Silas checked his watch. 9 am. From the black car parked down the street, a couple of blocks away from the bank, he had a clear view of who entered and left its premises. So far, only five have entered: two businessmen, a woman in a suit, an old lady and a young man. None of them seemed like the types to try and be a hero, so Silas knew they wouldn't be having a problem. He turned to Slanie, who sat at the driver's seat and was talking to their colleagues. "Is everything a go?" he asked, a heavy British accent coating his words.

Slanie turned away from the call and chuckled. "Of course," she said, attempting and failing at the accent, "Mr. Stonem."

Silas rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his slicked back hair, cringing at the feeling of clay on his fingers. He hated having to put anything on his hair, but it was necessary for his disguise. The suit was itchy too, and he would rather have worn some old tee, but some sacrifices had to be made. After this job, they'd be filthy rich and he'd be able to afford Slanie a college education. That was what's important, and he had to focus on it.

It didn't take long for his own phone to vibrate with a text. Colin was in position. It was time for Silas to enter the building. He fixed his tie and checked the tiny earpiece Slanie made him wear earlier. Normally, technology like that wasn't afforded to people like him, but the people who asked for their help in the job seemed like they had the proper equipment for it. They seemed like they were the real deal, not the kind of people Silas would usually associate with. Some part of him wondered about why they hired street rats like them. It didn't feel right, but [url=http://iv1.lisimg.com/image/1512008/600full-lily-loveless.jpg]Kelly[/url] was the one who introduced them to each other, so that shouldn't mean harm for them, right?

Sighing, Silas exited the car. He straightened his suit for the last time and put on a charming facade. With that set, he entered the bank. He underwent the usual security proceedings before he was allowed full entrance. Once inside, he took inventory of his surroundings. Personally, he'd never been inside the bank before so he didn't know what to expect. It was grand enough, but not really his scene. He'd rather they finish the job as quickly as they could, so he set to work. He looked at the tellers and saw one without a line. It was for a woman with blonde hair and dark eyes. She was beautiful. It was a pity that she'd be losing her job soon.

Silas approached the woman's booth with a small, boyish grin. "Good morning, angel," he greeted, catching her eyes as best as he could. "Would you mind answering some questions for me?" He chanced a look at his watch. It was almost time.