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You hadn't looked forward to it before, but the hardest and most unpleasant part ends up being contorted and crammed into the bottom of a travel case in a way that only an elastic body can. For a few hours at least you're uncomfortably compressed and stuck in darkness, only the muffled sounds of the world around you as some connection. Having only your thoughts to occupy yourself with, if it weren't for the giddy anticipation of the caper to come you never would bother doing something like this. If anything you feel it's beneath you really as a supervillain and in the future you'd prefer more dignified (or at least more comfortable) crime plans.
But then, hopefully that will be the way after this is done, and everything will change for you.
<span class="mu-b">"-bwuh? O-Oh... here we go..."</span>
Perhaps dangerously and a bit stupidly, it seems at some point you dozed off so it's a good thing you're stirred awake by what can only be your hired patsy, dragging the case out of the locker and starting to wheel it along on their trek to the bank's corporate building. There's still to be a good while of waiting cooped up like this, but at least everything is going to plan so far. Probably another hour or so by your guess when the bank is finally reached and the patsy seeks the help of an employee to go through the process of getting a safe deposit box. Although you can only hear muffled conversation and happenings outside the case, you become convinced of what's happening when you feel the case being moved and opened for whomever it is to check the contents.
Again it's a lengthy process, longer than you would have expected or hoped but finally the case is on the move again and not outside the building either, so your excitement grows as you believe yourself to be getting closer and closer to your target. It takes as much self-control as you can muster to remain still and try not to make any noise with breathing or otherwise. Until it is that finally, you feel the case lifted up onto something and opened to be emptied, with accompanying sounds of keys and locks and metal doors and cases.
Just a few more moments until...
<span class="mu-b">"...ha-HA!"</span>
<span class="mu-s">"Wha-?!"</span>
<span class="mu-s">"Holy sh-!!"</span>
Tensing your body all at once, you burst out of the false bottom of the case after a bit of a violent struggle, scattering a shower of money through the air. Landing roughly on the floor after falling from a metal transport cart with the now-broken case, but you scramble to your feet to pose villainous and victorious amid that display. To the bewilderment of two men standing before you, one in plain clothes and a few years older than you... your patsy, and the other an older fellow in business clothes... the manager you assume, if the keys in his hands are anything to go by.
