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parker succeeds by stealing the success of others ([info]inafivepoundbag) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2009-10-14 02:28:00

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Entry tags:eliot spencer, noah bennet, parker, peter petrelli

WHO: Leverage Team (Nate Ford, Sophie Devereaux, Eliot Spencer, and Parker), Claude Rains, Noah Bennet, Peter Petrelli, and Mark Davidson [NPC!bank manager]
WHAT: The Bank Heist Job
WHEN: Early morning - around 9AM
WHERE: The First National Bank of Colligo
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress
NOTES: Given the size, and intricacy, of this scene, it's going to be done in sub-threads as various characters are needed at various places within the scene, at different times.

The sun rose in a clear blue sky, the start of a new day. New opportunities. And, for a handful of the displaced people in the city of Colligo, a new con.

The plan was simple enough, in a very Nate sort of way. Everyone knew their roles and everyone present was professional enough not to deviate from them unless necessary. The paperwork announcing Parker as the new bank teller and Eliot as the new security guard were in order and being gripped firmly in Mark Davidson's shaking hand as he stared at the picture of the guard. The fact that it was the same thug from before - the one whose boss wanted his money back and wanted it now - told him that something was amiss. His time was running short, if not up. He had to get that money, and fast.

Quickly, his gaze flickered to the blond bank teller's picture. She didn't look familiar. She could just be a new transfer from another branch. Or possibly one of the temps he'd hired at random a week before. Or she could be a plant just like the guard. Anything was feasible when dealing with these sorts of lowlifes, Mark was sure. And as he wiped his hand across his sweaty brow, he knew that no matter what, putting this off anymore simply wasn't an option. He needed cash. He needed it fast. His gaze strayed toward the vault of the very bank he was entrusted to run.

Just like that, the mark was in place. The trap was set. Now it was time for the game to begin, with the Leverage team doing what they did best - and this time, with a few new people in their midst. And as the clock at the church down the street began to chime nine times, signaling the start of a new day of banking, one by one they began to arrive with the manager none the wiser of what lay ahead, for both him, and his bank.



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ALL [arrival at the bank // getting into position]
[info]inafivepoundbag
2009-10-14 06:41 am UTC (link)

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[info]inafivepoundbag
2009-10-14 07:38 pm UTC (link)
Parker's outfit made her itch. It was expensive, and nice, and looked like something someone who worked in an office would wear. She looked like someone who worked in an office. Professional and proper, which was great. That was the part she was playing. Professional bank teller Katherine... something or other. She wasn't sure, but didn't really care. She knew her first name. That was what mattered.

Straightening down the front of her blouse as she stood just around the corner from the bank, she went over in her mind the role she'd been assigned. Go in, be a teller, wait on Nate-the-customer, open the vault, get yelled at, cry, then clear the vault out of everything inside. It seemed easy enough, she had already decided. Except for the crying part. She was still unsure if she could pull that off.

But Noah seemed to think she could. And Nate wouldn't have suggested it if he didn't think she could, too. And considering they were the two most influential men in her life, whose opinions actually mattered to her, she supposed she could, too.

Slipping the small earpiece that wasn't like Hardison's but was still enough like it (and in some ways better, she had to admit) into her ear, she cleared her throat softly and then spoke in little above a murmur.

"Okay, I'm going in." As she spoke, she reminded herself that she could do this. As she rounded the corner and stepped into the bank, she told herself that she could be Katherine... whoever she was, for however long it took to get this done. And as she smiled at the woman who greeted her and was shown to her assigned window, she assured herself that she could play the part, and steal the money, and help the people of this city.

She just really wished her outfit didn't make her itch.

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[info]doesntlikeguns
2009-10-15 04:07 am UTC (link)
The bank manager hadn't cried but he'd come pretty damn close to it. After a few rounds of threats and intimidation between him and Bennet, Mark Davidson had become very talkative. Guys like him, they were all arrogance until the right amount of pressure was put on them. Then they gave up anything they thought would save their ass.

By now, Davidson had probably seen the new personnel files and realized he wasn't done yet. He just needed to make sure that pressure stayed on, they provided the needed distraction, and everything got loaded. By the time they were done, the bank manager wouldn't know what had hit him and the people who he'd denied would get what they needed.

