The Heist of Revelstoke

Is Water Supposed to be That Color?

The next day, we had to figure out what getaway plan we were going to use. Jacob suggested we hire someone to helicopter us out of there, so I put that on the list. The other suggestions were hiding a black van somewhere (my idea), going to the nearby airstrip, which was about 3 miles away, and stealing the plane in the hangar (Lucas's idea), or escaping through the sewers with gas masks on to deal with the smell (Eric's idea).

We all collectively decided to go through the sewers, which we could ind a blueprint of online. Jacob had a gas mask collection, with about 4 or 5 spares for each style of mask in case one breaks, so we decided on the GP-5 Soviet gas mask. Gray, with an O.D green filter. The lenses were also one way so you couldn't see in, but you could see out.

With the first part of the plan figured out, we had to decide what we were going to do from there. I said "Y'know, we could just hide an unsuspecting car in the parking garage next to the Koi Fish Aquarium. There's a manhole cover that goes right into it."

Lucas had a car that was registered to his grandpa, Pat Sr, who passed away around 4 years ago. It was a brownish tan 1980 Toyota Corolla. He parked it, locked it, and we picked him up from the garage. "Y'know, we really ought to hide some outits down in the sewer to change into. Get some regular pedestrian clothing or something, y'know?" Lucas said to me.

"Yeah, but it's gross as shit down there. No pun intended," I added quickly, and everyone started laughing. "Hey, I got that hazmat suit that I won at that auction at the science lab a couple of years ago. You could use that to go down there." Eric said from the front seat. "That's a pretty good idea, Eric." Then I turned to the rest of the guys. "Hey, maybe Eric's not as stupid as we thought, eh?" and everyone burst out with laughter again.

We swung by Eric's house, grabbed the hazmat suit, which was the stereotypical bright yellow with the tinted face shield. Back at the sewers, with regular clothing packed into waterproof bags, I ventured down into the sewer. I had a flashlight, and the first thing I saw was a rat about the size of Wisconsin. Ok, ok, maybe it wasn't that big. It was about the size of my thigh, which was pretty big considering.

"Ugh, why did I agree to this?" I thought to myself. "It's gross as shit down here. No fucking pun intended..." I trudged through the murky greenish-brownish sludge, and looked for a good place to set the bags. All of a sudden, I heard a voice that sounded like they just snorted a line of cocaine. They were speaking very rapidly, and they were getting closer.

I began to whip about very fast, looking every which way to see where the unseen person was coming from. Just my luck, I was at an intersection in the sewer, so I had to look 4 dierent ways. Weird rapid babbling noises were about all I could hear. Then, I heard a sound like a dying cow behind me, and a man who was about 5'11, raggedy brown pants, a white tank top that could've had a Coors Light logo on it at one point, because I saw the blue mountain from it.

He was very skinny and looked like he hadn't slept in a week. Suddenly, he brandished a very large knife that was chipped and rusted to hell, said something like "AAAAAAHHHHH" and sprinted towards me. Luckily, I brought the flashlight, so I whipped around, waited until he saw me and sprinted after me again, and clocked him right in the forehead with it.

He made an "oomph" sound, and then, he lay still, lying in that murky sludge, with blood beginning to pool on the surface from the man's forehead.
I made for the exit fast. Only, I couldn't find the exit. The man sprinting after me threw me for a loop, and now I was lost. I pulled my arm through the sleeve and grabbed my phone from my pocket. I tried calling Jacob, but there was no answer. "Shit. Stuck in a sewer with no reception." I said out loud to no one in particular.

I fuddled around the sewer for a time, and I eventually found the exit. I hid the clothes in waterproof bags,and headed back out. "Jesus, you smell awful," Jacob said as I climbed out of the manhole. "Take that thing o. You might as well throw it away, I'm never getting the smell out of that." Eric said to his own dismay. I shucked myself out of the sewer-sludge-soaked hazmat suit and chucked it back down into the sewer.
We got back into the car and began to drive. Lucas turned to me. "Dude, what the hell took you so long anyway?" "Trust me, dude, it's a long story," I told him. With the plan set, and me being scarred for life, we were ready to go.

We drove around for a little bit, and we saw a Japanese restaurant named the Kurisama Sushi Palace. "Hey, I could go for some food right now, how about you guys?" I asked them from the back seat. "Yeah, I could eat." Eric said. We pulled into the parking lot, and we walked inside. We were immediately greeted with scents of fish and soy sauce, ramen broth and something that might've been cherry blossom. We sat down, and a short Asian lady with black and white striped hair came to take our order.

"Hi, welcome to Kurisama Sushi Palace, my name is Kimmy, I'll be your server for tonight, is there anything I could get started for you?"

"Uh, yeah, let's get a round of water for the table." I said. Kimmy smiled and nodded and asked if we would like any appetizers. "Uh, no, we aren't that hungry, are we?" Eric said. "Shut up, Eric, you're always hungry, fatass." Jacob laughed.
Eric kicked him under the table, and Kimmy chuckled a little bit. "So is that a no on the appetizers?" she asked. "Yes, no appetizers, please." said Jacob, still rubbing his shin.
"I'll give you guys a little time to think about what you want, and I'll be back with those waters momentarily." Kimmy left us to get our waters.

I started hearing a female's voice on the other side of the booth, and when she said "Horsemen" that's when I was intrigued. I perked up my ears and started listening.
"So-----Horseman-------iniltrate------a robbery soon--------take it------kill them." was about all I could hear.

"Jaden?!?" I suddenly snapped back to my own table, and all of the guys were looking at me. "What's your favorite weapon in Zombies?" Eric asked me. "Uh, the Raygun is pretty cool. Look, I gotta go to the bathroom, I'll be right back."

I moved out of my seat, and walked over to the bathroom, which meant I would have to cross in front of the booth where I heard the woman's voice.
I glanced back at the booth, and I saw a tall and lanky man, sitting across from a woman with shiny black hair. I just needed to get a look at her face, and then I could steer clear of her at all costs.

I went to the bathroom like I told the guys I would, and when I came back, they were gone. "Shit." I thought to myself. "That's not good." I sat back down with the guys. "So, what're you guys gonna order? I asked.

"Uh, the California roll looks pretty good." Eric said. At that moment, Kimmy came back to our table to take our order. I ordered the Tonkotsu ramen bowl, and the guys ordered a big sushi boat for the four of them.

We ate all of it, and we paid for our meal, thanked Kimmy, and left. "Hey, Kimmy was kinda hot, not gonna lie." Eric told me. "Yeah, Kimmy and Jaden should get together! I mean, they are both Japanese, right?" Lucas laughed.

They all laughed as we got back into the car, but my mind was still stuck on who was talking about us in the next booth.