Bella Ciao // Money Heist

02.

"The little sheep entered the building." Tokyo said in her earpiece.

The girls nodded to each other and headed toward the entrance of the building. In order not to attract too much attention, they pretended to be friends who simply talk among themselves.

The girls were wearing wigs and sunglasses, and London added a little red lipstick to the look.

The girls went inside and waited for the rest to arrive, and finally an incredibly stunning show will begin.

They heard screams and a few shots, and Tokyo immediately nodded to London. The girls took off their wigs and took out their weapons, pointing them at the guards.

The chaos began. People began to run everywhere, but when a M-16 was pointed at them, they immediately stopped moving.

However, everything went perfectly until the first problem appeared:

"Professor! We have a problem! I can't find our sheep!" London said in the earpiece while Tokyo was looking for a young girl among students who had an excursion at the Mint today.

"I do not see her! Fuck!" said Tokyo.

"Listen, go and look for her, and I'll stay with the group." London told her, and Tokyo nodded quickly.

She left, leaving London with their new hostages.

"Firstly." Berlin began, taking off his mask. Alison Parker was found in the toilet with her classmate. "Good morning."

The hostages couldn't see the them, as black masks were put on their eyes. They trembled and cried, holding each other's hands. If not for the heist, London would have been sorry for them. But honestly, she will soon become a millionaire, so now she didn't have time for pity.

"I'm in charge here." Berlin continued, passing the hostages. "And firstly... Accept my apologies."

While Berlin was talking with the hostages, London felt like someone was looking at her. Of course, Denver. He stood directly opposite the girl and smiled at her. The guy didn't look away from her until he noticed her gentle smile. She wanted to hug him as soon as possible.

"Not really a good end to the work week, but now you are our hostages."

Berlin continued to talk with a serious expression, while Denver and London collected phones from the hostages, and Rio wrote their passwords and last names on paper.

When they stood in front of a man, he refused to tell them his phone password.

"Why do you need my password?" The man asked.

Denver and London looked at each other and sighed. They already assumed that this man would be a thorn in their asses and would constantly wrangle with them.

"Tell me the fucking password, or I'll knock it out of you. It's up to you." Denver answered, clenching his jaw. You better not to piss him off, otherwise everyone will see a hot-tempered and too impulsive Denver.

"Password." Repeated London, who, from the anger boiling inside her, already wanted to hit the man in the face. But she should have had patience, because she was responsible for the hostages. She will monitor their condition, both physical and moral.

"One, two, three, four." The man answered, which made them laugh out loud.

"Wow guys, we have a wise guy here." London said sarcastically, speaking to Denver and Rio, who could not stop laughing.

"What an idiot." Denver smiled. "Name."

"Arturo. Arturo Roman."

"Very good, Arturito." Denver said as Rio wrote his name on the phone.

Twenty minutes later, they conducted an analog system to talk with the Professor. Home phone. No earpieces or mobile phones. So that no one could listen to them.

They mined every door, the alarm was still off. No one knew that they had captured the Royal Mint.

And in this calm before the storm, it seemed as if it was an ordinary day.

"Calm down, please." London whispered to the woman, holding her hands.

"Denver, go help Moscow with a safe." Berlin ordered, standing in front of the hostages and watching how the girl tried in vain to arouse trust among poor people.

Denver nodded and, before heading down to the safe, went to London.

"You will come with me." He whispered in her ear, taking her hand.

"But they need me here, Denver," London resisted, but inside she knew that she still couldn't refuse the guy.

"Berlin will look after them." Denver placed his hand around the girl's waist and led her to the safe. Berlin watched the couple with an unkind look and frowned. He already had a hunch that these two could ruin the whole plan.

Smiling and talking about everything, they walked along the dimly lit corridor to the safe where Moscow had already worked. Denver couldn't stop kissing and hugging the girl. He experienced complete happiness from the fact that everything went like clockwork.

"Dad, how are you?" Denver asked, still smiling and pressing London closer to himself. Moscow didn't answer, focusing on a huge iron safe door. A little more and it will open. Suddenly a green light lit up on the wall, and the iron door opened with a load noise.

"Dad, I always knew that you were a handyman!" Denver exclaimed, entering a large, brightly-lit safe. On the floor lay a huge pile of money, which they had to collect in black bags.

But Denver was in no hurry to get down to business. With a loud laugh, he climbed to the top of the stack of money and lay on his back, fidgeting on it like a little child at a holiday.

"Can you imagine how much money is here, dad!? We wouldn't have to think about anything else! It's probably so sweet to sleep here! Imagine what it feels like to fuck here, huh, London?" Denver smiled, pulling the girl to himself. They both lay on a huge pile of money and smiled.

"Stop fooling around, Denver!" Exclaimed Moscow, starting to collect money in bags. "This money is not for us!"

London immediately got out of the guy's grip and also got down to work, kneeling next to Moscow. Denver rolled his eyes and after a couple of seconds began to fold the euro into a black bag.

"Yes, dad, I know I'm a loser. This life is not for us." The guy began to speak, not raising his head. "All we can dream of is the best bed in prison, right?"

"Stop it!" exclaimed Moscow, looking at his son. "Look at London! What a girl she is! Stop playing games. Try to match her if you want to be with her!"

An awkward silence fell. London was collecting money, still feeling her cheeks glowing with heat. She was pleased that Moscow considered her a good girl, but at the same time, she did not want Denver to begin to doubt himself.