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Going by what you know from some of your smaller jobs, it roughly costs about 40k to buy a used dump truck. And you’ll probably need about two of them to carry all the sand. That’ll amount to somewhere around 80k, which you can easily cover yourself…but you’ll still need to send an invoice to Lorina after the job’s done.
You wouldn’t have needed to improvise like this if it hadn’t been for that whole bee fiasco. You still can’t believe that she thought it was a good idea to let that psycho loose in your city.
All things considered, though, it was <span class="mu-i">her</span> slip-up that led to you cutting that deal with Hill, so it wasn’t all bad.
>$80,000 have been removed from your savings
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Over the next few days, you and your fellow Desperados were hard at work, prepping for the heist. Prowler was sifting through the database of the company that was supposed to be delivering a large deposit of sand to a local beach in order to fight natural erosion. Black Cat was coordinating with White Rabbit and going over the bank’s blueprints, while you and Flint were going on nightly recon missions to get an idea of the bank’s inner workings and the rotations of their hired security.
All this thorough prep work might’ve seemed a little boring to an eager rookie, but it gave you a sort of strange sort of comfort knowing that you weren’t the only one taking this seriously. Even if the first phase of the heist sounded mind-numbingly easy to pull off, you didn’t want to risk getting found out by a potential passing hero.
And that was why you were the one keeping a lookout when the night of the sand-jacking came around. Your spider sense was a useful tool for when it came to predicting trouble, after all. Your team wanted you at their back because they trusted you to handle your part of the plan.
You watched your teammates work in awe, feeling like a spectator in a movie theater. Two dump trucks were driving alongside the highway, evenly spaced with only a few smaller cars between them. You sucked your teeth in frustration, but this wasn’t exactly outside of your planning capacity. You’d prepared for this.
The other cars were almost certainly civilians, and as such, were casualties waiting to happen. It would be up to you and White Rabbit to make sure that it wouldn’t come to that. Road accidents made the news, and you weren’t trying to end up on the Bugle’s front page for anything other than the usual speculation and bashing.
As it turns out, leaving a ton of undetonated web bombs out on the middle of the street didn’t make you very popular with the early morning commuters. Let’s just say that things got real sticky, and traffic came to a grinding halt for a few hours.
<span class="mu-b">“We’re moving in.”</span> said Cat, her voice cracking over your secure channel.
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