Private Work

Carrie carefully folded the plans, before passing them on to Job. He had reviewed the interior layout so many times and the two escape routes marked by him that now seemed to be perfectly etched in his memory. Meanwhile, Job was still immersed in his phone, his fingers sliding quickly across the screen, reviewing the movements of the security guards.Carrie watched him silently for a moment, trying to figure out if he was going through important details or just deep into his own thoughts. Feeling his gaze, Job raised his eyes and, with a serious gesture, turned his attention to her.—As for the alarm system inside, I need to oil one of the control panels inside. I'll disable it when we get there. But, in a hurry, I can only delay the alarm warning, maybe we have three minutes to open the safe and get out of here.More than ten years ago, Carrie and Hood were famous and prolific thieves on the streets of New York. Carrie's specialty was stealing cars, driving, and opening safes.—It won't be a problem, only two minutes will suffice. —Carrie applauded and showed the little tool bag in her arms.—You've been out of the game too long, you think you can do it. — Job shook his head and put the phone away. Carrie had been a housewife for over ten years, and to be honest, she was still a little worried.—Stop talking nonsense and let's go —Carrie opened the door.Job let out a sigh, took off his hood, and they both got out of the car and headed quickly to the back door of the insurance company next to them.—Damn, as I missed this, it's like in the old days —Carrie muttered when she saw Job take the decoder out of his backpack and connect it to the door lock.She couldn't help but feel a little nervous about going back to her old job. He turned his neck and looked around.—Relax —Job told him, watching the numbers on the decoder beat quickly — Be cautious and solve problems when they arise. This is how things are done.Carrie took a deep breath several times to calm her heartbeat.— Do you still remember what I told you? We only have three minutes.—Of course it does.— Beep!A soft sound was heard and the door lock was unlocked. Job put away the decoder and opened the door with caution. I put an adhesive tape on the metal insurance pin.—Come on, with so much technology available. Adhesive tape is the best thing you could think of. —said with a smile.Job said nothing, I keep moving through the hall. Following the direction of the drawing in their minds, the two quickly ran to the third floor and walked down the narrow hallway to the finance room.— Are you sure this place keeps cash? —Job took out his tools again.—One hundred percent sure —Carrie answered anxiously — When I met with the people of the insurance company, I saw with my own eyes that the security personnel entered with a bag of bank money. Just as the decoder turned green, she reached out to the door lock to open it, but Job stopped her.—Wait. There is an alarm system inside.Job pulled out his cell phone and controlled the systems remotely, couldn't shut them down completely without alerting the security company, but he could delay the signal long enough to get out with the loot.—Done, remember that the alarm will go off as soon as you enter this office. I'll delay the signal, you have three minutes to open the safe and get out of here.—Understood —Carrie nodded and opened the lock.CADI - Banshee Police BuildingEthan took the two men back to the police station. After several days of intense patrols, he did not know if Proctor's anger had been calmed, but his own frustration was increasing, incidents caused by Proctor's men occurred every day, so they had been very busy.— Come on, if you want to fight you can do it here! —he said, pushing them into the detention room, to close the gate.-The two drunks, who were fighting outside the Sugar Bar, looked at each other, each walked to a corner and sat down.—Shet, I need to rest a little —Siobhan murmured, leaning against the table and raising his arms.—I also want to rest, damn if I find the damn who made Proctor angry, I'll break his face. — exclaimed Brock annoyed at what had happened the last few days.—Starting tomorrow, everything will return to normal —Hood said, leaving the sheriff's office with a cup of coffee —. There have been too many arrests and paperwork these days, at least overtime will be well paid.— Yes! —replied Brock and Siobhan, animated. Emmett also smiled.Ethan flexed his biceps and proposed:—Boss, I think I'm fine. How about we continue?Several balls of paper flew in his direction, and Alma gave him a warning look from afar.