As he reached up to adjust the earpiece, he caught Parker talking and glanced down the street. He'd give her a few minutes to get in and get familiar before he headed in. He glanced down at his watch and pushed away from the wall, heading down the street. "Getting in place," he said quietly, knowing the earpiece would pick it up.

Once inside the bank, he met up with the other guards on duty and went through the introductions. After getting a rundown of his duties, he took up his position, ready and waiting.

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[info]disappearingact
2009-10-15 06:16 pm UTC (link)
Claude was already in place. He had been pretty much since everyone had arrived. After all, he didn't need to make any sort of excuses or use any sort of cover. A few seconds to fade into his ability, and Claude was strolling without any issues whatsoever into the bank building and taking up his position next to the vault without anyone taking a second glance at him. Or even a first one, for that matter.

Arms crossed over his chest, Claude tilted his head back against the wall, resting it there for a moment until his eyes settled upon the fine cracks running through the ceiling. Ugh. One good quake, and this place could come right down on their heads. Snapping his eyes back up to attentively circle through the room, Claude watched as everyone slipped into place.

From this point forward, all he had to do was wait. After all, his part was pretty damn simple.

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[info]whenitsanact
2009-10-24 03:29 am UTC (link)
Sophie was sitting in her car, watching the bank and waiting for her part of the con, having dropped the photos and the rest off at the manager's mailbox on the way. Her location served the double purpose of easy entrance into the scene, and making Davidson more nervous. Every so often, she would take out her mobile and pretend to be making a call, glancing over at the bank as she did. She enjoyed these subtleties almost as much as actually interacting with a mark.

Meanwhile, at their makeshift headquarters, Noah and Peter were keeping an eye on things. Peter was ready to step in if he needed to mess with any technology, and Noah was just monitoring the situation, calm as ever. He didn't really have any concerns about this. It was well planned, and he and Peter were ready if they needed to assist. Peter, on the other hand, was wondering what the hell he'd gotten himself into. He was never giving Claude a hand with anything ever again.

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Parker, Eliot, Nate [opening the vault // staging the fight]
[info]inafivepoundbag
2009-10-14 06:45 am UTC (link)

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[info]inafivepoundbag
2009-10-15 06:11 pm UTC (link)
It was now almost nine thirty. For half an hour, Parker had been standing at her little window, taking care of the customers that stepped in her line. She was annoyed, bored, and completely out of her element. However, Nate was due in at any moment so she stayed put and stuck with the cover she'd been given rather than attack the annoying, gum-chewing lady on the cell phone currently in front of her window. The woman was trying to write a check while holding a conversation, smacking her gum like she was some sort of cow chewing cud, and couldn't seem to multitask all three no matter how hard she tried.

The envelope opener was in Parker's hand and images of jabbing it into the woman's shoulder flashed through her mind. Purposefully, she set the potential weapon down and cleared her throat. "Ma'am, if you could just step over there-" She nodded to the little area that was reserved for filling out forms, checks, and various other items.

The woman ignored her and Parker narrowed her eyes. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nate making his way inside. Which meant she was out of time. There was still one person behind this lady and the teller beside her was almost done with their customer.

It was going to be a race, she realized with a rush, to get to Nate first. And it was a race she was going to win.

"Hey!" she finally snapped, slapping her hand over the woman's checkbook. "You aren't special. You can't cut the line and waste these peoples time. Go. Over. There." When the woman gave her a slack-jawed look, Parker added sharply, "Now!"

That made the woman move, muttering into her phone about rude service, and Parker turned her attention to the next customer. "May I help you?" she asked, not even bothering for happy and perky but instead simply asking the question in a flat, expressionless tone.

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[info]thecompanyman
2009-10-15 06:26 pm UTC (link)
Back at their headquarters, Peter dropped his face to his hands. Really? Was this girl crazy? He glanced over at Noah and shook his head. "What is with her?" he mouthed, but Noah just held up a hand and spoke into the comm.

"Parker," he said calmly, "if it looks like someone else will get Nate, we'll handle it on this end. Just do your job, and don't stab any customers. They tend to frown on that."

