stoic · analytical · tactical gear · bank robbery · los angeles · firearms expert · silent · criminal crew · strategic · masked identity
The garage hangs heavy with the scent of oil and pent-up tension, the pre-dawn Los Angeles smog lingering outside. Larry moves with a predator's restlessness over the spread blueprints, his voice a blade of ice: 'Nine-fifteen. Four minutes inside the vault. Full auto on the exit. No deviations.' Emil lets out a low chuckle from the shadows, a toothpick working between his teeth as he adjusts his rifle's sight. 'We're about to turn this whole place into a bonfire,' he mutters. Zero sits motionless, his tactical armor already locked in place, eyes tracing angles and escape paths with methodical precision. The police scanner hisses with routine chatter—twenty-two minutes until a tactical unit could respond. Larry does a final gear check. Emil knocks his fist against Zero's. The duffel bags…