— Please, it was a joke! —Ethan surrendered.At that time, a piercing alarm sound came from the computer, followed by a map with flashing red dots.—It is an intrusion alarm, apparently there is a raid on the Loew's Insurance Company —announced Brock, straightening up and moving the mouse.Everyone except Alma left what they were doing and ran away. Soon, the patrol sirens rang, and the police cars left, leaving red and blue flashes, the insurance company was in the city center not far from the police station, so it only took less than two minutes to arrive. the insurance company. Brock rolled down the window and noted:—On the side there is an emergency exit. Hood nodded.—Understood. Ethan and I will go there. You guys go out front.Ethan drove behind the building with Hood. After parking, with Hood covering his back, he leaned forward with the Glock in hand.The back door was uninsured, only sealed with an adhesive tape. The two looked at each other and carefully entered the four-story building, which resonated with the piercing sirens, although otherwise there was no movement.Hood indicated that they should go up, and Ethan understood the signal.They went up the stairs, alert to any unexpected situation. The second floor door was closed so they ignored the space and continued to the third floor.They heard gentle footsteps approaching, and Ethan raised his weapon in the direction of the rapidly descending shadow. With an agile movement, the intruder disarmed him.Ethan did not back down. He advanced, captured the person in black, and threw them toward the corner of the stairs.— Crash!— Ah! —The person screamed in pain. From her tone of voice she quickly deduced that she was a woman.At that time, Ethan ignored his gender and raised his stiff black boot to hit his head.— Ethan, stop! —a low and fast scream was heard.Ethan braked in time and saw that the man in black on the ground was Job. Hood, with the gun ready, was trying to hold back so he wouldn't shoot. The man on the stairs took off his hood, revealing his shiny bald head. Job looked at him and Hood helplessly.Ethan put away his gun and passed Job without saying anything, understanding the identity of the woman on the ground. Hood reacted quickly and followed him, maintaining tactical silence, as if no one had seen the other side.Job helped Carrie up and they both ran downstairs to get out of the building.Job held Carrie by the shoulders so that she could escape from the insurance company and finally gave a sigh of relief after returning to the car.— Ugh! —Carrie took off her hood and coughed twice in pain.To prepare for possible attacks, he had actually been secretly training for the past few years. But she didn't expect Ethan to lift her up like a rag doll in a second, leaving her unable to defend herself. When she was thrown heavily to the ground, she felt as if her internal organs were shaking. If Job hadn't arrested Ethan in time, he was afraid they would have smashed her to pieces.— Mider!Shit!Shit! —Job hit the wheel hard and ripped the vehicle off, upset —. I told you it was a bad idea.—Close your mouth and get us out of here, damn it —Carrie replied with a sharp pain in her back while clenching her teeth —. Didn't you say the alarm system had been disarmed?—Go to hell, don't blame me! —replied Job excitedly as he stepped on the gas —. How many times did I tell you? We had only three minutes, but you didn't want to leave. It took you too long to open the fucking safe — buffo —Just drive —Carrie hissed — Ethan, that bastard threw me very hard ...— And what did you want me to kill you? —Job stepped on the gas like a maniac — Think about how to explain this later to everyone; I'm not going to cover your back on this matter, I told you this was a bad idea.After Ethan intercepted Job, he opened the fire door on the third floor. The sirens still sounded penetrating, but at that moment he let his guard down and pretended to search around him. Hood followed, rummaging through the boxes with his unflappable expression.— Did you find something?On the other side, dense steps were heard; several figures ran up from another staircase. Siobhan discovered them and lowered his weapon.—No, there is nothing that seems to have fled.—So it seems —Ethan replied, opening the door to the room where a safe was open in the corner, leaving only a few documents, but no cash in sight.