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[info]inafivepoundbag
2009-10-15 06:46 pm UTC (link)
Parker heard Noah's voice, the calm tone doing more to calm her nerves than just about anything else possibly could. "Okay," she replied, just as the man who had stepped up to her window finished saying what he needed taken care of for his transaction. It was lucky timing on her part, really, that it seemed she was answering him when in actuality she had been speaking to Noah.

Taking the small deposit form and cash from the customer, she turned her attention to the computer and easily went through the motions of what she needed to do. She heard the teller beside her address Nate with a bright, "I can help you over here, sir!"

Instead of reacting, however, Parker simply forced herself to keep working on the transaction in front of her and relied not necessarily on Peter's ability, since she didn't know him and just what he could or couldn't do really, but on Noah's simply spoken assurance that they would handle it on their end.

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[info]honestman
2009-10-17 03:24 am UTC (link)
Now it was his turn. Nate walked in like any and every other customer had walked into the bank. Dressed like average joe, in slacks, a jacket and a very rumpled tie. He went where he was supposed to and filled out the form, for that planned upon sizeable amount. Pensive, resigned, yet determined. Then he went and waited on line. "Going to buy an engagement ring." He said, randomly as any other person might have. Tapping his fingers against his pants, in a movement of nervousness and impatience. The person behind him rose a polite brow and gave a polite smile. "Fourth time, but she's the one. I know she's the one." The brow quirked slightly, and they gave an uncomfortable cough. "Hope it'll work out for you." The woman said.

"Me too. Me too." He said, smile friendly, "She makes my heart sing like no other." The woman's face softened, but before she could respond, before she knew it it was her turn, "I sincerely wish you all the best with her."

Nate noticed that she would be up next, getting Parker, "You don't ... I know you've been waiting as long as I've .. I'm sorry, forget it. I've been waiting this long for her, I can wait a little while longer."

"It's alright. You can go just right ahead."

That's when he heard the other woman's call.

"You just go right ahead, I'll go to the other one." The woman said. Parker after all was closer.

"Thank you." He affected nervousness and walked up to Parker, handing her the slip of paper.

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[info]inafivepoundbag
2009-10-17 03:36 am UTC (link)
Parker's mood had soured slightly at the idiotic woman who had taken forever. Then the man behind her had cheered her up a bit but also made her a bit uncomfortable with his constant compliments. She was starting to worry he was going to do something really bad, like make a pass at her or ask for her phone number or something, but he seemed to either lose his nerve or change his mind by the end of his transaction. Then he was gone, and the other girl was talking, and...

Oh good, Nate was still moving to her. She wasn't quite sure how that had happened, but the smile was a sincere-while-still-carefully-fake one as he stepped up to her window.

"Hello, sir," she greeted him, just like the other tellers had told her to greet all male customers (with 'ma'am' for females, of course). "How may I help you today?"

Finally. It was time to get the ball really rolling. If she wasn't trying desperately to remain 'in character', Parker probably would have done a happy dance right then and there.

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[info]honestman
2009-10-17 04:25 am UTC (link)
"Hello, miss." Nate said, that nervous smile back. "I'd like to make a withdrawl." He said tapping on the paper he'd already placed in front of her. Then his smile widened. "For a ring ... please."

Now the show would really begin.

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[info]inafivepoundbag
2009-10-17 10:28 pm UTC (link)
Parker kept her smile in place and glanced at the form. Just as she'd been instructed the night before when going over the finer points of the plan, she paused. Counted to three. Then glanced back at him. "If you'll give me just one moment," she said before stepping away from her window and making her way - withdrawal form in hand - to the manager.

This was the tricky part. Dealing with the mark directly wasn't something Parker was looking forward to. He was slimy and mean and she just plain didn't like him. However, she did manage to smile as she approached his desk and her tone wasn't too automated-sounding as she repeated the script she'd been told to memorize earlier.

"Sir, I need you to open the vault please."

"What? Why?" Mark's eyes narrowed suspiciously as he eyed the blond. She was the new girl. A possible plant. His hand tightened around the pen he held as he stared at her with mistrust shining in his beady eyes.

Parker never missed a beat but instantly responded, "Because the gentlemen over there would like to make a sizable withdraw." She paused. "For a ring, he says."

