148 Time To Move Out: Part 27 (1/2)

Friday, 9th of May 2021. Forward Operational Base. 1900 Hours.

Aline put a blueprint of the bank in the whiteboard in that meeting room. She could have his ally place something on any point on that bank. The contractor just needs to ask.

”Ok guys, let's order something. I've asked the contact to place a medic bag, here, here, and here,” Aline said as she put a marker on that blueprint.

The medical bag was placed inside of the bank. It could be useful if one of them became wounded, but Aline didn't want any contractor to be wounded or even die.

”Ok, ammo bag on the park of that depository should be nice,” Nathan said as he stood up and put a mark on the map.

The ammo bag should contain more than two thousand rounds of ammunition. Calling it an ammo bag was an understatement, it was an ammo container.

It contained boxes of ammunition and magazines. It should be more than enough to hold down the cops since they wouldn't be expecting an airstrike from above their heads.

”Anything else?” Aline asked.

”I doubt we need more than what we have prepared. We are fully equipped and fully armed for whatever would come to us,” Nathan said.

Nathan was very sure that the combination of airstrikes and air support from the flying units were more than enough to rob that depository. Not stopping there, Nathan also had calculated that their country emergency response team had lost 70% of their power due to the repeated airstrikes.

Clara and Patrick were also sure that their country didn't have any stealth jet fighters on their arsenal. It should be a safe bet that their air force trump card was gone by then due to the airstrikes.

”Ok, I think everyone should have a break. Take care for now. You guys are dismissed,” Nathan said and the contractors stood up from their chairs. They headed outside of the FOB.

Lynn and Patrick were using Lynn's car since both of them were going to Patrick's coffee shop and have a drink there before they went back home.

”Mademoiselle, please,” Patrick opened the backdoor of her Mercedes.

Lynn sat down on the backseat and Patrick drove out of the empty lot where the FOB was hidden. Clara had another business with Nathan since she had to prepare some traps for the emergency response team during the heist.

”Lynn,” Patrick looked at the mirror in that car.

”Yes?” Lynn said.

”Your eye is glowing red again,” Patrick said.

”Really? Sorry,” Lynn's combat mode was turned off and her eye turned into an ordinary black again.

”Damn, you always scare me with that you know,” Patrick said as the car was stopped by a traffic light in a junction.

”Well, I sometimes don't realize that. Sorry,” Lynn said.

Patrick sighed, ”Whatever,” Patrick pushed the gas pedal and the car moved forward again as the lights turned green.

”Patrick,” Lynn said.

”Should I paint my hair black?” Lynn asked.