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WEDNESDAY, 03:35 PM
THE DEATH OF MOSCOW WAS SOMETHING THEY HAD NEVER EXPECTED. Not even for a second. The group was silent as they stood in the loading docks, all mourning the loss of their dead friend. Verona's chest felt heavy, a feeling that hadn't gone away since she noticed the blood seeping through Moscow's jumpsuit. They all stood in front of the wooden caskets of both Moscow and Oslo, the two casualties they had while conducting the heist of the century. Two men that shouldn't have been given the fate that they received. All she felt in that moment was resentment, towards the people who took the lives of her friends. She didn't really agree with vengeance, but that was all she wanted as her eyes stared at the wooden caskets. With the splash of hope left inside her, she hoped that the rest of them would make it out alive.
"Shall we close it?" Berlin questioned, eyes drifted over to Moscow's open casket. The question lingered in the air for a moment, everyone looking towards Denver, the one who lost his father. Verona may have despised her own father, or tried convincing herself of that, but she couldn't imagine the pain of losing a parent. The bond Denver shared with Moscow was special, a bond that should never have been broken so soon.
"Just like that? We should... say a few words or something." Denver finally spoke up, voicing his opinion. The group remained silent, as Denver approached the wooden box that held his dead relative. "Our father who art in Heaven, hallowed by thy name. Thy will be done on Earth, as it is in Heaven."
"Thy kingdom come." Rio corrected. Verona looked at him with narrowed eyes, and smacked him in the back of his head. He simply shrugged his shoulders.
"What?" Denver asked, the pain in his voice evident.
"You skipped a part. After 'hallowed by thy name,' 'thy kingdom come.'" Rio informed him, which only seemed to aggravate Denver.
"What does that matter now?"
"If you're going to pray, do it right." Helsinki voiced his opinion.
"You think God is going to check if you're saying it right?" Denver rhetorically questioned, before turning his attention back to his father's casket. "Give us our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, and deliver us from evil. Amen." The group all did the sign of the cross over their chests. Berlin and Helsinki both slid the casket closed, drilling it in place. Sealing his fate. Verona kissed her fingers, before placing them down onto the coffin, her final goodbye to the most kindhearted man she had ever met.
Verona grabbed a pickaxe, and headed down into the tunnel. Most of it had already been dug out, and they were close to getting to the Professor. She took out all her frustration onto the hard rock that stood in the way of her freedom-- the only thing keeping her going at that point. Desperately wanting to be out of the bank, that had caused more pain and anger than anything else. The adrenaline was pumping through her veins, the weakness in her body pushed to the back of her mind. Her ears perked up to the sound from the other side of the rock, knowing that it was the Serbians and the Professor.
