The Heist

The Heist
It was dark in here, the only light being the crepuscular rays that snuck through the tinted windows. Four people sat inside the back of this van. Three men, Dexter, Desmond and Jax, and a woman, Charlotte. The room was cramped, the centre of the room consisting of a somewhat sizeable table. Blueprints were messily spread out around the table, with coffee spills and food stains all over. “God, can we just hurry up with this? It’s dark and smelly in here.” Charlotte wailed, holding her nose. The other three laughed at her, “We’ll leave when we’re ready to leave, and when the time’s right.” Dexter said.

Half an hour had passed. It was humid in here. It felt like an eternity, the silence finally being broken when someone’s watch alarm went off, causing the four to rub their eyes. It was time. All four of them put their earpieces on, and three of the four jumped out of the van. The Defur State Bank was a remarkable piece of architecture. Clocking in at four stories, the building always looked like it was openly insulting every other building around it. It was a masterpiece. The inside had lavish velvet carpeted flooring, with white marble and quartz pillars that scaled up to the roof. The top three floors were offices, the ground floor was open to the public, and the basement was where they kept the vault. Obviously, the basement was the only one that mattered.

The plan was simple; stroll in, distract the till workers, slam the basement guards, stroll in, crack the vault, take the cash, and go home, bank robbed. The three walked in. Immediately, the two men broke left, moving closer to the vault door. Charlotte continued forward to the line, waiting patiently like the well-mannered lady she was. Charlotte used this time waiting in line to glance around the room, at the beautiful architecture this building was boasting to all who entered. Her heart froze. She tapped her wire, whispering into it. “There’s cameras. Cameras everywhere.” It took a moment for the information to set in, but before long, the deafening sound of heavy breathing and panic through the earpiece drowned away the murmuring of the till room.

The three looked at each other, confused and fear-stricken. Minds raced, and the three realised that everything was crumbling at once. Jax was the only one really thinking of how to fix it, and it took several moments, but he finally got an idea. He tapped his wire, keeping calm, and announcing “I’m gonna go take out the operator.” The two looked at him like he was insane, before finally agreeing. “Charlotte and I will just do the same then. Don’t get caught, or everything goes south.” Jax trailed off into the elevator, acting like he belonged. The elevator doors shut, and the two gulped.

The two waited, stalling for time. They waited for what could have been an eternity, and the longer they waited the more worried they became. Possibilities piled up in their minds as they gradually lost hope. The world started to spin, and the floor started to come out from beneath them. Dexter felt sick, and Charlotte felt like she was going to faint.

Then the alarm went off.

Panic swamped the bank like a hippo in quicksand. Jax, Desmond, and Charlotte booked it straight to the vault room, as that was their “Plan B” if something went horribly wrong. Desmond immediately got to work on cracking the big vault, while Jax beat down everyone who came near. Teeth flew, screams echoed, blood spilt, and sirens echoed. The vault eventually creaked open, the three getting a glimpse of the piles and bags of green that painted the floor, and walls.

Duffel bags were dropped, cash was taken, and quick decisions were made. The three ran out of the vault, barging through the crowd that continued to panic inside. They examined the room, looking for a way out. The backdoor seemed like the light at the end of the tunnel. The three ran for it, slamming into the bar, and flinging the door wide open. They ran for the van, threw their money in the back, jumped in with it, and listened as the engine revved.