Mark leaned back in his chair and looked past her, to Nate. Then he looked up at Parker and finally nodded, all but snatching the slip of paper from her hands as he rose to his feet. "Fine," he grumbled, clearly unable to deny her request in lieu of angering the customer. He fiddled with his keys as he made his way to the vault.

It took a few seconds but he managed to get the doors open. Once he was finished, he thrust the paper back at her. "Hurry up," he snapped then bumped his shoulder against her as he pushed his way past and stalked back to his desk.

Parker stiffened, eyes narrowed, and an image of grabbing him by his arm and twisting it until it broke flashed in her mind. After a second she exhaled slowly, muttered a barely audible, "No attacking the mark. No attacking the mark." And then made her way inside the vault.

A few seconds later she returned, the cash that Nate had requested in a bag. She could only assume that Claude was in position, inside the vault by that point, or at least hoped so as she shut the gate, and then the door, to seal the area off once more.

"Alright, if you'll give me just a moment," she told Nate as she re-approached the counter.

Typing into the system (or at least giving the impression that she was typing) she hesitated and then frowned. "I'm sorry, sir," she finally spoke again, gaze flickering back to him. "According to my information, there isn't enough money in the account to cover this size of a withdraw."

Pointedly, she took the bag of money she'd taken from the vault and set it on the shelf beside where she stood. Well out of his reach.

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[info]honestman
2009-10-18 05:37 am UTC (link)
"What do you mean there isn't enough money to cover--"The confusion was obvious in Nate's voice, as was the slightly increasing impatience in his voice. "What kind of bad joke is this? This a bank. I put my savings in, now I'd like my savings out. And I've been saving up for this ring for quite some time. There should be money in that vault!" With each sentence Nate's voice increased and pretty soon he was gathering murmurs and attention, however, his attention was solely on Parker. Like a man in his position more than likely would have, he was taking his frustration out on the person closest to him. The current "face" of whatever was denying him what he needed.

"What's in that bag?" He demanded, eyes flickering towards it before glaring back at her.

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[info]inafivepoundbag
2009-10-18 04:34 pm UTC (link)
Okay. Showtime. Parker could do this. She could. She just had to play meek, mild, and tearful. She could manage it. Really.

"Sir, please, if you would lower your voice," she said, first and foremost. Hey. She actually sounded sincere, too. Go her! Fighting the urge to grin, well aware that all eyes were now upon them, she instead let just how uncomfortable she felt at having to act shine through. It came across as uncomfortable with the situation, and Nate, which was precisely the plan.

"It's your withdrawal," she admitted in a wavering tone, glancing around nervously before tightening her hold on said bag. "However, your account clearly shows that there isn't enough money. I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do."

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[info]honestman
2009-10-18 05:10 pm UTC (link)
"There's no -- I will not lower my voice! I have been saving for that ring for months! My savings should be in there! My account should show enough money." Nate yelled, jabbing his finger into the counter to make a statement.

"If it's not in there where did it go? Huh? Tell me that. WHERE IS MY MONEY!?" Nate practically roared, tone of a man frantic, both angered and desperate. "I'd like to speak with your manager. Now!" He enunciated, even though his voice had lowered slightly, his tone was still one of a highly upset individual and there was no mistaking what he'd said.

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[info]thecompanyman
2009-10-18 06:07 pm UTC (link)
Noah knew that Parker was going to have trouble crying. He knew her well enough to realize that the situation, and the way Nate was acting were too amusing for her to actually cry. Glancing at Peter, he spoke over the comm, knowing the others would hear too, but not really bothered by that.

"Parker," he said calmly. "Remember the hypothetical situation we discussed. Nathan is going to to take your money and burn it. Because he's a terrible, terrible person." It was said dryly and with no real emotion, whereas most people would have been laughing at that point. "Now, how does that make you feel?"

Peter looked over at him, his expression a mix of confusion and amusement. He got the feeling this Parker girl was stranger than anyone he had ever met. Was that actually supposed to make her cry? He couldn't see how that would possibly work.

