Miss Tyson

Chapter 4

We walked towards the garage and drove to a deserted building where we made it into our own little secret place. Avoiding being detected at all costs, the three of us made a tunnel underneath it a long time ago. Fifteen minutes later we arrived to the end of the tunnel and switched from my car into the parked tainted van and drove off.

Our destination was towards the "Bank of San Diego". They say it has a gold vault worth one billion dollars occupying incredible security. It has never been robbed nor near to getting broken in. But that was said in "Desmond" the jewelry store and yet the largest crystal diamond was stolen a couple of days ago by me. So Logan, Brandy, and I have decided to make sure if what was said about the bank was true or not.

"So Dee, how's it going with your mom?" I asked. I noticed her body stiffen, and I instantly knew the answer wasn't going to be good.

"She's holding on. She was able to recognize me last night after I showed her the fifth album. It comes and goes from her mind about who I am. Last night she thought I was the pizza delivery girl, and she didn't even order pizza." Brandy replied.

"That sounds like progress to me. She stopped getting out of the house alone with no shoes on at least."

"Yeah, it does sound that she seems better. I just hate to think about it. Better or worse, the result is inevitable."

I found her sad emerald eyes staring at the window. I caught a glimpse of her teary-eyes turning red and I knew she was fighting battles of antagonistic thoughts in her mind. Ever since her mom was going through the symptoms of Alzheimer, Brandy has gone restless. She knew it wasn't in the hands of her mom to just forget her birthday, her name, and forget her altogether sometimes, but each time it happens her heart sinks. Each time she tries a different approach to remind her,and so far it's working-most of the time at least. Trying to take her mind off it I said:"Just like the result of our heist!I'm gonna let you handle breaching the security this time, how does that sound?"

"Finally I get to do something nonviolent for once. I'm glad Logan won't have to do the fun part like always." She said smiling softly.

"We need to park here so the van wouldn't be caught." Logan said as he parked next to a closed shoe shop. He turned around and held Brandy's hand drawing circles around it. He got near her face and kissed her forehead. "I do the fun part because I'm the most talented reliable hacker who won't accidentally give a warning to every security guard, employee and owner of the bank we're robbing." Logan said knowing Brandy will be too busy kicking his ass instead of thinking about her mom.

After their endless banter, Brandy finally took my computer and turned off the alarm system. Once she was done, she fabricated the security cameras only getting her to see what they film. Lastly, she shut down the electrical doors' system so there wouldn't be any doors locked. We agreed that Brandy would stay in the van, while Logan takes care of the guards and I would find the vault.

I gave Logan my binoculars so he could take note of the guards' positions and I put on my night vision goggles. There were three mean looking guards on the roof, four bulked up guards at the entrance, and god knows how much inside. I was going through the vent of course. Although I'm like 5'6 inches tall I'd still look like a Barbie doll if I stand next to those guys.

"See you on the other side my friend." I tell Logan waving at him dramatically.

"Just go you drama queen." He replied. Good to know I'm amazingly loved by my best friend.

I crouch inside the vent and I begin crawling. I tried my best not to get distracted by my fresh manicured nails. God they're so perfect. Who doesn't like pastel colors? I can't even begin to describe how they help with my anger problem. What?

I recited the way to the vault just the way I memorized from the blue prints. The rush I felt was growing greatly with every step I took knowing how close I was getting to the vault. Once I reached the place where the vault was in, I looked down and counted the guards under me. I counted six of them from where I stood, so I grabbed my gun getting ready to entertain you readers since y'all are a fucked up generation obsessed with violence. What?

I shot at the nails shutting the bars tight under me and I jump attacked two guards knocking their skulls together. "Hey there! How's it going? I must say you all look ravishing tonight." I say as I pick up one of the bars that fell down and I smash it on three of the guards. "But you're kind of in my way and my partner didn't get here yet so excuse my manners." I continue and I thrash a guard in his stomach, pushing him towards another guard who was running in my direction.

I strike another guard who punched me with the frame of my gun when I feel an arm wrapped around my waist forcefully. My elbow subconsciously made impact with his nose and my arm bashed him repeatedly. "From where I stood you guys were supposed to be six, not that I mind more joining the party." I said breathless.

My hair was messy and my knuckles were red but my triumphant smile and my still perfect nails made up for it. Adrenaline was running in my veins and my gut was telling me to be quick. Out of breath I reach the sealed shut golden vault and I look at the security lock displaying a four digit code I need to press. I study the panel carefully and I notice the marks left by the thumbs who had pressed it before. I press the numbers and I heard a click where the vault was opened revealing every thief's heaven.

I heard footsteps and I quickly turned around aiming my gun. "Oh, it's just you Mr. Late who made his best friend fight her own battles with her manicured nails. You're lucky they're still perfect." I said rolling my eyes. I turned around and pointed at the vault:"Look!"

"God you're like a kid on sugar rush. I'm sorry but did you have any idea about how many guards were inside? Bill Gates wouldn't have that plenty." He says. I was so distracted with the gold that I didn't notice how disheveled his hair was. I looked at his face and noticed the sweat beaming down his forehead. His face had bruises and blood smeared on his face with his lower lip cut. I observed the rest of his body and I saw his pants ripped and stained with blood. I felt bad for giving him a remark. That must have been a tough battle to win. "Glad Brandy got a first-aid kit." I said crossing my arms.

I stepped inside the vault and I knew that in order to take half of the gold present we were going to need a bigger vehicle, and a way to shift the gold bars from the vault towards the vehicle. I called Brandy and informed her about the need of bringing another vehicle, so she went to come back with a bigger one.

Now, one golden bar equals five hundred six thousand four hundred dollars. If we manage to take a thousand golden bars, we could make five hundred million dollars. We only needed as much anyway. As I start to think about the zeros I find Logan already pulling out gold and placing them in a stroller. Each stroller contained two hundred gold bars, so only five strollers were needed.

   Twenty five minutes later Brandy came in to help us carry the strollers out to the truck she got from our deserted building. Once everything was put in place, we headed back to the building where we put them in our own vault which it now officially contains gold worth a billion dollars.

"We definitely deserve pizza after this." I said exhausted, I lied down on the sofa taking a breath, then I remembered Logan's wounds. I got up and looked for a towel then soaked it with water, wiping it all over Logan's face to get rid of the dirt and blood. Brandy was sitting on the other sofa making sure none of the security cameras on the street recorded any of that, then put the laptop down taking out the first-aid from the closet. She started rubbing Logan's wounds with alcohol gently. No matter how gently she tried to rub, Logan couldn't help but flinch and wince. He was hurt badly. I got up and poured myself some lemonade.

"God Shay you're weird. Who the hell drinks lemonade after a heist? Hand me the alcohol." Brandy said still taking care of Logan.

"I didn't want to drink tonight. My night isn't over yet." I say taking off my suit and wearing the clothes I brought with me. I wore a tight long sleeved short dress and I fixed my hair. I looked at my face and noticed little bruises. "Nothing concealer won't be able to fix!" I thought. Once I was done getting ready Ryker called, asking when would I like to be picked up. I smiled, even though I just made more than a million dollars, the thought of going out with him tonight made me actually feel like a million bucks. So I told him to pick me up in an hour.