Atlas Montes, probably the best female hacker and pickpocket of Spain, just wanted to rob a store with her brother. He would go in while she sits in a café opposite the street and hacks the security system and cameras. It always went like this, go i...
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Soon time passed, and their plan continued. Inside the mint, they had taken all hostage and collected their phones.
"Berlin, prepare to open the doors."
The Professor turned to Atlas, who was watching over the cameras while the red-clothed people opened the front door of the building with large bags in their hands.
He got with the help of her into the police radio to listen to their communication and signals.
"We have a 10-33 at the Royal Mint."
"Z-24, on our way. We'll be there in two minutes."
The voices flowed through their ears over their headphones. Edinburgh turned to him, then nodded and he started the timer. "Two minutes."
"One minute and 40 seconds."
The whole situation reminded her of the accident five months ago with her brother. She had gotten used to him being dead, just like herself. No official criminal reports, no arrests, no identity.
"Z-24 to Central, we're 30 seconds away."
"Thirty seconds." The professor fixed his glasses with his shaky hand, Edinburgh knowing he was stressed. She slowly moved her hand to him to calm him in any way, but took it back, thinking it was a bad idea. No personal relationships .
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"Listen, it's imperative that the police have absolutely no idea what we're doing. We want them to think this is just a heist. That they caught us as we were leaving with the money, that we took out our guns to defend ourselves , and that we had no other choice but to retreat." Everyone stood in a circle around the miniature building in the classroom, Atlas opposite from the professor and next to her Tokyo and Helsinki.
"And then, without hurting anyone... we go back inside. Let them think, that we're cornered. Let them think that we're improvising."
Go out, throw the money down, fire toward the ground and go back inside. They'd heard that more than 30 times. But what the professor didn't tell them is that they'd also fire back.
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EIGHT HOURS INTO THE HEIST
FRIDAY
6:25 PM
"What are you wearing?"
"What, what are you wearing?"
Atlas raised a brow at the black-haired man standing in front of the mirror, fixing the collar of his shirt.
"What are you wearing?"
A cellphone ringing broke him out of his thoughts. He turned to her, who still sat at the table and worked hard, before walking over. The man waited for her sign before he picked it up.
