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Goldmarble
Guest
Original poster
Devin looked at the kid, recognizing him from the packet that the Broker had forced upon him. His expression was that of someone who was unimpressed. As Kanye walked into the bank, Devin grimaced, muttering under his breath, "Or I could just stay over here, so that if this shit show goes sideways, like it's fuck near guaranteed to do so...I can get the fuck out without being caught by the pigs."
And he would have done just that, if it hadn't been for the words from the Broker. That veiled threat to work with them, or suffer dire consequences. Shifting the armoured van into reverse, he pulled up alongside of the curb, before the bank. Setting the fan into park, Devin left the seat, and walked through the pass-thru to the rear. Unlatching the rear doors, he triggered the electro-hydraulics that lifted the heavily reinforced upper door, before a mechanical switch clicked, the load on the hydraulic system spiking as the lower ramp began descending to the ground, to aid the miscreants escape, whenever they got done inside.
And he would have done just that, if it hadn't been for the words from the Broker. That veiled threat to work with them, or suffer dire consequences. Shifting the armoured van into reverse, he pulled up alongside of the curb, before the bank. Setting the fan into park, Devin left the seat, and walked through the pass-thru to the rear. Unlatching the rear doors, he triggered the electro-hydraulics that lifted the heavily reinforced upper door, before a mechanical switch clicked, the load on the hydraulic system spiking as the lower ramp began descending to the ground, to aid the miscreants escape, whenever they got done inside.