NOVEL NEXT Chapter 38: Fast and Fabulous
After Carrie got out of the car, Ethan and Hood immediately got into the truck.
Inside the empty body were several packages with spray-painted numbers. Ethan opened his package according to the number Job assigned him. He was surprised to discover that, in addition to a set of black clothes, a hat and gloves, even a new pair of boots were prepared according to his personal size.
—I guess I can't underestimate these robbers —he thought.
Hood was the first to take off his shirt. In the lower back, a long scar was clearly seen extending from the waist to the hip.
Noticing Ethan's gaze, Hood smiled and said:
—A gift from Rabbit from my time in prison.
—I think that person's fate must be worse than yours —Ethan said as he reached out, took off the police badge and threw it in his bag.
Hood's movements stopped for a moment, as if he were trapped in a memory, and then he said slowly:
—If you do the math, she would be 15 years old this year.
The conversation ended quickly, and Ethan put the prepared clothes on the package and then randomly tucked his uniform inside.
He put on his hood, adjusted the gloves, then slapped Hood on the shoulder and got out of the car first.
After waiting a while, Hood also got out of the car.
— Are you ready? —Sugar rubbed his hands, and his voice turned off rang in the air.
Hood raised his finger and touched his ear.
—You are ready. There is still some time left. Did you put on the headphones?
Sugar touched her ears and nodded.
—Okay, so go to the place we agreed and wait. Pay attention to answer the phone and prepare to answer at any time. There will be no police here at this time.
Noticing Ethan's gaze, Hood quickly changed his words:
—Okay, no other police will appear. Siobhan is on call at home, Lotus must be with a stripper on his legs right now and Emmett should have been Philadelphia with his wife.
Seeing Sugar nod repeatedly, Hood continued:
—This is the first time for you and Ethan, but don't worry, it will be an easy job.
—In addition to Job, the truck driver is our type. Tonight he is wearing it, and you know what to do .. For your safety you can't do anything too obvious, but you will get the truck to follow its route just enough for us to get closer, in the truck Job will open the doors and we will get the money out without the other guard noticing.
— Any other questions?
After seeing everyone shake their heads, Hood rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch.
—It is almost time. Job is already here. Let's go.
After seeing Sugar walk away, Ethan and Hood quickly climbed into the F150's box. After fixing their positions, they lay down on the metal plate.
After a while, Ethan felt the car's body vibrate and the leaves above his sight receded rapidly.
— Not that I mistrusted but can she do it? —Ethan turned to Hood and asked out loud.
Hood replied out loud:
—No problem, your driving skills are top notch, don't worry.
— Really? Why did not know? —Ethan asked.
The rear glass had been removed from the cabin. Carrie clearly heard what they said and responded out loud. Then he reached out and hit the metal of the car over their heads, to get ready.
After a while, Carrie's voice rang:
—I see the target, Job, can you hear me?
Carrie patted the car's body, and Ethan and Hood quickly turned around and bent down. The F150 was driving fast on Highway 80, and the wind and waves caused by high-speed driving hit their faces. A large body was not far away. The warehouse truck appeared in front of them.
—Of course I can hear it. —Job's voice rang in the headphones.
—Job, hurry up and open the truck door and let's do this quickly — I said Carrie
The next moment, Job kicked open the back door of the speedy stock truck ahead. Job wore the uniform of the Kinaho tribe security personnel and was standing in the escort vehicle, while the wind howled in the vehicle.
After pressing his cap by hand, he grabbed the top of the car door with one hand, greeted them quickly, and ordered:
—Hold on- scream carrie.
Ethan and Hood looked at each other and bent down quickly.
Carrie ignored them and quickly turned the wheel, making a skillful cooperation between her hands and feet. The tires screeched and the Ford F150 quickly lost direction under operation.
As the body swayed quickly, Ethan firmly grabbed the side of the car with his arms. Hood was unable to bend down and tripped, but was held by Ethan's arm.
