#gonna start relying on dice rolls to play the guards and stuff ilke this!!

[reubyocs]

With the all clear from Payday, V drives the van into the carpark. There's this soft, excited smile on his face as he steers the vehicle towards the down ramp. On the side of the wall, closest to the casino, there's a steel garage door. V attempts to line up the van with the card scanner, but finds he's a little too far away. With a sigh, V unbuckles his seatbelt and leans out of the window, swiping his access card on the scanner.

"Here we go!" V sings as the garage doors begin to roll up. Slowly, he rolls the van into the concrete corridor. A light just inside the tunnel goes red, indicating that the van needs to stop. Gently, V brings the van to a halt, waiting on permission to proceed.

"Okay. You're there to drop chips off." Doomsday speaks over the earpiece. There's the loud squeaking of the garage door behind them that's now starting to roll down. "Your PIN is 61923037. Remember that. 61923037. Over." V begins to mouth the numbers to himself, hoping to commit them to memory.

"Roger that Doomsday. Over." Now that the garage doors have rolled down behind them, the green light goes on, signalling to V that he can continue his way down the weird, twisting tunnel. "This is the easy bit, just act chill when we get to this first mantrap." V speaks as he reaches the end of the tunnel. There's a room with two armed guards standing there. They begin to gesture for V to drive the van into the mantrap.

"Hello there!" V speaks cheerfully as looks out of his drivers side window. "Just here to drop off some chips." One of the men does a loop around the van, checking to see if there's anything out of place. Fortunately, everything is in order.

"Yep. We got you here on the list." Speaks the other man, who's examining his clipboard. The man who did the loop around the van, is watching Payday rather closely. V notices this, feeling an unease build in his stomach. After a moment of silence, the man looks back up to V. "We need your PIN to confirm your delivery." V smiles, preparing to recite the number.

"Of course. It's 61923037." V speaks with great confidence. The guard checks over his list, repeating the number to himself.

"Alright, go on through. Park in Bay 6 and head down to the vault. I'll let them know you're on the way." The doors ahead of them began to slide open, allowing the van to proceed. Following the guards instructions, V pulls into Bay 6,

"When you two get out the van and head down to the vault. Try and make some normal conversation with each other." LJT speaks. "It'll make you look like you're both good with each other and stop the guards from wondering if you're a bit sus." V nods, as though he thinks LJT can see him.

"Alright. We'll grab the duffle bags from the back of the van and we'll go down the stairs." V speaks to Payday as he pops open his door, hopping down to the ground with a quiet thud. Again, the man who had been staring at Payday continues to do that, but from a distance. V notices this as he makes his way to the back, attempting to make a note on their appearance. Now's not the time to relay this information to the gang in the arcade. However, now is the time to sound like normal, non-thief like people.

"Dude, I found this really great Japanese restaurant a few days ago." V speaks as he slips his own duffle bag onto his shoulder. There's the sound of chips shifting from one side of the bag to the other. "They make such a great gyudon. That's my favourite comfort food. Whats your favourite food?" While he is genuinely interested in what Payday's favourite food is, he also knows he has to remain serious.

Whenever Payday is ready with her duffle bag, he'll guide her over to the stairwell.

It's difficult for Thursday to say what constitutes as "recently" when time flows so wonkily in the offices. She ends up saying, "Hmm, yeah, I'd say it's been fairly recently. Probably within the last couple months or something like that, haha. Been busy since having the baby so it's hard for me to keep track of things like what day it is anymore."

The topic about the trophy is one she can discuss a whole lot easier, though. Her eyes light up and she starts gesturing a lot more with her hands, her overall demeanor becoming more animated. "This casino sounds really stupid, V! If you've robbed it multiple times and here you come again, haha! They should like, keep all their money in an off-site location or something. But then I suppose you'd probably figure out where that is and break into there too. You're like a rat, clever little guy, who always knows how to break into things. Or a raccoon! Raccoons are super clever. They're always figuring out how to get into everybody's trash - except we aren't stealing trash, but you get my point."

It seems kinda ridiculous for Thursday to be sitting there laughing up a storm when she's about to go pull off a heist with a bunch of criminals... but at the same time, it doesn't feel ridiculous to her at all. The real ridiculous thing was spending her life following rules and being a goodie two-shoes, thinking if she ever did anything wrong she'd be in big trouble and would never be able to fix it and would be forever trying to pay back some kind of invisible debt against... who, she didn't even know, against her parents, against the law, against God, whoever, it just made her afraid to break out and do anything.

Well. Laughing about what trophy to make someone for repeatedly robbing the same casino is a lot more fun than chaining yourself to an 8-5 job where your soul slowly gets sucked out through companywide meetings, pizza parties, and emails from scummy coworkers.

"Here's what I propose," she continues, giggling, her eyes star bright with joy. "You get one of those big glass-cut stars. No. Swarovski crystal. A giant like, foot-tall block of Swarovski crystal cut in the shape of a star, super sparkly, super shiny, kinda see-through, and the base is covered in even more Swarovski crystals, smaller ones that really make it pop. And naturally there has to be a gold plate on there somewhere, right? Gotta have a solid gold plate on there, whatever the best karat rating is - I don't know much about karats and gold except that it's gold, okay, so, a gold plate, and that's where we boast your Achievement of Bettin' Man: Stole More Than I Ever Won At Casinos or something like that, or something like You Can Either Win Some or Lose Some or Steal it All, ehehehehe. Some silly catch phrase, you know? Eh- Hey that's really rude, people should really figure out better ways of directing their anger than flipping off random people on the highway who may or may not be packing heat, you know what I'm saying? Hehe. Anyway. Those are some ideas! So keep your eyes peeled for something like it to appear in your mailbox once this is all done."

She's still in the middle off giggling when the call comes in, and then she quiets down in a hurry and tries her very best to put on her most serious face, which for her just makes her look constipated.

She gives V a little salute. "Yes sir, I've got it. And absolutely, I'm 100% in this. You guys are my team now! You trusted me to be here, and I'm gonna carry through with my end of things. Let's do this!"