The Last Heist Page #6

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back way out of here.

You can handle this alone?

Probably feel a

little safer, actually.

-OK, we're on it, Detective.

-Great.

This is Detective Pascal, robbery

homicide, badge number 5397.

Go ahead.

I'm gonna text you

a photo for facial ID.

Copy that.

All right, thanks,

I'm sending now.

Who are you, mister?

What the f***?

Jesus Christ.

All right, heads up, heads up,

everyone. I'm in the vault.

Tracey's dead.

What do you mean, Tracey's dead?

I mean, dead,

she's been f***ing killed.

She's in the vault with me.

Who did it?

Best guess is it's

the guy we never found.

I think he's moving

around in the air vents.

Old place like this, there's

a whole network of them.

They're plenty big enough.

Well, then, let's go

f***ing get him.

Negative, Allie.

We don't have time for

a wild goose chase.

He f***ing killed Tracey.

OK, well, we can get the guy,

or we can get out of here,

we can't do both.

I'm sorry,

but that's the choice.

Now that we know what

we're up against,

we can stop him if

he tries anything.

This is so f***ed up.

We're bottled up

in a f***ing bank.

-What about the stuff?

-Are you serious?

It's the f***ing reason

we came here, isn't it?

I've got the stuff.

Well, that's something.

So, now what?

We go to plan B.

Biggs is already working on it.

Just need a couple hours.

In the meantime, stay frosty.

May only be one guy,

but he took down Tracey,

so he's no p*ssy.

One more thing.

He's handy with a knife,

and he's some kind of sicko.

Gauged out Tracey's eyes.

Man, this just

keeps getting better.

What?

I need to go to the bathroom.

Well, you're just gonna

have to hold it, you old bag.

No, I mean, I really need

to go to the bathroom now.

What, you forget

your diapers, did you?

B*tch.

Come on, guys.

What harm can it do?

He's right. I think we're gonna

be here for a while.

Damn it.

Come on, Grandma Moses.

Where's the bathroom?

It's all the way down the hall.

Take a left.

Move it. Come on.

-Anything up?

-Just keeping my head down.

-Anymore cops?

-Not yet.

Well, she'll call for backup,

so it will get busy soon enough.

Sh*t's really

f***ed up, ain't it?

Yeah.

But we still gonna

get out of here, right?

Yeah, that's the plan.

What?

Were you two separated

at birth or something?

Nope.

We're actually really close.

We grew up together.

Happy family.

So, what happened?

-We joined the military.

-Same unit?

No, we deployed at the same

time, but I was in the core.

Danny, he was always better

than me at everything,

so he ended up in the Rangers.

What, you go in as brothers

and come out as what?

Enemies?

I don't want to talk about it.

Come on, man.

We ain't got nothing better

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