The body stabilized quickly, and at that time the rear of the F150 was in front of the tank car.
Carrie adjusted the angle and stepped on the gas. The F150 quickly backed away and approached Job.
As the tires turned frantically, the two cars gradually approached.
When Carrie was driving the car and was still more than a meter away from the tank car, she kept her distance and couldn't get any closer. A little carelessness at that time would result in a car accident and death.
As soon as Ethan got up, a large yellow package flew at him and he quickly reached out to hold him firmly.
The feeling of heaviness caused Ethan's blood to suddenly rise. He threw the package at Hood, then calculated the distance, glowed, and jumped into the tank car first.
Hood had no choice but to stay at the F150 and watch them enthusiastically.
Inside the tank vehicle were piled up with a dozen bags of yellow cloth.
Job was picking up a heavy package and throwing it into the back bucket of the F150 behind him.
Seeing Ethan jump, Job quickly shouted:
— Quick, we're running out of time!
After Ethan stood firm, he quickly ran and jumped into the truck and took two bags to throw at Hood, the yellow bags flew in a bow, and Hood quickly caught them.
At that moment, the security guard sitting in the passenger seat noticed the movement behind him in the rearview mirror, soon he was alarmed by increasing speed.
The tank car shook violently. Job lost his balance and fell out of the truck. He looked in horror at the rapidly moving ground.
As soon as Job closed his eyes, instead of the expected intense pain, a huge force pulled him into the car.
—Damn —Job fell back into the escort car sweating cold and became grateful to Ethan.
Soon one of the guards opened his door taking half a body out of the truck and started shooting at the truck.
—Come on, your first —said Ethan lifting Job up and screaming.
Hood screamed and continued to jump into the escort vehicle.
— What do you want to do? We don't have time —Job pressed the package to his side with his hand and screamed anxiously.
Just as Hood ignored him and wanted to continue, Ethan quickly reached out his hand, and pushed him toward the doors so they could jump in and out of there, Ethan was the last one to jump with a yellow bag in his hands, they had left nothing for the casino.
— What are you waiting for? Let's go!
As he spoke, he pulled the Beretta out of the back of his waist, turned to the side, and fired several shots in the direction of the driver's seat in the tank car, breaking the rearview mirror to cause some trouble for the spy.
— Shit! What are you doing? Let's go! —Hood exclaimed, seeing the distance between the tank truck and his, annoyed.
Ethan ignored it. After Carrie straightened the Ford F150 and turned toward the planned fork in the road, he inserted his Beretta M9 at the waist and said:
—You didn't follow the plan, you were irrational.
Hood, still a little irrational, insisted:
—I could do it, I still had time.
—Fuck. If the driver were not our internal agent, he could have killed us just by braking, the heist had to be quick so that he could explain later that he had no time to react.
Job quickly intervened:
—You two calm down, what's done is done.
Hood, somewhat embarrassed, reached out:
—Sorry, I shouldn't have.
Ethan patted him:
—Okay, calm down.
He stood up, poked his head out of the cabin and said to Carrie:
—Hurry up, we have to get there with Sugar fast.
Carrie nodded and stepped on the gas.
—Sugar, get ready, we're close —Hood's voice echoed in the headphones.
—No problem, I've been waiting a long time —Sugar replied excitedly.
Ethan looked at his watch and then glanced back.
— What are you looking at? —Hood asked, leaning over.
Ethan took a can of gasoline that was in the passenger seat and, as he turned the lid, said:
—The casino is not far. If they react quickly, the Tribe police will already be on their way. We have to move.
Before long, Carrie drove the Ford F150 to the reserved location. Before the car stopped completely, Ethan and the others threw the packages on the ground. The loud noise of the bundles full of money broke the silence.
Hood and Job quickly jumped out of the car. Ethan took the can of gasoline and started spraying the vehicle.
