"So tell me what I'm looking at here," Suga said, standing over a sitting Daichi, eyeing blueprints scattered all over Ukai's marble tables. He was munching on some chips, spicy nacho cheese Doritos to be exact.
Daichi chewed on the end of his pencil before pointing at it, "Well, this is the entrance to the vault-"
"I can see that," Suga said with a mischievous grin.
"-and this-" Daichi continued on, ignoring Suga, "is the elevator down into the vault."
"Hm," Suga leaned further down, squinting, "cameras?"
"Yup."
"I'm guessing there's a passcode and fingerprint scanner?"
Daichi gave a nod, biting the end of his pencil again.
"Huh," Suga muttered. "Can't fake those..."
Daichi looked up, turning his head to look at Suga who was hovering over his shoulder, "Do you have to eat right now? You're getting crumbs all over the blueprint..."
Suga just grinned, "I think I have an idea..."
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"Alright then, let's get started." Daichi grinned.
Tanaka and Nishinoya cheered loudly, Suga punched Asahi in the shoulder, Tsukishima groaned and Ukai sighed and shook his head.
Daichi grabbed a remote and switched on Ukai's TV. Once on, it showed 3D visuals of the blueprints he and Suga had been going over and memorizing for the past couple of weeks so that they would have a better understanding of what was going down. These blueprint details were courtesy of Kiyoko, of course, who got them from an unknown source after applying to be an assistant of sorts at Nekomata's casino, The Nekoma. Having her help them really saved Suga and Daichi's asses sometimes.
"Gentlemen," Daichi acknowledged, turning his attention from the screen to his comrades, "the three thousand block of Las Vegas Boulevard." He motioned to the screen behind him. "Otherwise known as the Nekoma, the Toritsu, and," he looked over at Ukai and Takeda, "the Karasuno.
"Not for long," Ukai muttered before lighting a cigar with his eyebrows knitted.
Daichi slowly turned away from them, "Together they make the most profitable casinos in Vegas."
He pressed a button on the remote in his hand and the screen flickered to a 3D image of the Nekoma's vault in purple and blue lines. "This is the vault at the Nekoma," he explained, stepping back, "it's located below the Strip, beneath two hundred feet of solid earth."
Nishinoya whistled, his arms draped over the back of a chair.
Daichi gave a small chuckle. "It safeguards every dime that passes through each of the three casinos above it." He paused for dramatic effect.
"And we're going to rob it."
Hinata perked up, "A smash and grab job??"
Everyone turned to the newbie with either raised eyebrows or looks of amusement. Smash and grab jobs were usually easy and quick steals, nothing really risky. But three casinos? The definition of a risk.
"It's slightly more complicated than that, Hinata-kun," Suga chuckled, making a 'small' gesture with his two fingers.
Tanaka snorted and Kageyama glared at Hinata, calling him a 'dumbass' once more.
Hinata huffed, turning red as he sat back down, "W-well, yeah!" He tried his best to seem like he was just joking around, but everyone else had turned their attention back onto Daichi.
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FanfictionDaichi Sawamura is a man of action. After 24 hours into his parole, he already has thought of a plan for his next big gig. Robbing three casinos in Las Vegas. He only has three rules: Don't hurt anybody. Don't steal from people who don't deserve it...