The Last Heist Page #3

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Officers need assistance.

Copy, clear.

You're gonna be OK, buddy.

Jesus.

-How's it look?

-Not good.

You're all right.

I can patch him up, but...

Yeah, I know.

What's going on out there?

We heard shots.

cops are here.

Christ.

It's OK, they're outside.

We're inside.

We planned for this.

Just chill.

Put your hand up.

-Biggs.

-Yeah?

It's time.

We're gonna need a stitch man.

There's lead in him.

They're not gonna stop

him from bleeding.

It'll be all right.

The eye is the

lamp of your body.

So, if the eye is healthy, your

whole body will be full of light.

But if the eye is bad, your whole

body will be full of darkness.

If then, the light

in you is darkness,

how great then, is the darkness?

I did the best I could do.

-He needs a hospital.

-Yeah, I know.

OK, you stay here.

Just keep watch.

If we start killing cops,

things will get messy.

Sh*t's already messy.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go to the vault

and sort this sh*t out.

Stop, Biggs.

You mother f***.

We're getting jumpy back here.

What the hell is going on?

Cops.

They shot Rick.

What the f***?

Somebody must

have made a call.

A call?

That f***ing Danny.

I knew he was up to something.

I'm gonna kill him.

It's best not to, OK?

We need all the hostages.

For what? We're making a last

stand at the f***ing Alamo here?

No, we need time.

Time? Time for what?

Biggs has got a plan.

I've always got a plan, AJ.

What's in your bag?

What do you mean?

Wait, what about Tracey?

Did she get the stuff?

Better ask Paul.

He's looking into it.

Looking into what?

What the f***, Biggs?

Screw this, we

should rush 'em.

Are you kidding?

-Well, we've got shotguns in the car.

-Yeah.

What, do you guys have

a death wish or something?

There's at least three guys

in there with M4's

who aren't afraid to use them,

and probably more inside.

Not to mention an unknown

number of hostages.

God, what did they teach you about

hostage situations at the academy?

-Deploy overwhelming force.

-Yeah.

You two don't look

so overwhelming.

So, what, we just sit

here and wait for backup?

Look, you guys

want to be useful?

Why don't you go

check the perimeter?

See if there's a

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

to do for the next hour or so.

Go ahead, humor me.

Other than dodge

a f***ing psycho

serial killer on the loose?

Yeah, there's that.

Wait, this is the men's room.

So take a f***ing

dump in the urinal. F***ing bag.

Thank you, b*tch.

Well, we both saw some

pretty f***ed up sh*t.

At least, I know I did, and I think

Danny had the same, maybe worse.

We both came back in

one piece, but you know,

something like

that changes a man.

Lot of vets are really

f***ed up in the head.

Me, I just learned that

life is short and crappy,

and you gotta take what you

can while you can, you know?

Hence the life of crime.

Yeah.

And your brother?

I guess after all

the mayhem and chaos,

he just wanted something

with structure in his life.

A little bit of order.

Did he know?

About you, before today?

No, no, I don't...

Nah, not really.

He knew I fell off the map.

So, let me get this straight.

While we out here doing all

this felonious bullshit,

your brother playing superhero

holding back the tides of chaos.

I never pegged you

for a philosopher,

but yeah, I guess, I guess we're

two sides of the same coin.

Time's up, old woman.

For f***, I'm coming in.

Having a few problems, are ya?

F***.

I'm coming in,

you son of a b*tch.

Come on, Allie, what the f***?

I don't think

they're coming back.

Shut the f*** up.

They've been gone a long time.

Something's moving

around up there.

You don't know sh*t.

I know you need to keep

your eye on that vent.

I know you need to

shut your f***ing mouth

and let me handle this, OK?

Just trying to help.

Boss.

They're everywhere.

So it begins.

Biggs, update.

I'm about done here,

machine room's next.

Time.

I'll know when I get there.

Took you long enough.

Yeah, we had to

stop for donuts.

So, what do we got, Detective?

Well, we've got multiple

perps with automatic weapons.

They know how to use

them, too, so I'm thinking

it's some kind of

military background.

-Possible hostages.

-Any comms?

No, not yet, but I

did talk to one of 'em.

Yeah, I know.

That photo you

e-mailed really got 'em

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