See here for part one.
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The phone on the counter started ringing. Everyone in the safehouse stopped what they were doing to listen as the speakerphone clicked on and Bain began to speak.
“Alright clowns, I’ve got two jobs for you right now, so you’ll have to split up the crew. The local branch of Robert’s Bank just re-opened, so I say we hit them up again to remind everybody who’s boss. Also, Vlad’s pilot crashed again. He needs somebody to go in there and get the pilot out.”
Dallas stood up. “Like Bain said, we need two teams. I’ll lead A Team, consisting of myself, Wolf, John, Dragan, Bonnie, and Jacket. We’re going after the pilot. B Team will be Chains, Hoxton, Houston, and Clover; Chains is in charge. You’re going after the bank. Chains, bring your saw.”
Chains nodded. “Got it, boss.”
Bain spoke again. “Great. I’ll start setting up all the contacts and resources we’ll need. You’ll be picked up in one hour. Be ready.”
Houston leaned over the table he and Clover were sitting at and spoke quietly. “You, me, and Hoxton in an enclosed space doesn’t sound like a good idea, especially now that we’re together.”
Clover flashed her usual sly grin. “You leave old Hoxy to me, Serious. He may not like you, but he won’t raise a finger against me. You’ll be fine.”
Houston leaned back into his chair and sighed. It was going to be an interesting day.
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Steven was in line to make a deposit at Robert’s Bank when three armed, masked men and one armed, masked woman burst through the back doors. One man began shouting at the civilians in the bank, while another shot both security guards, and the third set about destroying all the security cameras. The woman vaulted over the counter and clubbed the tellers with her pistol, knocking them both to the ground unconscious.
Steven pulled out his phone to call the police, but all he could get was static. He jabbed furiously at his phone’s screen, trying to get it to work. With a start he realized one of the clowns was standing right in front of him.
“Nighty night,” said the clown, his accent British. The man raised his pistol and hit Steven between the eyes with the handle. Steven fell to the ground, and his vision went dark.
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“All cams down” called Houston.
The ECM’s duration ran out, and Houston and Hoxton answered the guards’ pagers. Chains and Clover set about looking through the tellers’ desk for vault keycards; after a few moments, they each found one. They inserted them into the readers just as Houston and Hoxton finished answering pagers, and they all set about waiting.
The bank’s phone rang. Clover picked it up, then hopped up to sit on the tellers’ counter, legs swinging.
“Hello, Robert’s Bank,” she answered cheerfully. “What can we do for you today?”
Is your refrigerator running?” asked the voice on the other end. “Better go catch it!” The client hung up.
Hoxton shook his head. “The people that call here never cease to amaze me” he said dryly.
“I’m more impressed the pager operator doesn’t recognise our voices by now” chuckled Chains in reply. “Some people are real dunces.”
Over the next few minutes, Hoxton and Chains set about boarding up the windows, while Clover continued to answer the phone. Houston sat on a chair by the vault, nervously scratching closely shaved stubble. Being around Hoxton always made him uncomfortable, but if Hoxton found out about him and Clover, Houston was concerned that Hoxton would turn his trusty toothbrush on him.
“Hey assface” called Hoxton. “You look nervous.” He stepped over tied hostages to go lean on the low wall near the vault. “I thought this would be routine for you by now.”
Houston looked up. “It’s not really any of your business, you know,” he replied.
“Come on,” insisted Hoxton. “We’re supposed to be a crew.”
Houston said nothing, so Clover jumped into the conversation from her perch on the counter. “He’s going to find out sooner or later, Serious.” She turned to look at Hoxton. “Houston and I are dating.”
Hoxton stood bolt upright. “You fuckin’ wot mate?” His words were afire with anger.
Houston met Hoxton’s stare. He, Hoxton, and Clover burst into a shouting match, and in the chaos none of them heard the phone ringing. Chains did.
“Um, guys?”
Nobody was listening.
“Guys?” asked Chains, louder this time.
Still nobody moved. Chains bolted for the counter and picked up the phone with only a moment to spare.
“Hello, this is Hillary from Gensec.”
A hush fell over the bank.
“Is Barney there? It’s time for the regular time lock check in.”
“Oh, Barney?” replied Chains. “He got called into a meeting big account.”
“Well, look… I’m going to send some guys over to check on things. They should be there in a few minutes.”
For a moment, nobody said anything. Then Hoxton opened his mouth.
“Bloody fuckin’ hell!” he screamed, breaking the silence. He pulled his toothbrush shank from inside his blazer and began advancing on Houston. “When I’m done with you, wanker, you’re going to look like a bloody slice of fuckin’ swiss cheese.”
The bank once again erupted into yelling, and Hoxton charged. Chains jumped between Hoxton and Houston and put his hand on Hoxton’s chest to stop him.
“Jim,” he said quietly, “don’t. Do you want to have to explain to Dallas why you killed his little brother? I doubt Clover would appreciate the gesture either. And explaining away the death of his alias could get messy.” Hoxton turned his back to Chains. “Fine,” he spat. “But I sure as fuck still hate the little twat.”
Chains turned as to be able to address the whole crew. “With Gensec coming in moments, we need to start getting our shit together.” He handed Houston his saw. “When the vault opens, head inside and start opening those boxes. Don’t forget about the lasers.”
Houston nodded.
Chains turned to Hoxton. “You take the left side of the street, I’ll take the right. When Gensec shows up, drop your ECM then call me over.”
Hoxton grinned. “Those twats won’t stand a chance.”
Chains then addressed Clover. “You stay in here and make sure nobody tries anything.”
Clover looked over to the hostages. “I’ll make sure of it.”
Chains appraised the crew. The looked ready for war.
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A few hours later, Twitch pulled up to the safehouse, and Houston, Hoxton, Clover, Chains, and way too many bags of money burst out. Dallas came out to meet them.
“Good job guys, looks like a solid score.” he said.
Dallas motioned for the crew to bring the bags into the safehouse, but stopped Chains still outside to talk to him.
“So how’d it go?” asked Dallas quietly.
“About as well as you predicted” was Chains’ reply. “Hoxton tried to shank Houston. I had to step in, but once they were separated with their own tasks it went okay.”
Dallas chuckled. “Good. Better it happen while one of us was there than somewhere we wouldn’t be there to stop it.”
Chains nodded. “Agreed.”
Dallas slapped Chains on the back. “C’mon buddy. Let’s go grab a beer for a day well done.” They walked inside to join the rest of the crew for a post-heist celebration.
Submitted April 10, 2015 at 05:43PM by Enraric http://ift.tt/1NjJlT3 paydaytheheist
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