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chapt two, one drop of blood.
( FRIDAY, 8:35 AM. )
"How the fuck can this gremlin fall asleep right now?" Denver demanded. He is a gremlin. It'd taken him a minute to notice Vicenza's shoulders were soft against his and his chin has been touching his chest for too long. Denver was known to rule the world with two bloody fists and a rolled joint hanging out the corner of his mouth. He's a ticking time bomb, set to blow someone's head off. Fingers crossed, it's not anyone on his side.
"Everyone deal with stress differently," Berlin said, beneath his mask diagonal from him. A fat arrest warrant is stamped on his forehead and he earned it; twenty seven robberies of jewelleries, auction houses and security vans. He's another breed, it's an honour to be working on job with him. His biggest heist, the Champs Elysees, in Paris and scored four hundred and thirty four diamonds. She could only dream too. He's pretending, Vegas knew when he didn't want to participate he pretends to be dozed off. It made her snigger.
This is her first time. Heists aren't her forte, selling stolen, smuggled or officially destroyed weapons to the highest bidder are. Her name isn't branded inside police stations nor are the police racing to catch up to her. She's [...] to the streets. Being in a van with a multitasked team wearing identical red jumpsuits, black boots and a Dalí mask, clutching a M16 is like being kicked into the woods with a mask around her eyes and depending on them to guide her past the land mines. It's a fucking lot.
"Who chose the mask?" Rio questioned, a frown tugging down his mouth as he yanks the mask over his head. His leg bounced against his gun. If Mozart had a child prodigy it'd be him, but with computers. He stepped into the world of cops and robbers for the first time six months ago.
"What's wrong with the mask?" Berlin asked, his knees pointed at him. He moved like a robot, there wasn't a tick or jerk to indict what he was feeling.
"It's not scary." Rio replied. Denver removed his mask, his elbow poked her arm as he analyses it. "In bank robbery films the masks are scary. They're zombies, skeletons, the death, I don't know, you feel ━━ " Before he could finish, Berlin pointed a gun in between his eyes.
"With a gun in your hand I assure you a madman is scarier than a skeleton." Berlin argued. She could hear his mouth curving into a grin beneath his mask. Not the best man to lead. She could lead them to victory with the Professor's footsteps.
"Enough." Moscow scowled. The eldest of the bunch and father to Denver; he has strange stories that leave you wondering if he was lying or not and can curse like a sailor, it makes her giggle. His criminal activities began with digging a mine in Asturias, then he realised if he dug upwards he'd go further. Six fur shops, three clock shops and the Caja Rural in Avilés. He used thermal lance and any industrial equipment.
