It was October 18th 2011, we were heading to the first part of my master plan. Chains was behind the wheel, Dallas was on the passenger seat and Wolf and I were in the back. Dallas could stop repeating the plan, while Wolf was preparing the drills.
We had leave our home a few minutes ago. I mean not my home, not Dallas', not Wolf's, Chains' : our home. Chains was driving as slow and calm as possible to no get any attention. Chains parked the truck on the alley next to THE Harvest and Trustee Bank, the only bank, the Benevolent Bank. I stated the plan one last time :
"First we need to go through the grid, Chains will just ask "politely" a manager to open it. When we'll face the chest and it's your time to shine Wolf. Set the drill and start ASAP. While your doing that, Chains will prepare our medic kit. Until the chest is open, have fun : Compact 5, AMCAR-4, M308 or AK, take your favorite. Then when chest will be open, we put in bags and get out with the explosives then in the van. Everything is clear ?"
All rest of the team noded. Dallas, Wolf and I got out of the van with all the gear. Chains and the van left. And went back 15 minutes after. And now we were facing the biggest hit we ever had.
