Inglorious Impostor Presents: The Astonisher's Return

Heist (3)

One year later... "Wow. I am currently at a loss of words right now due to the major loss in bodily fluids; I'm internally dehydrated. Alright, a year has passed by, thus giving us more than enough time to bring ourselves back to our feet and feel fully rejuvenated. Cinnamon, I'm giving you the task to call in about 2 other guys, 'cause we'll need it. I have a layout room with everything we need to start planning. Let's go there.", directed Rob. "[smacks bum] Let's engage real quick, hit the hot tub, and pool of cash.", offered Cinnamon. "Why not?", heartily laughed Rob.

"Okay [clapped/cracked his hands together], you 2, the recently hired antisocial ones who supposedly can get this done effectively, one person goes onto the roof to install these gas packs that your's truly designed. Attach the packs, at least 3 into the ventilation systems while the other guy, don't care who, checks if everyone inside the bank is passed out by using the provided laptop whilst hacking the alarm system and hopefully giving the rest of us (we'll quickly regroup within the store), ample time to smash into each and every case of jewelry. At the end, we escape in a black van, and drive off into the sunset like nothing every happened BEFORE the fuzz arrive, it all depends on the hacker though. We will be using gas masks and tactical equipment, so use it to the fullest. In and out is key people. Alright, does that sound like a plan? It should, 'cause I don't hear any other proposed plans at the moment. Now, I'll drive us to the bank in a modded or trashed vehicle, and drop the people who've been cursed with the Cruciatus Curse off which will then begin my carefully construed plan that shouldn't be crapped on by a bunch of low-life's, while me and Cinnamon inconspicuously wait in the parking lot, possible engage whilst communicating with you through a radio frequency along the way, checking if the coast is clear. It may not come as a surprise to you if you hear heavy breathing in the frequency because like I said, I'm, quote, engaging. Let's get to it people! Chop, chop! In regards to what you're going to be wearing ( all thanks to U!), you will be dressing like minimalists (for you nimrods that don't know what that means, it's a person who advocates for minor political change in a government). In other words, black suit, jackets open and revealing a black tie and white tucked-in shirt. We're not gonna like dopeheads, alright? It's like the first day of school, only it's a much more refined and adulterated version of it.", lengthily instructed Rob, sighing.

The heist crew entered a dark van and daringly drove off to the jewel store. "We're here. The two of you, either get to the roof or start hacking the alarm system. Go, go, go!", whispered Rob as he dropped two of the antisocials off. "U, we're going to wait in the parking lot and check in with them to see if everything is going according to plan.", said Rob.

The first guy installed toxic/sleep-induced gas within the ventilation systems, his job was done. The second guy notified the others that the coast was clear to enter and that they'll have approximately 6-7 minutes to stuff as many jewels into their bags as possible and that all security cameras were disabled. It was a lot of multitasking but that's what his percentage cut is going to owe him later on.

Rob handed each person a rifle to smash with and the crew put on their gas masks upon entering the store. "Nice timing! Okay, time to take as much as you can!", said Rob. The crew smashed through every single case until their bags were full. "Good job, people! Good job! Now let's bust the joint and head back to the van. It's only a matter of two minutes prior to the Feds crawling around the vicinity. I'd advise you to use this time wisely and go!", said Rob. They entered the van until Rob saw an innocent civilian and quickly said "Hey pal! You better not be looking at us 'cause you make a thousand mistakes every day. We're not all perfect, you know.", quickly said Rob as he walked over to the witness in an arrogant manner. "I wasn't looking at you, I swear! Get away from me!", yelled the man, calling for help that wasn't nearby. "If I get away from you, how can I be sure that you won't squeal to those people you call protectors?", maniacally said Rob. He then blinded the man by spraying mace into his eyes and stuffed a leftover gas pack into his mouth, and drove off into the red sunset, as the pack started to leak toxic fumes and slowly caused the death of an innocent man.