Berlin's Last Love: A Money Heist Fanfic.

The Resistance.

Many days had passed, and Andrés and I were still on good terms after our chat away from the house. So good in fact, that it felt as if we were on our honeymoon together. We sit around the table gathering for lunch, it turned out Rio had the skill of cooking as well as being an I.T. whizz, and made us paella.

"Why won't the police come in?" Tokyo asks as she stuffs some prawn into her mouth.

"Because we'll lock the front door!" Denver bursts into laughter, and I can't help but smile at him and his childish ways. Tokyo copies his laugh, and I almost collapse on the floor from laughing so hard, we high-five and I take the chair next to her.

"They won't enter because no one in Spain will want them to." Sergio announces and like a waiter, Andrés puts some of the paella on a plate and brings it over to me. He leans down and I whisper a thank you, and he winks back causing me to blush.

"Why, are they going to vote about it?" Nairobi giggles as she sits next to me.

Clearly none of us were taking things seriously, after all, Sergio was treating this like a lesson, and all I wanted was to enjoy my food and relax for 30 minutes. No one laughs at Nairobi's joke, causing her to feel awkward.

Sergio digs up the past talking about some students occupying Spain's most iconic plaza, where over 20,000 people gathered yet the police didn't interfere.

"But that's what happened," Andrés murmurs looking to us all. "They didn't interfere." I can't help but gaze at my partner, he looks so sophisticated today that it hurt. His forest green velvet jacket catches the sunlight every now and then, and his tie is perfectly straight. His hair is ruffled, and I'm desperate to pull at it. I bite my lip containing my thoughts and try to pay attention again.

"But why?" Sergio asks us, and as a group we look round waiting for someone to shout out the answer.

"Because Spain supported those kids." Sergio answers.

"Yeah," Tokyo scoffs. "Except those people had tents and megaphones, and we have pistols and machine guns. It's a little different." She was right after all, we were a lot more threatening then those students back in 2011.

"Politics is politics. Money is money." Helsinki says chewing a slice of bread. "Sangria is Sangria!" Everyone laughs including Andrés and Sergio. "In Serbia, the police would go in for piss!" We laugh again simultaneously. "To amigos!" He toasts and drinks from the jug we were all sharing.

"NO!" We all shout as he tips the drink into his mouth. "That's disgusting!"

"All of us will be a new resistance gathered inside the Mint, just like the resistance at Puerta del Sol. A  resistance that always has support." Sergio grins now. "And believe me, if that doesn't work-"

"No," Nairobi interupts and her eyes are fixed on him but is smirking. "I think the public will love you." He looks at her and blushes as she flirts directly with him. Maybe she was taking my advice about experimenting with older men, and maybe Sergio was the right man for her. I smile, seeing a future between them and how funny it would be if we became sister-in-laws. "No sorry, go on."

"Thanks," Sergio bows to her. "If that doesn't work, the police will know we have assault rifles, they will know we have explosives, and none of them will ever know who the hostages are and who the attackers are. No minster will give the order to enter." He says confidently.

"And why's that?" Nairobi asks as she takes a sip of wine, but does not take her eyes off of Sergio.

"Because of the minors." Of course! The school kids on the visit, they're our minors! I roll my eyes, how did I not realise this?

"Well, I'd like to raise a glass." I say picking up my glass and wait for everyone else to do the same. "To the resistance!"

"The resistance!" We cheerfully shout and all our glasses clink together.

"And to the Professor!" Nairobi adds.

When we all calm down, and start eating again, Rio speaks up: "I have a question Professor, how do we get out?"

Getting out, one of the most important parts of the plan. Of course, Sergio had told me bits of it, so some of it I was already aware of. Denver casually walks over chewing with his mouth open which makes me smile but shake my head at him.

"Through a tunnel." Sergio answers bluntly.

"That's the master plan?" Denver says still chomping. "The police will figure that out within a minute."

"That's true." Moscow admits as he inhales a puff of his cigarette.

Sergio begins moving plates out of his way and takes out a pen from his jacket pocket, Nairobi is more than happy to help and starts moving plates away too.

"Look," He begins to draw on the red checked tablecloth. "This here is a birds eye view of the Royal Mint. When you enter you'll make the hostages start digging right here." He draws. "It's the boiler room, it's exactly 13 metres from the sewage line." I look at Andrés who has two fingers on his lip whilst the rest of his hand supports his chin as he concentrates. I smile happily at him, admiring every little thing he does. He catches my eye, raises his brows quickly then looks at the plan, silently telling me to focus.

"13 metres?" Our mining expert repeats. "At that distance any ground penetrating radar will detect us! Right?" He boldly calls.

"That's right." Sergio agrees, and tells us how that'll work to our advantage. "They'll think we're leaving here." He draws.

"But I take it that we won't be." Moscow says grabbing himself a beer, Sergio just shakes his head slowly.

"No." Sergio whispers, but is juxtaposed by Denver's broken record laugh. "We'll use another tunnel, a tunnel they won't be able to see. Because it's located 26 metres from the nearest sewage line." Moscow leans over Sergio's head to get a better look at the art. "And it already exists, and we will get there through Volt 3, I had the tunnel built 5 years ago." Sergio pokes at his glasses casually. Denver laughs again, everyone but me and Andrés are impressed with the Professor's planning skills. "It'll lead you to a hanger that I have prepared." He says and sees our excited faces, even Andrés looks thrilled now, so I share this moment with them all.

Moscow asks the Professor about the flooring, something only they could discuss but I listen in. "16 centimetres of steel, 80 centimetres of reinforced concrete, and finally dirt. 6 metres and 70 centimetres in total." And let's Moscow process the information.

"How long to dig this hole?" Helsinki asks the Professor, who looks at Moscow for the answer. He pouts his lips as he thinks, then finally:

"10, maybe 12 days."

"That's how long we'll be there." Andrés states as leader, he then smiles wide. "We'll have 200 million euros printed each day!" He says excitedly.

"Two point four billion euros!" Nairobi sings in a upbeat tune and raises her glass again, and the rest of us copy her action. Our glasses clink once more, and we all giggle with pure joy that this really could work. Andrés winks at me, and that's when I know our lives will be complete when this heist has worked and we can live our lives together inseparably.