The Hurricane Heist Page #4

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You've gotta come get us.

Hey, Xander,

they're coming to get you.

I don't understand,

if you've always been

so afraid of these storms,

how the hell you ended up

with this job.

You could at least be

in some nice, dry TV studio.

Up next we have weatherman, Willie

bringing you news of a big

storm across the gulf.

Right, thank you, Casey.

Yeah, that's right,

we got 500 miles of Armageddon on its way

to crush your house and destroy your life.

All joking aside,

that is case number one for man-made

climate change, the ocean warming.

It just gives more and more

energy to these hurricanes.

Right now the limit's Cat 5.

Pretty soon it's gonna be Cat 6 and 7

and so on and so forth.

By that time you're killing

hundreds of thousands of people.

If we can just figure out

their secrets, you know,

me and my colleagues, people like us,

we could mitigate how these storms occur,

maybe even stop them altogether.

It seems...

It seems real personal for you.

Yeah, I just hope you never have to watch

someone you love die

right in front of your eyes.

I have.

Back in Utah.

I made a bad decision, got someone killed.

I'm sorry to hear that, Casey.

It's like a weight you never

really put down, do you?

No, you do not.

They're here, come on!

Oh, God.

Come on, man. Come on. Come on.

That tower's definitely active.

Has to be them.

Probably, but we got winds of 143.

That's a Cat 4. No way we can

work on it up there.

What if we bring it down to us?

There's a pretty serious winch

on this thing.

You think it could do the job?

That's one idea.

- Okay.

- Hey, where are you going?

I can handle a cable,

but I can't handle that peashooter

in case we get company.

I need you to stay here

and watch my back for me.

- All right.

- This is the winch.

- Out, in.

- Copy.

- Be careful.

- You too.

Jeez.

Will!

Will!

Oh, my God.

Casey, kill the lights!

- What?

- Kill the lights!

Oh, no! Kill the lights!

Wait. Go back.

Somebody's up there.

Sh*t!

Jaqi, stay back.

The numbers are coming in.

- How many numbers to the code?

- 33.

Here they come. Six...

Okay, this'll take

a little bit of time,

- so just be patient.

- I can be patient for $600 million.

- Jaqi.

- Connor, wait.

She's gone, man. She's gone.

We gotta move. Now!

Go get that woman. I'll cover you. Go on.

Can't you make it go any faster?

It's a computer.

It's working at the speed

of light, thank you, Rice.

The spikes! The spikes!

- What?

- Shoot the spikes!

- Thirty-six...

- Four more.

- Sixteen...

- Okay, we've got three more to go.

We've got one more...

What?

Yes! Yeah, hell, yeah!

Oh, jeez...

I'm out of ammo. We gotta go.

We're still tethered to the tower.

- We're sitting ducks.

- Watch out!

You work here. Get us unhooked.

I'll hold them off.

With what?

- It froze.

- I can see that, shithead.

The line's been cut.

- Way to go, Casey.

- What'd you say?

I said, "Way to go, Casey."

Stop!

- Rice, let him go.

- Let him go!

Stop it!

Rice, stop!

Whoa.

Oh, jeez.

Come on.

Got it.

Perkins, let's get out of here

or I'm going to die!

We're unhooked.

God damn that hick.

Lucky timing, I guess.

It's here in my notes.

The vault's a Pollock Ajax.

One wrong entry and it shuts

down for 48 hours.

Yep, that's what I thought.

Now grok this...

It's a two-integer number...

So after the initialization,

I analyzed the previous numbers.

It's a partial Fibonacci sequence. See?

Apply it forward and it'll narrow

the probability of the 33rd number.

All right, we got

two civilians, possibly armed.

We got at least three hostiles,

all with P90s.

And they got Moreno.

- Get us out of here. We'll take them.

- Yes, sir.

Holy sh*t.

He's trying to free the soldiers.

I've had to go for two hours.

All this water.

Good idea.

Let me get this straight.

You're the only one with the code

and that's why they need you?

Right.

- Why don't you do it?

- Why don't I what?

Open the safe. It's not your money.

I can't.

"Can't" is not an answer.

I just can't. That's the job

right now, as shitty as it is.

- You don't understand.

- I think I do.

You can't just walk

into a hostage negotiation...

You wanna beat them at their own game,

but they need you alive,

so it's a safe game for you.

I can't say the same for me and Breeze.

He could lose his life 'cause

you want your old job back.

No.

I'd say that's right on the money.

Will, listen, as long as I have the code,

they don't have the money.

As long as they don't have

the money, the hostages live.

If they get it,

they kill all the witnesses.

- Follow me.

- Wha...

- What?

- Come on.

- I'm following a damn weatherman.

- You'll learn to love it.

- You okay, boss?

- No way am I okay.

Arm's busted. Get me some Vicodin.

Get him in! Get him in!

You all right?

What happened? Where's the fed?

We couldn't bring her in.

The storm was the other side of hell.

Where's Xander? Where's my brother?

He didn't make it.

- What do you mean?

- He's dead, man.

Jaqi, too. Both of them.

Who did it?

The fed. That b*tch.

No, no, don't, don't.

Listen to me, Rice. Listen.

If we don't get the money,

they both died for nothing

and we're left with nothing.

That's all we got left, me and you,

the money, okay? Come on.

You know, there's a strange

irony in all this.

It was us who planned

to use the hurricane,

and by some crazy twist of fate,

we collide with somebody

who knows it better than us.

Boys.

What the hell?

Simple. The sheriff had a plan

within a plan all along.

It's like I said,

fate works in crazy ways.

Like when I was sitting

in a bar on my own,

bitching about my lot in life,

and right next to me was another man

doing the same thing.

What are you telling me this for?

I was there, you idiot.

Well, not such an idiot.

Obviously.

Everything was planned perfectly.

All we needed was one little hurricane.

But you screwed it up,

'cause you didn't have the balls

to pull this off in the right way,

so everything went sideways.

Well, I'm taking over now.

Boys, we gonna get that gal

and cattle-prod her privates

until she gives us the code.

And after that,

the money's all mine.

You hear?

You hear me loud and clear, boy?

- No! No! Hold your fire!

- Don't move!

Well, that was loud and very clear.

I have a proposal.

Speak your piece.

Stick with me...

and I'll bonus you all

at 20 million apiece.

I don't mind partners,

but I do hate witnesses.

What's it gonna be?

Well, I think we can work with that.

But there will be no money to split...

unless we can get that woman

in here to open that vault.

It sounds insane.

You really think this could work, this...

- Pressure inversion.

- Right.

It's risky, but it's

the best chance we've got.

- Those are some slim odds.

- Make the call.

Come in. This is Agent Corbyn.

Do you read me? Over.

Casey.

Nice of you to check in.

Didn't peg you for a traitor, Connor.

Guess you can forget about

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