Post by Bloodline on Nov 14, 2019 0:55:22 GMT
“You sure about this?” the man sitting in the driver's seat remarked, looking over at Yukan. A ski mask covered the driver’s face, concealing his identity from anyone who might look his way. The two sat in a small black sedan, a street over from the locally owned Yamamoto bank and trust.
“I’ve never been more sure of something in my life,” Yukan replied, casually looking over his equipment, “Look, this’ll be easy. It’s a small bank. They probably only have a guard or two. I’ll deal with them, you just use your expertise to get us through the door and vault. We’ll be in and out, and no one will know until morning.”
Yukan opened the door and stepped onto the sidewalk, “Pop the trunk,” the sedan’s trunk opened. Yukan moved around and grabbed a duffle bag. As his partner stepped out, he tossed it to him. Yukan sneered under his mask as the man nearly stumbled over while catching it. Quirkless fool, he thought to himself.
It took a few minutes for the duo to reach the bank. They stood across the street, sizing up their target. His partner glanced over at him, “Those outside cameras are gonna be tricky, boss.”
“They have blindspots. Even the one overlooking the door has one. Just follow my lead,” Yukan quickly moved across the street. He approached the door, being sure to stay out of any camera’s view. He motioned for his partner to follow the path he took.
Ski-mask man cautiously moved forward, being extra certain that he wouldn’t get caught. He came to a stop right under the camera placed above the door. He carefully pulled out a lockpick and began to work on the lock.
It only took a few minutes for the lock to be picked, “Ahah! Done,” he exclaimed. The man was about to turn around, however, he was interrupted.
A guard came crashing towards the front door, a confused look on his face. Spotting the man in the ski mask, his face quickly tensed. He pulled a gun and yelled, “Hey, what the hell are you doing?”
Yukan growled, “You stupid, fool. You triggered the silent alarm,” before his partner could reply, he slipped his knife into his back. The man let out a gurgle, blood staining the back of his clothes. Yukan grabbed and threw him through the glass door. The glass shattered as the man easily crashed through.
The guard, shocked from the display, took a step back in his confusion. Taking advantage of the hesitation, Yukan threw his knife at the man. The guard stumbled back when the knife hit him in the chest, crimson stain blossoming around the wound. He tripped over his own feet and fell backwards. Yukan approached him, pulling the knife from the wound. The man whimpered in pain when the sharp object left his body. Yukan quickly searched his body for keys. It took him a minute, but he found them. He grabbed them and made sure to kick the guard’s gun away from him.
He left the man there and made his way over to the vault. Yukan used the keys to undo the deadbolt to the entrance. He opened the door and stepped in. All around were piles of yen stacked on top of each other. He quickly unzipped the bag and began to throw money in.
OOC: Was kinda getting lengthy so I didn't really describe the area.
“I’ve never been more sure of something in my life,” Yukan replied, casually looking over his equipment, “Look, this’ll be easy. It’s a small bank. They probably only have a guard or two. I’ll deal with them, you just use your expertise to get us through the door and vault. We’ll be in and out, and no one will know until morning.”
Yukan opened the door and stepped onto the sidewalk, “Pop the trunk,” the sedan’s trunk opened. Yukan moved around and grabbed a duffle bag. As his partner stepped out, he tossed it to him. Yukan sneered under his mask as the man nearly stumbled over while catching it. Quirkless fool, he thought to himself.
It took a few minutes for the duo to reach the bank. They stood across the street, sizing up their target. His partner glanced over at him, “Those outside cameras are gonna be tricky, boss.”
“They have blindspots. Even the one overlooking the door has one. Just follow my lead,” Yukan quickly moved across the street. He approached the door, being sure to stay out of any camera’s view. He motioned for his partner to follow the path he took.
Ski-mask man cautiously moved forward, being extra certain that he wouldn’t get caught. He came to a stop right under the camera placed above the door. He carefully pulled out a lockpick and began to work on the lock.
It only took a few minutes for the lock to be picked, “Ahah! Done,” he exclaimed. The man was about to turn around, however, he was interrupted.
A guard came crashing towards the front door, a confused look on his face. Spotting the man in the ski mask, his face quickly tensed. He pulled a gun and yelled, “Hey, what the hell are you doing?”
Yukan growled, “You stupid, fool. You triggered the silent alarm,” before his partner could reply, he slipped his knife into his back. The man let out a gurgle, blood staining the back of his clothes. Yukan grabbed and threw him through the glass door. The glass shattered as the man easily crashed through.
The guard, shocked from the display, took a step back in his confusion. Taking advantage of the hesitation, Yukan threw his knife at the man. The guard stumbled back when the knife hit him in the chest, crimson stain blossoming around the wound. He tripped over his own feet and fell backwards. Yukan approached him, pulling the knife from the wound. The man whimpered in pain when the sharp object left his body. Yukan quickly searched his body for keys. It took him a minute, but he found them. He grabbed them and made sure to kick the guard’s gun away from him.
He left the man there and made his way over to the vault. Yukan used the keys to undo the deadbolt to the entrance. He opened the door and stepped in. All around were piles of yen stacked on top of each other. He quickly unzipped the bag and began to throw money in.
OOC: Was kinda getting lengthy so I didn't really describe the area.