—Secure the scene and review what clues we can find —Hood ordered with a livid face.Brock nodded. The always distant sergeant finally began to integrate. There was a robbery in his jurisdiction, and he could not remain indifferent.Soon, insurance company personnel also arrived at the scene, but obtained no leads. When it comes to security, Job is the most cautious person Hood has ever met, so the fact that he had been blocked was already surprising. There would be no evidence left on the scene.Ethan accompanied the insurance company staff to review the surveillance and discovered that the recordings were just a video that was repeated in an interchangeable loop. Hood asked Siobhan to take pictures of the crime scene, collected some evidence, and returned home. The following would be simple: they would review everything calmly.After many comings and goings, they returned to the police station to finish the job. Hood gestured and everyone retired.Ethan and Hood, with a tacit understanding, headed to the Davis Bar, where there were still some clients. Job and Carrie were sitting at the bar, drinking quietly in silence.Seeing them enter, Sugar felt confused; the two people who had just arrived did not say a word and only immersed themselves in the drink.—Sugar, serve us something strong. — Hood said, hitting the table while sitting, tired.Sugar took out two glasses, served half a glass of whiskey in each, took one, and slipped it across the bar. The cup slipped until Ethan grabbed it and sat next to Job.—This is the last round of the night, this old man needs to go rest. —Hood said out loud to the rest of the customers. There were some complaints, but it was almost closing time. The remaining drinkers, though unhappy, paid and retired, no one wanted trouble with the Sheriff.Ethan sipped his drink, got up, and closed the bar door before returning to his seat. Everyone was silent except Sugar, who, although he did not understand the situation, but knew that it was not a good thing to see Job's expression.Job stared at a framed photo of Sugar winning a championship, as Carrie's long hair fell, covering her face, drinking Long Island iced tea through a straw.Ethan lit a cigarette, releasing a puff of smoke while drinking. After a few more drinks, Hood broke the suffocating silence:—I thought we were a team. Since when do they exclude me, Ethan and Sugar?Sugar was stunned, looked at Carrie and Job with an annoying expression, and had his glass of whiskey.After another moment of silence, Carrie raised her head and, with an inscrutable expression, replied:—It is not what you think.— How is that? Weren't you the ones who were robbing the insurance company tonight? —Hood replied, staring at her.—I needed the money.—We all need money, that's why we work together. This way we avoid risks.—It is not just for money.— So what is it? —Hood did not look down.Carrie took a deep breath and looked at Sugar — My son is seriously ill and needs surgery, the insurance will not pay for it and with the last job he did not have enough.The bar was silent again as Sugar nodded slowly.—If that was it, you could tell us and we would help you —Hood said drinking his wine, helpless —. At least before acting, could you have had the courtesy to let me know?Carrie was upset and embarrassed. He clenched his teeth.— Why do I need your permission?Hood left his glass hard.—I don't care if he does it elsewhere, but not here in Banshee. If you do this again, maybe you won't be so lucky and you won't meet Ethan and me, but another one of my boys from the police station. What will you do?—You took a huge risk. And for what? How much did you steal 100,000? 200,000? Don't forget you just got out of prison.— your boys? They're just a bunch of losers —Carrie replied mockingly, looking at Hood —, are you listening? Do you really think you're a police chief? you're a damn ex-con, you don't want to come judge me.Ethan hit the cigarette, shaking off the ashes, as he watched her.Carrie noticed Ethan's harsh expression, her heart shrunk, and the pain in her back worsened. Sadly asked:— What! Do you have any opinionEthan crushed the butt —. Go to hell Carrie, I'm not your fucking ex-boyfriend, so I don't have to listen to this shit. So I suggest you think your words well before speaking to me.Carrie remembered the time he had thrown her, feeling fear. He pursed his lips, breathing deeply.— Calm down, everyone! No need for this —Sugar quickly intervened upon perceiving the tension.Ethan got up and, pointing to Carrie, said:—For me you can go to hell, and if you ever speak ill of my friends again I will put your head under my boot, no matter what Hood says.He finished his glass, slapped Job on the shoulder, and left the bar.