𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐡 ᵖʳᵒᶠ ˢᵉʳᵍⁱᵒ ᵐᵃʳᵠᵘⁱⁿᵃ

02

DAY OF THE HEIST

Friday, 8:35 A.M.

Seven people sat in the back of a little vehicle, all in red canvas suits with hoods. Over their faces were masks.

"Who decided on these?" Rio spoke up, directing to the mask in his hands. "What's wrong with the masks?" "They're not scary. In every movie, the robbers wear scary masks. Zombies, skeletons, maybe even the Grim Reaper-"

Suddenly the man in front of him, Berlin, pointed a gun at the boy's head. "I assure you a psychopath with a gun is scarier than a skeleton."

"That's enough." Moscow said.

Denver turned to his father. "Who's this guy supposed to be?"

"Dalí. He was a Spanish painter. A very good one." "A painter." "Yeah." "A painter who, like, paints." "Yeah." Denver scoffed. "You know what's really fucking scary? Some cartoons for kids. Those are scary."

Berlin took his mask off. "What cartoons?" "Goofy, Pluto, Mickey Mouse, all of those guys."

Moscow rolled his eyes at his son's answer while Rio turned to the boy. "A mouse with big ears is scarier. That's what you're saying?" "Yes. Want to get kicked in the nuts?"

"Hey." "They're scary. Listen to me. If some bastard with a gun comes in some place with a Mickey Mouse mask on, people will think he's a psycho. He wants to massacre everyone. Know why? Because weapons and children are two things you should never put together. Yes or no?"

"If you look at it that way, it's more dangerous, right? It's more twisted." Moscow talked and turned to Berlin. "Then a Jesus mask would be terrifying. He's more innocent." "Like that saying, 'Better to have two guns than a crucifix-" "Like a Saint with two guns." Rio ended Moscow's speech. "Who cares?"

Soon the car stopped and Moscow climbed out, closing the doors behind him.

The car continued its way until they all stepped out by an abandoned building, where tons of weapons and things for the heist waited for them.

Everything they had planned was about to start.

~~~

STATE HIGHWAY E-80

9:25 A.M.

The Professor knew there was only one way  to enter the Royal Mint with three tons of explosives. It had to be in the truck that entered every week with new rolls of currency paper ready to print. So that's what they were going to do. They'd get all the way in, escorted by the National Police.

In Spain, anything that has a double escort means it's heavily guarded. But if you inhibit any radio or phone communication from happening, and you get some 20-years-old kids to aim assault rifles at cops, it doesn't matter how well-armed they are, they'll feel just like any of them.

Scared shitless.

 Courage and heroism come with a price, and it's higher than the 1,600 euros a month made by a guy in a uniform... or a truck driver.

If those men had their daughter inside the back of the truck, they never would have opened it. But who cares about some rolls of watermarked paper?

~~~

"Our little lamb just entered."

Tokyo's voice echoed over the comms, causing Edinburgh to turn to the professor, who sat next to her. He nodded. 

Offside from the Mint, Edinburgh and the Professor sat in an old building by a little desk, monitoring everything. In front of them were multiple screens and laptops displayed, the two of them wearing headsets while controlling the heist from outside.

"Perfect. Berlin, your turn."

ROYAL MINT

10:16 A.M.

"And here, this staircase before us was built with marble and-"

"Don't move!" Before anyone could even realize what was happening, multiple men with red suits and Dalí masks over their faces stormed into the museum with guns in their hands. Screaming filled the room while everyone tried to run away, but it was useless.

"Nobody move! Come one! Move back!"

"Professor, we have a problem!"

The sound of Tokyo's voice caused the man to snap out of his rapid walking around the room. Edinburgh continued hacking the cameras from outside, making it look like everything was normal with records from the day before.

"I can't find the lamb. She's not here, fuck!"

The Professor turned around to the board behind him, where multiple pictures and plans were listed. "Okay then, miss Parker, where are you hiding?"

Atlas hacked into the cameras, setting it so, that she would be the only one who could see the live videos. Her fingers flowed over the keyboard like she played a play from Mozart, just on the computer. Her messy hair was tied back into a ponytail. She hadn't slept for days, apart from some little rest breaks, which were less than two hours. She had dark eye bags and it was clear that she was working hard, and the Professor appreciated this. He made the right choice by taking her into the plan.

"Tokyo, check the restrooms. She went there with a boy from her class." Edinburgh informed the woman on the other side, her leg shaking rapidly. This was stressing as hell.

"Got it, thanks, Edin."

A tender hand on her shoulder caused Atlas to snap out of her thoughts and stop her quick movements. She turned to the Professor, who stood behind her and slowly sat down on the chair next to her with a soft smile on his face.

He took her hands into his, leaned back, closing his eyes and keeping his breath steady, her copying his steps. This was a way the two would calm each other down, keeping themselves from breaking down from all the stress.

They opened their eyes again, looking at each other before nodding. 

"Plan Monaco?"

"Plan Monaco."