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A GROUP OF TEN PEOPLE THAT RANGED FROM A VARIETY OF CRIMINAL BACKGROUNDS, SAT IN A MAKESHIFT CLASSROOM IN AN ESTATE IN TOLEDO. They all waited in anticipation, sat in columns of five, watching as the man who recruited them all, the Professor, wrote on the chalkboard. Everyone sat in silence, listening as the piece of chalk shrieked against the harsh surface. The youngest of the group, a blonde girl, kept anxiously moving around in her seat, unable to sit still. Luckily, she was in the very back, and no one had taken notice of it. Except for the arrogant-looking boy beside her. He kept casting her glances, which she simply brushed off.
"Welcome." The Professor started, turning towards them. "I welcome you..." He began walking around the front of the room, struggling to maintain eye contact with the group. It was blatantly obvious that he was a bit socially awkward. "And I thank you for agreeing to this... job offer." A nervous chuckle slipped past his lips, making one of the other men let out a laugh. It was definitely an odd one. "We'll live here. Away from the maddening crowd. For five months, we're going to study how we're going to pull off this heist."
"What do you mean 'five months,' huh?" The oldest man of the group questioned from the front of the room. "Are you crazy?"
The Professor raised his hand up, taking a seat on a table. "Look... people spend years at school, to earn a salary, which even in the best scenario, is a shitty one." He began to explain, using his hands to make gestures. "What's five months?" The young blonde girl could admit that he had a good point. Five months was nothing compared to numerous years of college, just to earn a salary that would not even compare to the heist's takeaway. "I've been thinking about this for much longer. So I don't have to work ever again. Nor will you. Or your children." He paused, letting the group ponder his words for a moment.
"All right." He stood up from the table, walking back over to the chalkboard that was behind him. "Currently, you don't know each other. And I want to keep it that way. I don't want names or personal questions. And, obviously, no personal relations." He informed them of the most important rules, not yet knowing that every single one of them would be broken. At first thought, she liked that idea. It kept them from growing attachments to people they wouldn't see ever again. Also, mixing emotions with a heist wasn't a good idea. "I want each of you to pick a name. Something simple. Could be numbers, planets, cities..." He started listing off, until he was cut off by one of the group members.
"Like, Mister Seventeen and Miss Twenty-Three?" The young man questioned, twisting around a pencil in his hands. She fought off the amusement that threatened to show on her face, and simply shook her head at his words.
"We're off on a bad start, I can't even remember my phone number." The older man from earlier added his input.
"That's why I tell you." The guy behind him teased, shoving his shoulder lightly with a laugh. By the way they interacted, the young girl could tell they were related, most likely father and son.
