The League [Phan AU]

Chapter 7

The day had finally arrived. It brought a tense air to the Hideout, and a lot of people. Highly skilled assassins, robbers, and psychopaths. It was like the Olympics for crime.
Phil stayed close to Dan's side the entire time, like a child afraid to leave his parent's side. Dan knew how afraid Phil was of everything crime related. It was one of the hundred things that were his dad's fault.
Phil never talked about it, but Dan never wanted to forget it. Their first mission was everything to Dan. He had been training since he was eight, and after six years it was all paying off.
Dan pleaded with his father not to make Phil go. He had only been training for three years and was still nervous when it came to many things. But he stayed persistent, and Dan couldn't do anything about it.
So Phil went on his first mission. He was holding a gun longer than his arm and heavier than he and Dan combined. Or at least one that felt that heavy to his thin and clumsy arms. He stuck by Dan, like he always did. But nothing could stop what happened, not even the strong and brave Dan Howell.
The two were hunkered behind a wall of crates for cover, bowing their heads as an enemy fired rounds off at them.
"Dan!" Phil cried amidst the gunfire. "Dan, I wanna go home!"
"It's okay Phil," Dan yelled back, crawling closer to his best friend. He placed his hand on Phil's knee. "I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise."
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Sitting in the back of the truck, thinking back to it all, Dan remembered his promise. He had kept it, he knew that, but there were endless possibilities when in their line of work.
Either of them could get injured, that was very likely. They could get captured by anyone. Or the worst scenario... Phil could die. It broke Dan's heart to think about it. If there was anything that would make him insane it would be the death of his lover.
"Dan, you alright?" Phil's melodic voice asked. Dan looked up at him, taking in every inch of his face.
"Yeah, just pre-mission jitters," Dan shrugged.
"Even the best of us get nervous," Phil nodded in agreement.
"Let's get moving!" Tyler shouted, running toward the truck.
Dan and Phil sat down and strapped themselves into their seats. Tyler, who was assigned as the driver, stepped on the gas pedal and in seconds the truck was lurching forward.
The plan was to drive to the back door of the bank, where Dan, Phil, Caspar, Joe, and Troye would go inside. They would all be equipped with a duffle bag and a gun.
No one could see where they were, but they could feel the truck moving with each bounce and turn. They could hear the buses squeaky breaks every time Tyler stopped at a red light.
When they felt the truck stop and not move again, the group stood and exited the vehicle. With the doors open they loaded their guns. Dan glanced at his League mandated watch to see they were just on time. The other groups would be at the same step of their missions.
Dan touched his earpiece, making sure it worked. "Tyler, can you hear me?" he said.
"Loud and clear," Tyler answered. "I've shut down all security cameras and the alarm system. Nothing should be triggered when you unlock the door."
Once every gun was loaded they each pulled their masks over their heads and went to the door. Phil placed a small disc-like device right underneath the doorknob. He pressed an unseen button and backed up. The team watched the device beep a few times before the door blew off its hinges.
"No alarms triggered," Tyler said in Dan's ear. "You're good to go in."
The team walked through the small amount of the smoke and into the bank. The flashlights attached to their guns lit up the dark building.
Dan was at the front of the line. He had memorized the map of the bank, even though Tyler could have navigated them from outside. Dan checked off each checkpoint as he led his team to the vaults.
First they proceed down a long hallway, which took them to the staff room and a small office. The hallway opened up to a lobby-like room consisting of a few doors. One led to the main lobby of the bank, where customers would come and go from during the day. Another was to where employees would sit and help their customers. The last one led to a staircase, leading to their target.
Dan led them to it, descending the stairs and letting Phil take care of the next door in front of them.
"We're unlocking the access door now," Dan relayed to Tyler.
"Gotcha," he replied. "No alarms, keep going. You've got twenty minutes."
The team went into the hallway with tons of separate vault rooms. Most of them were those personal boxes where secrets tended to be hidden in those cliché mystery movies.
The room they were heading for was the vault where the paper money was kept. When they reached the door Phil knelt down in front of it, placing the same kind of device on it that he used on the first door.
The door was opened and within seconds the team jogged inside, grabbing money and stuffing it in their bags.
"No alarms, fifteen minutes," Tyler said.
Dan joined the others once he received Tyler's confirmation. He rushed around the room, shoving handfuls of paper bills into his bag. "Ten minutes."
Dan told the team to start finishing up. He zipped up his bag, which was almost filled up completely. "Five minutes."
Dan shouted for them to start going. They followed the path they had taken on their way in, and soon they were back in the alley with the truck. The moonlight was dim, but the change of light was enough to hurt their eyes for a second. They quickly hopped back into the truck, Dan telling Tyler to step on the gas through his earpiece.