The Heist: Chapter 2
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mindcrackloveHiya Guys! Next chapter is here! Hehehe! Enjoy? I hope you do.
Six Months after Paul's first Heist
7:14 PM Eastern Standard Time
Albany, New york. Sterling Lights Apartments, 4th Floor. Room 318.
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Paul sat on his couch watching a game show. He couldn't how stupid these shows were getting. All you had to do was know more than the other guy. It was really just a load of bullshit. He got up and walked to the kitchen. He could use a drink. All that was in his fridge was a leftover burger and half a bottle of beer. He couldn't help but sigh. "I need to go shoppin. My fridge looks like something you'd see in a crime movie." He sighed as he grabbed the beer. He took a sip as he headed back to the couch. His phone started to freak out. He hurried and unlocked it, thinking he might of scored a second date after last week. Instead, a name popped up. One he didn't think he'd hear from again. Jason. He read the message out loud.
"It's time. Meet at the Cloverleaf, in the industrial district. One week, 4 PM. Don't be late." His eyes widened as he read. They were going for another heist. His shopping list was about to change.
----One week later, The cloverleaf----
Paul took a seat at a booth close to the back, ten minutes before schedule. He thought about ordering a drink to calm his nerves but decided it would be best not to. He just sat, thinking of the events that night. He killed men. He didn't regret it either. It was his living and he needed the money. He exhaled deeply and looked around. Several drunks were by the bar, but what really caught his attention was the man coming through the door. It was Jason. He was carrying a case with him. He saw Paul immediately and made his way over.
"What? Where's the drinks?" He said while taking a seat.
"Ah yes. Still haven't changed." Paul shot back while starting to stand. He went over to the bar as the door opened once more. He looked over as he ordered the drinks. It was Pause, heading towards the back. "Right, um, that booth back there, four shots of whiskey, we'll keep rounds going." he told the bar keep and started back, leading Pause on the way. They both took a seat.
"Right, just Daniel left. Paul, how's our drinks coming?" Jason questioned as he fret with his brief case.
"On their way." Paul smiled as he said it. It wasn't long and Daniel was through the door. Jason signalled him over. He took a seat with a smile.
"Sorry I'm late. I see the new guy is still running with us." Daniel looked around as he said it.
"Alright." Jason adopted a quiet tone, "So we're hitting a jewelry store. With a solid fence and every rock in there, at least 30 mil could get split up between us. Your shopping list is a suit, body armor, and a mask, don't use the same mask as last time, you'll be easier to mark. I've got us a driver. Any questions?"
"What's it look like?" Alex chimed in. Jason passed a picture around in response.
"What's security like? We talking one man or a security force?" Daniel asked as he stared at the picture.
"There's a three man security team, two watch the floor while a third watches the door." Jason bluntly put it.
"Are we weapons free?" Paul quietly asked. He was met with three deathly stares.
"We are never weapons free. No blood unless we can help it. The guards are not packing rifles, they are packing stun guns. That's why we'll have body armor. You take them out without killing if you can. You got that? Don't fuck this up." Jason lectured the young Paul.
"The guns then? You providing? Or are we bringing from home?" Alex interrupted, bailing Paul from the stares.
"I've got a guy. We're getting an AK-74u, a UMP.45, two Glock 18s and the M468." Jason listed off, "Daniel, you're on lookout again, the rest of us are working the counters." They all looked around, giving each other nods. "One week. Meet at the factory on the corner of Maple and Sycamore. We start there." Jason said as he stood. He left without another word. One by one, they filed out. Preparing for the heist.
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So boom. It's here. Hope you liked. Now. Back to life!
Six Months after Paul's first Heist
7:14 PM Eastern Standard Time
Albany, New york. Sterling Lights Apartments, 4th Floor. Room 318.
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Paul sat on his couch watching a game show. He couldn't how stupid these shows were getting. All you had to do was know more than the other guy. It was really just a load of bullshit. He got up and walked to the kitchen. He could use a drink. All that was in his fridge was a leftover burger and half a bottle of beer. He couldn't help but sigh. "I need to go shoppin. My fridge looks like something you'd see in a crime movie." He sighed as he grabbed the beer. He took a sip as he headed back to the couch. His phone started to freak out. He hurried and unlocked it, thinking he might of scored a second date after last week. Instead, a name popped up. One he didn't think he'd hear from again. Jason. He read the message out loud.
"It's time. Meet at the Cloverleaf, in the industrial district. One week, 4 PM. Don't be late." His eyes widened as he read. They were going for another heist. His shopping list was about to change.
----One week later, The cloverleaf----
Paul took a seat at a booth close to the back, ten minutes before schedule. He thought about ordering a drink to calm his nerves but decided it would be best not to. He just sat, thinking of the events that night. He killed men. He didn't regret it either. It was his living and he needed the money. He exhaled deeply and looked around. Several drunks were by the bar, but what really caught his attention was the man coming through the door. It was Jason. He was carrying a case with him. He saw Paul immediately and made his way over.
"What? Where's the drinks?" He said while taking a seat.
"Ah yes. Still haven't changed." Paul shot back while starting to stand. He went over to the bar as the door opened once more. He looked over as he ordered the drinks. It was Pause, heading towards the back. "Right, um, that booth back there, four shots of whiskey, we'll keep rounds going." he told the bar keep and started back, leading Pause on the way. They both took a seat.
"Right, just Daniel left. Paul, how's our drinks coming?" Jason questioned as he fret with his brief case.
"On their way." Paul smiled as he said it. It wasn't long and Daniel was through the door. Jason signalled him over. He took a seat with a smile.
"Sorry I'm late. I see the new guy is still running with us." Daniel looked around as he said it.
"Alright." Jason adopted a quiet tone, "So we're hitting a jewelry store. With a solid fence and every rock in there, at least 30 mil could get split up between us. Your shopping list is a suit, body armor, and a mask, don't use the same mask as last time, you'll be easier to mark. I've got us a driver. Any questions?"
"What's it look like?" Alex chimed in. Jason passed a picture around in response.
"What's security like? We talking one man or a security force?" Daniel asked as he stared at the picture.
"There's a three man security team, two watch the floor while a third watches the door." Jason bluntly put it.
"Are we weapons free?" Paul quietly asked. He was met with three deathly stares.
"We are never weapons free. No blood unless we can help it. The guards are not packing rifles, they are packing stun guns. That's why we'll have body armor. You take them out without killing if you can. You got that? Don't fuck this up." Jason lectured the young Paul.
"The guns then? You providing? Or are we bringing from home?" Alex interrupted, bailing Paul from the stares.
"I've got a guy. We're getting an AK-74u, a UMP.45, two Glock 18s and the M468." Jason listed off, "Daniel, you're on lookout again, the rest of us are working the counters." They all looked around, giving each other nods. "One week. Meet at the factory on the corner of Maple and Sycamore. We start there." Jason said as he stood. He left without another word. One by one, they filed out. Preparing for the heist.
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So boom. It's here. Hope you liked. Now. Back to life!
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