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After considering your options for a few minutes, you ultimately decided that your talents would be better served creeping around the bank and installing the Prowler’s hacking devices for him. Also, you’d be the first to know if any of the hostages or security guards got any funny ideas. In that case, it would be up to White Rabbit to make sure that none of them stepped out of line.
And while Cat takes her sweet time cracking that safe open, Flint would coordinate with Prowler and Lorina’s men to sweep out as much cash as he could through the HVAC vents. That way, you’d have less trips back and forth.
With all that decided, you went over the blueprints a few more times, rehearsed your plans and made absolutely certain that everyone understood their roles. It helped to reassure you, more than anything. You weren’t ashamed to admit that you were feeling nervous about this upcoming gig. You’ve never even considered grand larceny as an option for someone like you. Not until you got your powers, at least.
A single wrong move here could spell doom for you and the Desperados. This city was woefully overpopulated with superheroes of all kinds and caliber, and it was tough for an up and coming crook to make a living for himself in a place like this.
You all knew the risks involved. But for some reason, the anxiety you felt wasn’t inspired by any sort of fear. In fact, you were starting to feel a little bit giddy.
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<span class="mu-s">7:00 A.M.</span>
The following day, you and the rest of your team woke up bright and early to grab the dump trucks full of sand, while Lorina’s people drove straight to the bank to prepare for the job.
It was then that Lorina sprung a little surprise on you. Without telling you, she had bought another vehicle. One that just might make your job a lot easier if you played your cards right.
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<span class="mu-s">11:00 A.M.</span>
An hour before noon, an unscheduled armored vehicle arrived at Sterling National Bank, baffling everyone on duty that day. Cautiously, they asked the driver for the proper paperwork listing the shipment, and any identification that she might be carrying on her person.
The driver gave them an easygoing smile that bordered on sultry. She was seduction personified, with a bust that threatened to pop the buttons of her black shirt and stunning white hair tied back into a ponytail. Her eyes were obscured by dark lenses, but the security guards could swear that they noticed a glint of mischief in the brief glimpse that they got of them.
Despite her unusual features, everything seemed to be in order. The shipment had just popped up in the system, and the men on duty made frequent and audible complaints about the state of their database and the sloppy attitude of the Federal Reserve. The pretty driver joined in on their banter as well. And the men were so caught up in their conversation, that they weren’t at all prepared for the tidal wave of sand that greeted them upon sliding open the truck’s back door.
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