Payday 2: The Screw-Up

Cable Ties and Green Paper.

"Everyone, on the ground!" Dallas screamed at the harmless civilians. At first they were just startled, but then Dallas shot a few shots in the air and they got the message. Hoxton and Chains took care of accounting, Dallas and I in the main area. A few tried to run, but Wolf stood in front them, blocking the way. "Try me." He stated and put a gun to their heads. Needless to say, they got to the ground pretty quick.
"Remember to take their phones. I'll go place the drill." I said and went to the Vault. It was beside the records room. I threw down the duffel bag over my shoulder and unravelled the drill from it. "Hoxton! I need a hand setting it up!" I yelled out and he came to my aid.
"Cmon, we practiced this. Put it up against the door, the bit goes under here." He did it for me and sighed. "You've got a lot to learn, kid. Thought after 2 years you've figured it out." He patted me on the back and went back to taking care of the hostages. I turned on the drill and check how long it will take. "Drill says it'll take 6 minutes. It's also, cheaply imported, expect some issues." I yelled out to the crew.
"Tell you what, the real ones stealing cash are the Chinese." Chains muttered and Dallas laughed.
*A few moments later.*
After fixing the drill twice in 3 minutes, I hear the sound of thuds and thumping and talking in the records room. "Guards have woken up, guys" I told the fellas and banged on the wall
"Hey, shut up!" I yelled at them. The last thing we needed was for the guards to conspire against us.
After a few short moments I woke up to the fact we hadn't checked behind the till where people were walking.
I walked in there and found 2 grand in cash. "My lucky day..." I muttered to myself and put the money in my pockets. We had a pact between us. Unless it's vault money, whatever money you find you may keep.
Our earpieces picked up and we heard Kev's voice, "Uh, guys? You stripped everyone of their phones, right?" He stammered over the piece.
"Yeah, they're all on the ground at my feet." Dallas told him, kicking one of them to somehow prove his point.
"Then can you please explain to me why half a dozen cop cars are headed for the bank?"
"B-but that's impossible!" I stuttered "We took phones from everyone and we've been monitoring them! He only ones we didn't monitor were..."
I turn to the records room.
"Bloody bastards."