Hitmen or Hitwomen?

- Chapter 7 -

— Now almost afternoon, neither Sar nor Wen had done anything meaningful, that is, being involved in criminal activities. Sar marched to the living room where Wen was relaxing on the couch, with a video playing in the background on the TV. —

The living room itself was, as Sar put it, 'exceptionally character-filled';
the leather couch was a bit worn out, a coffee table in front of the couch with an empty mug and a book about Ancient Greece stood out. There was also a map on one of the walls, locations marked on it. And not to forget a corkboard with photos and notes from their mission, with red strings connecting each point. The second-hand TV, which might've been stolen, was definitely a piece of character. A warm but dim light was cast from a floor lamp.
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The entryway was quite secure, yet, not to the point of overtly imposing. Still, they had a camera and several locks.
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And there was a balcony as well, although small, but it was just enough to keep an eye out on the streets below. The railing was old and creaky, having been through a lot.
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"Wen, stop lazing around." Sar asserted, standing opposite of Wen with crossed arms. "Hmm, let me think.." Wen started, staring at the ceiling, "How about: no." she finished, staring at Sar.

"Bro, you'll never learn what it's like to be productive." said Sar, walking out to the balcony to study political theory.
At the time, Wen was presumably watching Kubz Scouts on the TV. Next in her playlist would be camping videos.

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A majority of the day was already over, and also, the payment for their recent assassination came in earlier than expected.
The rest of the day passed slowly, their to-do list was empty short of a few sarcastic reminders on the fridge such as 'don't forget to pick up ammo'.
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After watching YouTube for the past 2 hours, Wen went out to the balcony where Sar was immersed in a book. "How do you even read that." Wen commented and sat on a folding chair next to Sar. "With my eyes." She replied sarcastically.

"Oh, wow. Well, I was just told that we have to go to a meeting somewhere in Russia." Wen stated, and Sar was interested, she asked: "Really? When is it?" Wen shrugged. "I'm not sure, but we have to take the plane."
"That much is obvious. Where is 'somewhere in Russia'?" Sar questioned since Wen wasn't really giving her much to work with.
"Some city called Rostov-on-Don, or something." She replied as she leaned back in the chair. "I know that city, it's about 12 hours away, by plane." said Sar.

"Yeah. One of the managers from Bratva called me and told me we should be there by, I think, Friday." Wen told her, and was about to go away. "Alright. What's the meeting for then, some kind of robbery?" Sar asked. "Something like that. You should probably already pack your bags and stuff." Wen said as she walked out of the balcony.

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The meeting was all about a multi-organization heist on a vault containing historical artifacts, located in the Hermitage Museum in St. Petersburg, one of the most renowned museums in the world. Sar and Wen would meet up in Rostov-on-Din with other factions such as the Triads to discuss the logistics of the heist.
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Once the meeting would be over with everyone aligned, they'd travel to St. Petersburg via plane, taking around 2 hours. By the time they get there, the heist would start. Suffice to say, this was a big deal.

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[15:00]

The two comrades were packing their suitcases, trying to get in as much important things as possible. Wen was attempting to put as much blankets and snacks as she could while Sar tried getting as many books in to supposedly read the whole flight. As Wen looked at Sar, all she could think was: 'What a dookie.'

Around an hour later, they were done packing; clothes, weapons, many documents, and disguises. Amongst that, various other significant items. Sar and Wen went outside, loading up the car and Sar got in the driver's seat, now Wen was in the passenger seat. Then, they started driving. Destination: Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport.