Before you even walked into the same neighborhood as the bank you planned on visiting that day, you muttered the word, 'timeless' under your breath. Then you took your car, the one you kept parked unless it's for these types of occasions, over to the bank, and stopped in the middle of the road. You smirked to yourself when you noticed the door was in the middle of being held open for someone, so you slipped inside, and tipped your nonexistent hat to the doorman.
You rubbed your hands together excitedly, peering around like a kid in a candy shop, and then headed straight for the tellers. They didn't keep much in their drawers, but on the right days, you could easily pick up almost a hundred grand in total. And you've been keeping tabs on the wealthy who frequent this bank to know exactly when they come in to deposit large sums or transfers that you can reroute undetected to your account with some information you find on the computers.
You brought an empty duffel, like you always did just in case, and clapped happily, jumping a bit, when you noticed the vault door hadn't been closed yet.
You quickly strolled over and went inside, noticing there were gold bars and safety deposit boxes waiting to be robbed.
"Must be my lucky day." You chuckled to yourself, weighing your duffel down heavily before bringing it back out to your car.
You took another empty duffel from the trunk, you kept a handful of them back there just in case, and then went back inside. You knew it was risky to rob a bank so brazenly in broad daylight, alerting them immediately of the amounts you had taken when you usually make it almost undetectable, but you had your eye on something a little more costly and you weren't going to pass it up over precaution.
After loading up your trunk, you drove back to your townhouse and dragged the heavy duffel bags, tearing a couple in the process, inside. Then you stood in almost the exact same spot when you had muttered the key word outside your door on top of the stoop.
"Resume." You spoke out loud with a satisfied smile and then spun towards your door before heading inside.
You eyed the bags on your dining room table with a spark in your eye and started digging in almost immediately. Your own bank account, located on an island with less restraints, was now refreshed and you had about half a million dollars right in front of you.
"Time for a mini vacation." You sighed with a laugh and then went on your phone to book a plane ticket out of habit along with a nice hotel for a week, just until everything cooled down.
But when you opened your phone, you noticed a text message from an unknown number that gave you pause.
Mystery Scavenger Hunt. Tonight. 8pm. Central Park West.
It's not the first time an unrecognizable number has texted you, your friends were constantly getting new phones and changing their numbers to fend off stalkers or the media, usually those went hand in hand, but this was different. They usually signed their name at the end or just wrote it in a different way without so many punctuations.
But you were a sucker for a good nighttime scavenger hunt, last time you met Jake Gyllenhaal drunkenly singing his rendition of the Friends theme song and you made out with Audrey Plaza, so this was bound to be just as interesting.
You didn't bother replying, just decided to book your vacation a bit later and hope for the best. You brought the bags down to the basement and into your safe, locking it up tight with a facial recognition and fingerprint keypad, along with an eight-digit code and password.
You were rightfully paranoid.
You jogged back up the stairs and bolted the door shut before letting out a sigh of relief. You wouldn't need to replenish your stash for a good long while and with how that bank was about to lose its freaking mind, you knew the others would tighten their security at least.
Not that it really mattered with your methods, but you definitely wouldn't see an opened vault for a really long time.
You always donate some of your money to veterans recovering from trauma and PTSD, you had a friend who worked in that area, but then he got involved with the people you needed to stay far away from, so you slowly stopped showing up. The donations consistently went to him every month, but the two of you haven't spoken in a long time.
The eight closest friends you have, and friends is a loose term since you're all very fake to each other, consists of a bunch of over privileged assholes. But you do have the most fun with them and you need to keep yourself known with the right people because not only does that bring access, but insight into how it all runs.
It was all very confusing with stocks and banks crashing and blah, blah, blah, in the beginning, but once that first pay off happened, it became like a rush. Pairing it all with another one of your gifts and you could essentially alter the future or play it for your benefit.
You used to bet on sports games and gamble your heart out in Vegas, but they kept accusing you of cheating, so you moved on. The betting also got a bit boring and repetitive, so that wasn't a great loss either.
After you distanced yourself from your friend at the veterans' center, you slowly realized he was the only genuine friend you truly had. He never judged you or asked prying questions, the two of you just talked about his work and had a laugh. It was the most carefree interaction you've had with someone in a while because being so fake with everyone was stressful in the beginning, but now it just feels like a job.
You changed into a dark green dress, some black pumps, and threw on your sunglasses before going back out. You immediately headed over to SoHo, planning to burn through some of the money you had just come into, but after that, you were going to make a much bigger purchase in a different part of the city.
Because purchasing plane tickets was getting tedious, so why not just buy your very own private plane?
You're kind of mad you didn't think about this years ago, but better late than never.
