Thank you to all of those who read my stories, recommend them to others, review, favourite and follow. I appreciate every single one of you and I wouldn't still be writing without you guys. I'd also like to personally thank the guest reader who gave me the idea for this story as I think it is golden and I am going to enjoy writing it. I hope you enjoy this new story, thanks again everyone!
P.S. I would imagine Dexter to look like Richard Madden.
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New York city. A beautiful city full of all different kinds of cultures and people. New York is one of the worlds top places to visit and is the third most populated state in the United States of America. And one of those people populating the city is twenty-six year old, Hayley Marshall, who is currently about to rob a bank with her small group of companions. There is only five of them in total, but they are a very efficient group and are no newbies to heists.
Hayley turns from her seat in the passenger seat of the black van and watches her crew. Oliver is pulling up any data he will need to hack the bank systems on his computer screens. Rebekah is adjusting her all black attire, tucking her black vest top firmly into her pants and zipping up her black jacket. Jackson is redoing his shoe laces, probably for the fifth time and their leader, Dexter, is reloading his pistols.
Nobody remembers how Dexter became their leader. All Hayley remembers is her and the crew being tied down by the police six years ago in Texas, no where to hide and no where to run, and it was Dexter who saved them. He pulled out two pistols, the exact two he has attached to his belt right now and he didn't stop shooting until he had killed every last one of the coppers.
Hayley hates to compliment him on it because he really doesn't need his ego boosting, but he is one hell of a shot.
Everyone here has a job to do, everyone has something that they are an expert at. Oliver is a pro with computers and hacking, he can hack pretty much any security system in any environment. Despite Rebekah's blonde bimbo appearance, she is a brilliant driver and has gotten them out of many sticky situations. Jackson is a combination cracker, he can open almost any safe you put in front of him, big or small. And as you may have already guessed, Dexter is their gun man. As for Hayley, she just does whatever the hell she is told to do.
Dexter spins his pistols on his fingers and pushes them into the slots attached to his belt. He runs his hand through his dark brown hair, making sure it is perfectly in place, before he pulls his balaclava over his head. Jackson looks up at Dexter and then looks over at Hayley, nodding to her before he also pulls his balaclava over his head. Rebekah quickly grabs her balaclava and pulls it over her head, making sure her hair is not showing.
Dexter looks around at his crew and smirks to himself; this hit will be a good one, he can sense it.
"Let's go" he says and opens the back on the van slightly before hopping out.
Rebekah grabs a submachine gun off the rack on the wall and quickly follows after Dexter. Jackson also grabs a submachine gun and goes for the door. He turns as he reaches the door and looks at Hayley. He picks up her balaclava off Oliver's table and tosses it to her before he jumps out of the back of the van. Hayley sighs and quickly pulls the balaclava over her head, tucking her hair in before she jumps up and grabs three black duffel bags.
Today, she is the bag lady.
Hayley jumps out of the back of the van and shuts the door behind her. She clicks the switch on her earpiece, turning her coms on as she walks through the glass doors of the bank, bags flung over the shoulder. She walks past Rebekah, who is keeping three workers and four civilians at gunpoint in a janitor's closet. She nods to Rebekah as she passes her and Rebekah nods back.
She slides over the counter and goes through the door leading into the back room. She walks past several metal doors until she reaches one that is open. She walks through the room, through the next open door and sees Dexter and Jackson at the end of the corridor to the left. Dexter looks up as she enters the corridor and starts to walk towards her.
"Make sure you get everything out of the safe" he says as he passes her, on his way back to help Rebekah tie everyone up.
"You got it" Hayley replies.
Hayley drops the bags next to Jackson and crouches. Jackson doesn't acknowledge her, he has his eyes closed and is in his focus zone. He probably won't even speak to her until the safe is open. He just needs to crack the bottom lock and they're in.
Suddenly, there is a loud clicking sound and Jackson moves his ear away from the safe. He nods to Hayley and they stand up so Jackson can open the door. He opens it and Hayley grabs two bags, leaving Jackson to enter the safe with the remaining bag in one hand and his gun in the other.
