100 Theme Challenge #36

36. Break

"So how are things going over there?" asked R, gaze kept on his hostages.

"Fucking swell, couldn't go any better," grumbled S. He was focusing so much on breaking that damn vault open that he couldn't feel the sweat on his forehead dripping down his face.

"You don't sound swell."

"Shut up and let me concentrate, damnit." He couldn't hear a thing because of that twat. Fortunately he followed his order and kept silent, instead glaring at the trembling tied people in a row before him. Doing a two-man show was always a bit harder and stressful than with more people, but the cast was a lot more in the end. Besides, S might be a dick, but he was talented in what he was doing.

"… Fuck!" Except that vault seemed to be more talented in protecting its secrets than him to reveal them at the moment.

"We'll need to use the drill." Which meant at least ten more minutes of doing the peacock between the hostages. It was amazing the cops weren't already there, but it was best not to dwell on good things.

A loud noise announced him the start of long minutes, and S joined him in the public area. Not much was to be done, except keep an eye everywhere, which they did in silence. Their big guns were enough to dissuade anyone who would be a tad brave to try anything, especially after they broke one of the staff's leg to learn nobody knew the vault code.

"Man, can't wait to drink my lemonade."

"I know, you won't stop with that stupid thing."

That learned him a glare through the mask, and he chuckled.

"I'll talk of whatever I want to, dickhead, and beside- shit."

The drill had to be restarted, which S did after a bit of swearing. It never was working properly.

"How long left?" R asked.

"Two minutes."

"Good, 'cause I'm hearing sirens." Someone had called the cops, despite them stealing all the cellphones.

"We'll go with Plan B, then. Don't let it distract you."

R tsked, but said nothing. Easier said than done. He was growing nervous. Luckily the vault opened before anything happened, and S set himself to work, quickly filling the black sport bags with the money.

"Done. Let's go."

And as efficiently as they arrived, they disappeared through the back door.

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