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18th July, 2018 12:18 pm
THERE'S A SINISTER look in Aaliyah's eyes as her fingers fly across the keyboard, her eyes zoomed in intently on the monitor, but her ears alert to her surroundings. She can feel Inês' presence behind her, lurking, calculating, quiet. There's a heavy silence in the air, not because there's nothing to talk about, but because they don't have the luxury of talking. Regardless of her years of experience and training, Aaliyah can never be too careful — she has to check and recheck and repeat until there is not one thing that can be traced back to them. The Federal Bank Of Amsterdam, for a world famous bank, has a very small control room. The monitors are cramped, and the audio is fucked. Obviously, since they're the criminals, that plays out greatly to their advantage, but if there's one thing that Aaliyah cannot stand, it's imperfections.
Loopholes.
As far as the police, and whoever the fuck is after them now, can know, only Teresa entered the bank. A pink haired, fairer, fatter version of Teresa — but Teresa still. What they can't know, however, is that Ashton and Daniella had been following close behind, masks over their faces, shooting every armed or unarmed officer in sight point-blanc with a spiked dart. If their serum and Carl's intelligence had worked, then the officers wouldn't remember anything.
Not that there was anything to remember in the first place, of course, because Teresa had been stealthy, and so had the the other pair, but when you commit a crime — you can never, ever be too careful. The only thing left now, the only evidence, was the CCTV footage. Aaliyah had already hacked into the live feed and put it on a loop, but again, she doesn't believe in risks. All in, or nothing.
"You done yet?" Inês says, nudging Aaliyah's chair with her foot, sending her twirling a little and almost making her press the wrong button. Aaliyah grits her teeth, holding her words in, and says, "Almost. Keep me covered."
Inês nods, not bothering to apologise, and turns around, squaring her shoulders and raising her gun back up. Suddenly, a voice disrupts the quiet, and the pair hear a set of light footsteps outside their doors, their hearing on high alert. Aaliyah doesn't pause, she can't be bothered to, and judging by the voice and the weight, Inês can tell that it's a girl.
"It's Lisa, isn't it?" Aaliyah comments tastelessly, focus still very much on the screen as she performs the last few functions, cracking her knuckles once and increasing her speed so that they can escape cleanly, something they're not very well versed with.
"Fodasse," Inês curses, lowering her gun for a moment, "keep going. Don't fucking stop. I'll get her." Aaliyah nods curtly, since she had no intention of stopping anyway, and Inês kneels down, gently easing the door open and taking a sharp turn towards the stairs.