got up and followed, looking around to see roughly ten people milling about.

"We'll be heading out soon, the others are just finishing getting ready. You should too." Dallas walks up another staircase and follows a balcony, heading into an office. Jacket climbs the same staircase, intending to look around, but spots a kitchen instead. Feeling his stomach rumble he decides to grab a banana out of a fruit bowl sitting in the middle of the counter. Jacket quickly eats the banana as he heads back to his temporary room, taking off his jacket and carefully laying it on the armrest. He picks up the Kevlar vest, sliding it on over his head and fastening it on, sliding the pistol clips into the pouches, and putting his jacket back on over the vest. Jacket moves his arms around, testing the range of his movement with the vest. Satisfied, he grabs the pistol and holster, clipping the holster around his left thigh. Jacket lifts the pistol up, aiming down the sights and pointing it at the neon skull. He mimics firing the gun before nearly dropping it as the gun went off, a bullet hole now in-between the skulls eyes. Jacket quickly turns the safety on and holsters the pistol, grabbing his mask, shotgun and sling before going back upstairs.

Reaching the top of the staircase Jacket sees Dallas talking to two other men, each equipped with armor similar to Dallas' and various weapons. They all had their masks hanging from their belts. Dallas notices Jacket, now ready to go.

"Right, Tony, Dragomir, this is Jacket! Jacket, this is Scarface and Dragan. They'll be tagging along with us." Dallas said, waving Jacket over. Scarface greets Jacket with a "How's it goin'?" while Dragan gives a curt nod. Jacket quickly patted his pockets, finding his tape recorder and bringing it out.

"How nice to have some company." The cheery voice stated after a brief rewind.

"Four's the magic number with this kind of thing. One more thing!" Dallas turned around and grabbed a few walkie-talkies off of a table, handing them to each person. Jacket clipped his to his belt. "Let's head out."

The group followed Dallas as he led them into the garage, opening the back door of a large black van and getting in. Jacket climbed in and sat down on a bench in the back, setting his shotgun down next to him after making sure the safety was on, and sliding the door closed once everyone was inside. As he sat down all four walkies crackled to life, and a voice with a South-African accent came through.

"Dear friends, we're going back to New York. There's something buried in the foundation of the old Brooklyn Bank that Bain was after. Could be a way out of this current predicament we're in. While we're there, it might be a good idea to pick up some extra operating cash to keep us going. Replacing all of Bain's equipment isn't going to be cheap, I can tell you. And the stuff I've got running as backup isn't going to hold up for long, yeah? At the moment, we're open targets."

"That's Locke, our eye in the sky. Keep an ear open for your walkie, if one of us needs help or if Locke's got something to say, it'll be through here." Dallas said as he raised his walkie. "Locke, we're ready to go."

The van sputtered to life, then pulled out of the garage and onto the street. "Get comfortable, friends. You have a long ride ahead of you." Locke said through the walkies.

Jacket folded his arms and sat back, attempting to fall asleep again. He was strangely calm, which at a time like this, surprised him. For roughly three hours the four men waited with anticipation. Dragan and Scarface discussed various topics. Strategies, past experiences, plans of retirement, all the while Jacket sat and listened, occasionally drumming a few fingers on his thigh or tapping his foot impatiently. He had nearly fallen asleep before the car swerving suddenly jerked Jacket to attention. He quickly sat up and straightened his jacket, looking towards the driver's seat to see what had happened. Instead of a person in the seat he saw a large, complex mechanical device attached to the steering wheel with a camera mounted on the front to give a clear view of the road.