They drop the three bags on the silver table in the middle of the room. Hayley looks around at the small boxes all around the room which contain the money they are about to steal while she puts her gloves on. Jackson also puts his gloves on and starts on one wall, ripping the boxes from the wall and tipping the contents into the first duffel bag. Hayley starts on the other wall opposite of Jackson as quickly as she can.
Rebekah enters the room and immediately puts her gun down on the table. She pulls her gloves out of her pocket and yanks them on before starting on the wall in between Hayley and Jackson. With three of them doing it they will get the job done twice as fast.
Jackson finishes with his wall and empties the contents of last box into his bag. He looks up, checking on both women before throwing the bag over his shoulder and grabbing his gun. He leaves the room just as Hayley finishes her wall. Hayley zips up her bag and looks at Rebekah, who is still filling the last bag. She stays and helps Rebekah with the last few boxes before they both grab their bags and make their way down the corridor to regroup.
Just as they reach the end of the corridor a gunshot goes off. They both freeze and look at each other for a few seconds before they break into a run. They run into the lobby of the bank to see Dexter stood over one of the staff members, his gun pointing down at the dead man's head. On the man's chest there is a name tag that reads 'Manager'.
Dexter looks up at the people who are now tied up and are about to be locked in the closet. He puts his gun back into his belt and steps over the dead manager's body. He slowly walks up to the door and shuts up. He then pulls a lock from his pocket and seals the door before he turns around to his crew to find them all staring at either him, or the dead man.
It's been a long time since they have had to kill anyone on one of their heists.
"He tried to be a hero and it cost him his life" Dexter says and leaves the bank, making it very clear that he is not willing to say anymore about the matter.
Nobody says anything. Jackson follows Dexter immediately and so does Rebekah, but Hayley does not. She stares down at the manager and sighs, this is one part of her life that she does not like... the killing. She has never killed anyone in her entire seven years of heists, but watching everyone else kill takes its toll on her.
"Police inbound. Should be arriving in ten minutes, Hayley, where are you?" Oliver says over coms.
"Coming" Hayley says and quickly runs out of the bank.
Hayley dives into the back of the van just as police sirens start to echo through the air. The second Dexter shuts the door, Rebekah steps on it, sending the van flying forwards onto the road. Hayley drops her bag next to the other two and pulls off her balaclava before sitting down on a been bag next to Jackson.
Jackson nudges her with his shoulder and she looks up at him to see him smiling. She smiles back and nudges him back with her elbow before she lies her head on his shoulder. She has always seen him as a big brother of sorts, despite there only being one year between them and his obvious crush on her which has been going on since high school.
She suddenly catches Dexter looking at her from the passenger seat. He doesn't look too happy with her. He is probably annoyed that she took longer to leave the bank than she should have done. She knows he won't say anything to her about it though, he will just give her one of his looks, letting her know he expects better without saying it.
Dexter finally looks away and Hayley rolls her eyes. She doesn't see why he is mentally complaining at her, they got away so there isn't a problem. They did everything correct and they did it in perfect time. For once, literally everything went to plan. Another heist well pulled off. And another share of the money to add to her piggy bank. She will definitely be going back to the shop tomorrow and buying those Valentino heels she wanted.
Meanwhile back at the bank, a sleek, black Audi S8 comes screeching to a halt behind the row of police cars. The driver door opens and out steps Elijah Mikaelson, leader of Storm Team, a group of undercover Elite's, hand chosen by him. Only the best of the best are part of Storm and that is why the group of them is so small.
Klaus Morgan, Elijah's secondary, steps out of the passenger door, following behind Elijah quickly. He was the first to be taken on by Elijah to join Storm Team and despite the increasingly long hours, he loves his job more than anything. It gives him almost no time at all to have an actually life of his own with the constant flying abroad and all of the undercover work, but he wouldn't have it any other way.