When he was ready, he threw the can into the car and drove away, picking up two remaining bags from the ground.
Hood took a silver lighter out of his pocket. He turned it on and, with a quick movement, launched it into the Ford F150, which was soon engulfed in flames.
Job led the way, loading a package while running downhill, followed by the others. Upon reaching the stream, they quickly crossed the water, splashing everything around them.
At that time, the sound of motorcycles was heard on the nearby road. The shots began, hitting the trees and blowing up the bark.
Ethan turned suddenly and saw a man in a jacket and black helmet shooting with a small submachine gun from across the river.
— Take this! —Ethan yelled, throwing the package at Hood, as he pulled out his Beretta M9 and returned fire.
The motorcyclist dodged and shot from behind a tree. The bullets flew while Ethan tried to cover himself.
Hood and the others were running uphill. Before getting in the car, Job whistled at Ethan.
Ethan replaced the magazine and ran, shooting randomly as he jumped into the car.
Sugar stepped on the gas, pulling them away quickly.
Soon after, the motorcyclist arrived at the scene, threw the submachine gun and took off his helmet. Her black hair fell softly. She was the woman Ethan had met outside the bar, Nola Longshadow.
He bit his lip, looking at the remaining smoke remains of the car.
Inside the car, Hood turned to Ethan and slapped him on the shoulder:
—We did it, right?
Sugar, smiling, stroked one of the packages.
— hey, hey, eyes on the road! —everyone warned him in unison.
Sugar laughed and concentrated on the steering wheel.
Meanwhile, Ethan and Hood began to rush off their clothes. Ethan looked at Job and asked:
— What do we do with this?
Job shook his head.
—Leave it here, we won't take care of that later.
Ethan put on his police uniform, adjusted his boots, and as the car stopped in the middle of the road where he had left his patrol, he said goodbye with a gesture. He opened the door and left, watching the car drive away.
He lit a cigarette and walked calmly through the woods back to the patrol car.
After smoking the cigarette in his hand, Ethan leaned back in the car.
At that moment the radio rang.
—Ethan, we received a report that a robbery occurred on Route 80 and that the Kinaho Casino security van was stolen ...
—Copied, I will be there immediately.
After adjusting the uniform in the rearview mirror, Ethan started the vehicle and left.
Before reaching his destination, he could see a cloud of black smoke rising in the distance. Ethan walked over and saw several cars parked on the spot.
He stopped the police car, and the Ford F150 from before was still engulfed in flames.
Security personnel from the Kinaho Tribe Police Department and the Casino had already arrived at the scene before them. People passed under the slope, and many people looked for clues below.
Alex was next to the burning vehicle with a gloomy face and the light of fire dancing in his eyes.
Just as Ethan was about to approach, Alex turned his head and looked at him with eyes full of anger.
Ethan, sensible, didn't get into trouble. He grabbed the radio and contacted other people.
Soon after, Siobhan and Hood also arrived at the scene.
Hood winked at Ethan and the two walked downhill together, pretending to look for clues.
Along with Alex's people, they made the escape scene even more complicated, and the water, originally clear from the stream, was clouded by the steps.
At that moment, Siobhan screamed from above, and they quickly approached.
The fire at the Ford F150 was extinguished. As soon as the fire department left, Alex took his men to check it out.
It was a shame that the vehicles were seriously burned and no clues were found. Alex kicked the body angrily, making a muffled sound.
—These people were very precise in their approach and know the terrain very well.
Siobhan hit the pen in his hand and looked at Hood.
—So they moved the money here and burned the car —Siobhan asked.
Hood nodded and approached Alex.
— How much was stolen from you?
Seeing the Banshee Police Department sergeant in front of him, Alex prepared himself and said:
—It is not yet clear. They stole most of the cash in the truck and then fled from here across the river. Surely they already had someone waiting for them.
