𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐡 ᵖʳᵒᶠ ˢᵉʳᵍⁱᵒ ᵐᵃʳᵠᵘⁱⁿᵃ

01

→Easy Rider by J. Christ now playing

"I'm here because I want to help you. I have a business proposal. A heist. A heist that's... unique."

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"Welcome everyone."

The professor stood at the front of the 'class', writing welcome on the chalkboard. There were a total of nine people in front of him, sitting on school chairs.

"And, I want to thank all of you for accepting this job offer." A laugh from the front could be heard, who quickly revealed to be a man, maybe in his late 20s or early 30s. He sat in the second row, in front of him another man that looked similar to him. Probably his father.

"We'll live here. Away from the worldly noise." The professor stammered, leaning against the front desk. "Five months we'll spend studying how to pull off this heist."

"What do you mean 'five months'?" The man in the front called in. "Are you crazy or what?"

"Look, people spend years just studying, to earn a salary, which even in the best-case scenario, is just a salary, a shitty salary." His words caused Atlas to smile, but no one noticed, due to her sitting in the last seat at the back. "I've been thinking about this... for much longer. So I don't need to work ever again. And neither will you. And neither will your children."

There was silence for a while after the professor's words, before he stood up and walked around the table to the chalkboard again. "Great. Currently, you don't know each other. And I want to keep it like that. Nobody should use their names, or ask personal questions. And obviously, relationships are forbidden. I'd like each of you to pick a name. Something simple. It could be numbers, planets, cities-"

"So, Lord 17 and Lady 23?" The man in the second row spoke up. "We already have a problem, I can't even remember my phone number." The other man in front of him said. "You can't even use one."

"So, planets? I'll be Mars, he's Uranus." A young boy from behind the two now said. He had his hood over his head and Atlas thought for a second he was seventeen.

"I'm not Uranus, so forget it." "What's wrong with Uranus?" "It's an asshole." 

"We'll use cities. Use cities." The professor spoke in, clearing the forming argument. "It's cities. Agreed then." "Great."

The woman at the front with short, brown hair and bangs called herself Tokyo. Later Atlas would form a complicated, yet understanding friendship with her, but not quite yet.

The one behind her is Berlin. A wanted man all over the world. Twenty-seven heists. Jewelry stores, auction houses, and armored vehicles. His biggest score: Les Champs-Élysées in Paris, 434 diamonds. He's like a shark in a swimming pool. You can swim with him, but you're always nervous. He was in charge of the heist.

At the front on the left, that's Moscow. The first thing he dug was a mine in Asturias. Later, he figured out that he'd make more money by digging upwards. Six fur shops, three watch shops, and the Rural Credit Union of Avilés. He is an expert with any industrial tool.

The one behind Moscow's Denver. Soon revealed to be his son like Atlas assumed. Drugs, busted teeth, broken ribs. He's the king of bar fights. Pure, hot-blooded. A ticking time bomb perfect for a heist.

Behind him, the young boy, Rio. He's the Mozart of Computers. He's been coding since he was six and knows everything about alarms and electronics. As for everything else, it's as if he was born yesterday.

The woman behind him, Nairobi. A hardened optimist. She's been counterfeiting bank notes since she was 13. Now she's their quality control manager. She may be crazy, but she's a lot of fun.

The last ones are the twins, Helsinki and Oslo. Even the most sophisticated plan needs soldiers, and what's better than two Serbs? Helsinki is a golden retriever hidden behind a long beard. And Oslo is.. well, he's Oslo.
Maybe they can think. But, frankly, they'll never know.

And then there's Atlas, in the last row. Got her first and only notice at the age of 12. Her name, Edinburgh.

"Realize that the news will be talking about us every day. And every family in this country will be wondering, 'what are they doing?' What else will they be thinking? 'Those motherfuckers. I wish I'd thought of that first.'"

The Professor, no criminal record, no registration. Hasn't renewed his ID since he was 19. For all intents and purposes, a ghost. But a very intelligent ghost.

"We're not stealing their money. It is not theirs. And for that reason alone, they're gonna like us. And that's vital. It is vital that we have positive support from the public." He looked around for a second, fixing his glasses, which Edinburgh noticed he would do often, before continuing. "We'll be seen as fucking heroes in this country. But be very careful, because the second any blood is shed, and this is very important, if there is a single victim, we'll stop being Robin Hoods and we're simply going to become a bunch of sons of bitches."

"Professor." Tokyo raised her arm. He stopped in front of her. "Yes, Miss Tokyo."

"What are we robbing?"

He seemed like he had waited for that question. A slight smile formed on his face he pointed to the back, where a little miniature house of paper or something like that stood.

"The Royal Mint of Spain."