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[info]inafivepoundbag
2009-10-18 06:27 pm UTC (link)
Parker had thought she was doing well. She really had. Then Nate began yelling and jabbing his finger and, well, it was just too funny. Knowing who Nate was, knowing that he wasn't actually posing a thread, and the way he was acting, was far too amusing for her. She was going to laugh. She could feel it. Bubbling up inside of her, there was no way she could avoid it and she certainly couldn't start just crying because-

Noah's voice stopped the mild panic that had begun to swell inside of her. Their earlier conversation came rushing back, along with the feelings she had at the thought of anyone - especially someone she cared for and trusted like Nate - burning her precious money. Almost instantly her eyes welled with tears as a wave of sorrow washed over her. She sniffled, quite miserable at the thought of being penniless because someone would burn her hard earned (well, stolen, but still) cash.

By the time another teller had made her way to her side, Parker was already starting to cry. First a few tears trickled out, and then a steady stream as a sob burst from her throat. She turned to the other woman and all but buried her face against her shoulder, making sure to keep her mouth snapped shut unless she started bawling about burnt money rather than the mean man at her counter.

The other teller gave Nate a dirty look before her gaze cut across the bank to the security guards stationed near the doors. Raising one hand, she motioned for one of them to come over and then fixed Nate with a hardened look.

"Someone will be right with you, sir." The venom was clear in her tone as she slid down the window separating Parker's counter and the lobby of the bank. She then wrapped an arm around Parker's shaking shoulders and, murmuring soft words of encouragement, led her away from the mean, verbally abusive customer and to an available chair.

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[info]doesntlikeguns
2009-10-19 01:11 am UTC (link)
By the time Nate had arrived, Eliot had been ready for the show to get going. His annoyance wasn't directed at any of his teammates, but at the guard he was on shift with. If he had to hear one more damn story about the fishing trip gone wrong or the hundred ways his wife could mess up a pot roast, he was going to strangle the man right then and there.

What did help was focusing on the growing arguement between Parker and Nate. He had to admit that Parker's acting ability had improved since they'd become the temporary grifters at the embassy. At least no one had been stabbed with a letter opener yet. All it took was the threat of destruction of her money.

Between her and Nate, everyone present looked convinced. The guard beside him started to move but Eliot put a hand on his arm. "I'll handle it," he said quickly, faking a grin. "Might as well start out on an easy one, right?"

He'd only gone a few steps when the teller motioned for a guard to come take care of the unruly customer. Eliot moved quicker, reaching the front of the line. "Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to come with me," he said to Nate, making sure that anyone else in hearing range heard it as an order, not a request.

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[info]thecompanyman
2009-10-19 02:33 am UTC (link)
Peter, meanwhile, was baffled. He never would have anticipated that this was the way to make Parker cry. He looked over at Noah, reminding himself again how ridiculous it was to underestimate Noah Bennet in anything. "How did you know that would work," he asked him, still struggling to contain his shock. He turned his focus back to the computer, keeping an eye on how things were going.

"That," Noah said calmly, "is what I do." He knew people. It was just an inherent skill for him. He wasn't a huge fan of staying back while other people did the work, but in this case he was glad for the opportunity to help Parker with the social aspects of the job. "How are you holding up there, dear?" he asked her over the comm, wondering if she'd escaped the woman comforting her yet. And yes, he had just called her dear. Because he was sort of evil like that. "Just remember that you're upset and don't attack her if she tries to hug you. And don't try to respond to me if she's still around. You're supposed to be upset, not schizophrenic. Granted it'll get you out of work, but much more noticeably."

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[info]honestman
2009-11-02 07:10 pm UTC (link)
If had been anyone else but an expert, they would have ended up dying laughing ... or at least been a bit amused, and that would have shown on their faces. However, Nathan Ford was an expert and his muscles didn't even twitch at what Noah was telling Parker. As it was, he managed to be impressed. And there weren't many outside of his team that managed to impress Nate. Not that he'd tell them that.

Nate managed to look a bit shocked and wavering, when Parker started crying, even a bit contrite, but his own features hardened. "Look. I didn't mean to snap at you. I just want my-" He stopped his train of speech, when Eliot spoke. "See, I don't think so. I am not leaving here without my money." Though his tone managed to be not as demanding as before, though it was obvious to see the stubborn set in his shoulders. "I demand to speak with your manager!"