Hood continued asking:
—My men and I went down the river to check it out and found signs of exchange of fire. It was obvious that someone caught up with this group of people from behind. Is this one of yours? What do you know about this gunman?
—Sorry, I don't know anything about that matter, I can't help you —Alex took the information provided by his subordinates.
—According to what you informed us, there was someone else in the truck who disappeared with the thieves. Does a security guard have any information about him?
Hood crossed his arms and continued asking:
— Any surveillance video log?
—The server was infected with a virus this morning, all backup data was corrupted and all video recordings were lost in the last 24 hours.
Seeing Alex's silence, the men behind him responded.
— Where's the lost money? Is there any traceable information, serial number, special mark? —asked Siobhan who continued to record with a pen, then raised his head and asked.
Alex's men shook their heads.
—Nothing, the money came out of the gaming tables.
Hearing this, Siobhan reluctantly left the pen and notebook in his hand. There were no clues, so how could I investigate?
Hood looked at Alex.
— Do you have any idea who might have done this?
Alex clenched his teeth, the murderous intention shone in his eyes, then he forced a smile and said to Hood:
—Sheriff, thanks for coming for the help, but I have nothing more to tell you. If you'll excuse me I have a lot to do.
After he finished speaking, he hurried away with his men.
Not long after Alex left, people from the tribe's Police Department greeted them and left, leaving only a few people from the Banshee Department on site.
Siobhan looked at the notebook in his hand. There were only a few lines of words and he said helplessly.
—There is nothing that can be used. He notified us only by protocol or if we knew anything about it. Seeing what he didn't tell us, he surely wanted to solve it himself.- Ethan exclaimed.
—Please, of course. We were the last to arrive. —Siobhan took over, looked at Hood and said — Before this, his people had already arrived, and it was obvious that they did not want us to interfere.
—Okay, he has the last word on his casino. Siobhan make the corresponding reports. .
In this situation, Hood laughed to himself and then asked them to leave and do what they had to do.
Ethan had no further communication with Hood, said goodbye to them, left first, and continued patrol work today.
In the afternoon, after work, Ethan returned home, got on his Dodge Challenger, and went to a city supermarket.
He held the supermarket cart and went directly to the supermarket bottle rack. Here, if the requirements are not too high, there are many liqueurs worth more than ten dollars, and the taste is good in all respects.
Ethan did not have the patience to choose and choose. Anyway, the prices were more or less the same, so he took a bottle of Whiskey, because he thought he had a fancy bottle and put it in the cart.
After a while, the cart was full of bottles of liquor.
A passing aunt looked at the wine bottles in Ethan's cart and gave him a look of disgust.
In the eyes of the woman just now, he thought Ethan was an alcoholic.
He smiled, and it seemed to be true. Since he found out that his alcohol resistance has improved a lot, he basically takes a few drinks after work every day, as a routine thing.
Upon paying, the cashier saw Ethan's young appearance and asked him to show his ID.
After paying the bill, when Ethan pushed the cart into the parking lot, he saw Brock's truck parked in front of the nearby donut shop.
He moved the wine from the cart to the trunk, closed the car door, applauded, and walked to the donut shop.
—Brock, why don't you go home?
Brock was eating on a bench outside the donut shop and there was a huge glass of Coca-Cola next to him.
Brock looked up and saw Ethan sitting across from him. After chewing twice, he replied angrily:
— Go back and watch TV alone? For what.
—A friend moved into a new house and invited me to dinner. Do you want to come?
Ethan knew that Brock had divorced his wife due to work problems, so he looked at her pitiful gaze and asked:
— Man or woman? —Brock's eyes lit up.
Ethan honestly replied:
—Woman.
— How many are there? —Brock's eyes lit up even more.
Ethan continued to answer honestly:
—One.
—Forget it —Brock's eyes darkened —. You better go to Savoy Gentlemen's Club alone.
At that moment, the glass door of the donut shop opened violently.
— It's a robbery, everyone, stay still!