Everyone walked outside the room. It was only Helsinki, Oslo, Seoul and Arturo.
Helsinki was playing a little instrument for Oslo. Seoul just glared at Arturo.
"Oslo will never speak again..." Helsinki stopped playing.
"I'm sorry... it's tragic." Arturo looked down.
"Did you know about the escape?" Helsinki asked. Arturo just shook his head.
Helsinki walked and grabbed the pipe, that the hostages used to hit it on Oslo's head.
"They hit him with this pipe, from behind... Oslo my friend. I and Oslo, war together, peace together, heists together, prison together. Oslo is my friend. Do you understand Arturo?" Helsinki said. "Kneel down..."
Arturo got really scared he looked at Helsinki.
Seoul got pissed off. "He didn't ask you to kneel down, it's an order."
Then Arturo kneeled down. Helsinki was about to hit him with the pipe, until Arturo said.
"Did you really think that, we wouldn't try to escape? To try to defend ourselves? If your going to do it, hit me hard, because if you don't kill me..."
Seoul stood up and didn't let him finish his sentence. She grabbed him by the hair. "Aw, look at your poor face." She took the pipe from Helsinki and hit him on the back, she really did not careless.
Arturo just screamed in pain. "You slutty whore!"
Seoul just laughed. "You really like to call me that huh? Maybe that should be my new nickname." She hit him with the pipe again but on his stomach.
~~~
Everyone sat around the table and tried calling the Professor.
"Third call with no answer. That's 18 hours since we last heard from the Professor. I guess we know what that means." He put the phone down.
"We don't even know anything about the police either. Something is going on outside. What do we do?" Moscow asked.
"Well, we still have one call left before we complete the cycle." Berlin stood up from his chair. "At 12:00 a.m."
"What cycle? The fucking death trap cycle?" Denver said.
"Denver, relax." Berlin turned to Denver. "The Professor must be tying up some loose ends. There's nothing to worry about... yet."
"For now, we'll keep watching the hostages, printing money as usual and I'll take care of Seoul." He smirked at her.
"You're kidding? We're in deep shit, right now and you're going to fuck?"
"Ugh, Tokyo, please."
"What, huh?"
"There's no need to be vulgar, you know. First of all it doesn't suit you and, I'd want to be with my girlfriend. Whatever happened to carpe diem?" Berlin said.
"The plan fell apart, so that's what happened. Probably because you don't care you're terminally ill, but I do." Tokyo looked annoyed.
"I'm leaving. " He turned around.
"Son of a bitch. What did the Professor say? No relationships! He said that from day one!" Nairobi stood up from her chair.
Seoul didn't know what to do, if she should join the conversation or not.
"What about Tokyo and Rio, hm? Your just blaming me for following the cycle. Try thinking for a moment who keeps messing up? Tokyo and Rio? Or Seoul and I?"
No one, dared to answer because they already knew the answer to his question. There was just dead silence.
Seoul just looked at everyone. "Okay, So what? Berlin and I are in a relationship so fucking what? If we weren't dating nothing would've changed, he might even be fucking a hostage."
"Ew, now that's just absolutely disgusting." Nairobi and Tokyo said in the same time, they looked at each other.
"I-I mean, being with a hostage isn't that bad either, is it?" Denver asked.
Everyone looked at Denver in confusion.
"What? You can say being a good fuck or a bad fuck, but I have never fucking at gunpoint." Denver looked at Moscow.
"Denver, no..." Nairobi looked at him.
"So what's the big deal? Yes I'm in a relationship too... with Monica Gaztambide."
"What are you saying son?" Moscow looked at Denver.
"I'm saying that I saved her life. And she hugged me and kissed me. I didn't make her it was love!"
"What the fuck do you mean, "love"? You idiot!" Nairobi walked closer to the table. "Haven't you heard of Stockholm syndrome?"
"No, Nairobi. I haven't heard of Stockholm syndrome. But if she has a syndrome or illness, we'll get over it together."
"No, no, you won't because you are the one who's causing it!!"
Seoul butted into the conversation again. "Stockholm syndrome is when a hostage is starting to have feelings for their kidnapper!"
"Yeah, your the one who's holding her! She's scared as hell. You are seriously so stupid that you think it's love. What's wrong with you?!?!"
"That's enough." Moscow said. "None of us is exactly a Nobel Prize winner here, so we all have to quit stirring shit. This is a critical situation."
"No, it will be critical if the Professor doesn't call in six hours." Berlin said. "Then we'll put Plan Chernobyl into action."
Everyone looked at Berlin. " The Professor didn't say anything about that. What's Plan Chernobyl?" Moscow asked.
"If all goes well, you'll never find out. So, please, let's be patient. I'm going to my office." As he turned around and walked away.
Then everyone got back to work as usual.
Seoul walked to Berlin's office. She opened the door and saw him just sitting on his chair. It looked like he was waiting for her to come.
"Oh, cariño you did come. I thought you wouldn't." Berlin had a big smile.
"And why wouldn't I come to see you?" She walked closer and sat on the table right in front of him.
"Wow, you are really beautiful cariño." He kissed her hand and looked up at her.
"Yeah, I know, and you are muy guapa." She played with his hair and went down for a kiss.
He carefully and slowly unzips her jumpsuit and lowered it and broke the kiss. "Now, let me see how your arm is doing." He was teasing her.
"I don't find you funny." She rolled her eyes.
While Berlin was checking her arm, Tokyo stormed into the office.
"Guys, something happened, it's serious." Tokyo said.
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How to steal billions - Money Heist
FanficIvana Irene Santos is a 27 year old, who had a horrible past. Knowing her whole life will change by committing her first crime. The biggest heist in Spain to help her family. Along the way she will meet this gentleman.