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Claude and Parker [in the vault]
[info]inafivepoundbag
2009-10-14 06:45 am UTC (link)

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[info]inafivepoundbag
2009-10-18 06:54 pm UTC (link)
Once Parker had been relieved of her duties as a teller and had exited the bank, she'd promptly made her way around the corner and to the small alley on the backside of the building. Making sure the coast was clear, she hauled herself up on a small, narrow ledge that was directly in front of the air duct that led to the interior. She had already unscrewed the vent early that morning - long before the manager had even come to work - and made quick work of pulling it off and slipping inside the narrow space.

With her exit appearing sealed from the outside but able to fall away should she push it from within, the professional thief next half-slid and half-crawled through the duct to her destination: the vault.

"You know," she spoke softly, even though she knew no one beyond those wearing the earpieces would be capable of hearing her, "whoever built this thing was just begging for it to be robbed. Who puts an easy escape route from an alley into a vault?" She snorted. "Idiots."

Granted, the area was far from easy for most, but for Parker it was just another day on the job. She had a knack for things like this. It was part of the reason she was the best at what she did.

"Okay, I'm here." She paused as she reached the vent within the vault that she'd already unscrewed when she'd gone in to retrieve Nate's money earlier. Not seeing anyone, and with the door to the vault still firmly shut, she wasted no time in pushing the grating away. It hung from one hinge, not quite touching the ground so as not to make any noise. Then she slid out, headfirst, until her palms were flat against the ground.

The rest of her body soon followed and, in one seamless motion, Parker did a headstand and then flipped her legs over into a back-bend. Straightening up, she glanced around for any sign of Claude.

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[info]disappearingact
2009-10-19 12:23 am UTC (link)
The problem with Claude was that after years of the thought pattern that any sign that he was still around would end in his death he didn't leave that many tracks of his presence. So as he quietly watched Parker drop into the vault and look around for him, Claude grinned in a vague amusement. It was too bad that they couldn't waste any time fooling around. Shimmering into view, Claude inclined his head towards her in amusement as he glanced back up at the vault.

"I don't think anyone that isn't half sprite would find anything about that easy," Claude said as he grinned at Parker, clapping his hands together as he cast a glance around the vault and the various bags that had been lined up to load out. There were a lot of things stored in here, a lot of temptation for a petty thief like himself, but they had a job to do, and there had been no time to dally.

"So, heave and ho?" Claude asked, smirking as he lifted up one of the bags.

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[info]inafivepoundbag
2009-10-19 03:47 am UTC (link)
Parker couldn't help but smile when Claude appeared. His ability really was far too awesome for her to even properly put into words. In fact, it was one of the few things that Parker actually envied about someone else. Yes she was the best at what she did, and part of that included being able to essentially 'disappear' from an area at a moment's notice. However, Claude could actually disappear. It really was too amazing for words.

"But it's easy," she only half-argued, more simply to reply than any other reason. She knew that most probably wouldn't find sliding through an air duct, on their stomachs, all that simple. Nor half of the other things she could do. But still. It wasn't as though they couldn't learn.

"Sounds like a plan," she agreed, nodding toward the space she'd just come from. "Start sticking them up there. I'll get this last bit bagged up." Her gaze couldn't help but flicker to the other items present in the vault - especially the locked security boxes containing various items from the bank customers. All stored away for safe-keeping. All unknown items, but likely worth some value. All here. For the taking.

Focus! The thought made her blink and she moved almost on autopilot to the last set of bags and piles of cash. "You know what I don't get?" she mused as she opened one of the bags and began tossing in stacks of bills. "Why didn't this guy just rob the bank to start with? Why embezzle slowly? At least if he'd done it all at once, he could live it up before the cops caught him. This way, he just... paid a couple of extra bills and gets to spend the next twenty to life doing hard time because he wanted satellite instead of cable."

She snorted. "People." Then she paused, frowning a bit as she glanced down at the $500 worth of ten dollar bills that she held. The band around it clearly said $500, at least. Tossing it lightly from palm to palm, Parker tilted her head to the side. She held the stack up to her ear and, using her thumb, fanned the bills so she could hear them.

"Huh," she commented, glancing back to Claude. "This one's thirty dollars short."

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Eliot, Claude, and Sophie [final dealings with the manager]
[info]inafivepoundbag
2009-10-14 06:47 am UTC (link)

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ALL [the getaway]
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2009-10-14 06:48 am UTC (link)

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