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TOLEDO COUNTRYSIDE 121 DAYS BEFORE THE HEIST
FIRST MONTH OF OUR STAY IN TOLEDO had passed before we managed to blink, mostly in a blur of going over the steps of the plan, the grand scheme of The Professor's life work. Every day he would unravel yet another essential piece of the plan, seemingly unimportant but crucial if we wanted to get out of the mint alive.
And I most definitely wanted to do that.
"It's vital that the police don't have the faintest idea what we're doing," Professor leaned over the paper replica of La Fabrica, the rest of us crowding around it in a circle. We were in the classroom for hours now, long enough that the sun passed the highest point and slowly drifted westwards.
"We'll make them believe that we came in for a robbery, they caught us leaving with the money, and everything went to shit. We took out our guns, opened fire, and had no choice–" He made a sharp motion with the pen he held in his hand, narrowly dodging Tokyo's nose.
"–but to retreat. And then, without having hurt anyone, we go inside. Let them think we're trapped like rats. Let them think were improvising."
Would it actually be possible to go through with this with every precise step planned out in advance? To me, it seemed impossible. Even Professor must have been aware that we would have to improvise at some point, whether driven by our own ambition or the unpredictability of real life.
Denver raised his hand and asked whether we would have to learn how to preform our false escape, jokingly crossing his arms over his chest. The Professor nodded his head seriously.
"It's as easy and as complicated as a waltz. Go out, throw the money — those will be the traceable bills, impossible for us to use — shoot at the ground and go back inside. Make sure your face is entirely covered the whole time, we can't risk being recognised that early into the heist..."
Noticing the way the people were slumped over their desks or leaning on the walls, half asleep and halfway out of the door. The last straw against the general concentration of our group was when Rio let out a long yawn, reddening in the face once all heads turned in his direction.
Having been cut off mid-speech, the bespectacled professor gave a reluctant sigh. "We'll stop on that for today, thank you. Enjoy the rest of the afternoon." A low cheer ran through the group, slumping against the wall closest to them for a brief second before making their way out.