They step onto the crime scene and have everyone staring at them instantly. Which isn't surprising when they are wearing thousand dollar suits, hand-made in Italy by one of the best tailors in the world. They get looks wherever they go, by now they are use to it. They are the smartest looking men here and may just be the smartest looking in all of New York if someone had a minute to scan around the city.
A policeman starts to approach them and is about to speak, but stops when Elijah flashes his badge. The man has no idea who they are of course because Storm is a secret team that only the highest ranking of people know about. All he will have been told is that when he sees the badge he is to let them through without any questions. And that is what the policeman does. He steps aside and lets them pass.
Elijah stops at the dead body of the bank manager. He crouches down by the man's head and looks at the angle of the shot. It was close range and it was an instant kill, probably quite painless as well. The smell of a freshly fired weapon is still in the air which means they only just missed the culprits. Elijah clenches his teeth together in slight frustration. If only they were here ten minutes earlier they would of had them. Elijah then stands again and makes his way to the safe, Klaus continuing to follow his bosses every move.
They enter the room where the money was being held to see the boxes all over the floor. Elijah steps over the evidence and stops when he is stood right next to the table in the middle of the room. Klaus decides to remain in the doorway, watching his boss look around the room, looking for any clues.
Elijah sighs and scratches his chin before he leans back against the table. He has been tracking this particular group of criminals for nearly a year now and he keeps getting closer and closer. But no matter how close he gets, he can still never seem to catch them.
"Am I an idiot?" Elijah asks, looking down at the floor.
"Pardon, sir?" He says in his thick British accent, unsure if he is being asked a genuine question.
"Am I an idiot, Morgan?" Elijah repeats.
Klaus shakes his head.
"Of course not, sir" he says, wondering what his boss is getting at.
Elijah strokes his stubble and looks around the room again.
"Well, I must be because I continue to be outsmarted by this gang of criminals" Elijah says, looking at Klaus.
Klaus shakes his head.
"Believe me, sir, stupid is not a word to be associated with you" Klaus says.
Elijah smirks and makes his way over to Klaus. He pats Klaus on the shoulder and then gives his shoulder a light squeeze before he moves past him. Klaus smiles to himself, he likes to please his boss. Besides, he is only telling Elijah the truth. He is anything but stupid. Klaus turns around and follows Elijah again as they head for the exit of the bank.
"Get anyone who isn't Storm out of here. This investigation is ours, any Chief of police in the states should know that by now" Elijah says as they walk into the lobby.
"Anything else you want me to do?" Klaus asks, stopping near the dead manager's body.
They both look down at the body.
"I'll send Gerard and Martel here to assist you. Make sure you collect all evidence and camera footage if there is any. I'll see you back at base, Morgan" Elijah says and leaves.
Elijah wastes no time, he walks over to his Audi S8 and jumps in. He starts the car and taps the word 'phone' on the dashboard. He then clicks on the 'contacts' option and scrolls down until he finds Tristan's name. He clicks it and sits back in his seat as the ringing sound comes through the cars speakers.
"Hello?" Tristan answers.
"Martel, I need you and Gerard here now, I'll patch over the coordinates" Elijah says as he pulls his phone out of his inside blazer pocket.
Elijah clicks on his message app and sends Tristan the postcode for the bank. He then locks his phone and puts his phone back into the inside pocket of his blazer.
"Coordinates are coming through now, sir. We will be down there right away. Is that all?" Tristan asks.
"For now" Elijah says.
"We'll get them this time, sir" Tristan says, knowing his boss is annoyed about not catching them again.
Elijah looks out of his window and sighs.
"Hopefully" Elijah says, quietly. He then adds, "tell Voelkel to be ready to go through the CCTV footage. I will be there shortly to help her."
"Yes, sir. I'll see you soon" Tristan says and hangs up.
Elijah rubs his eyes and continues to look out of his window. This time he is determined to get them and bring them to justice. He has been chasing this gang of thieves for long enough and there are bigger, badder men out there that he should be focusing on. And dashing around America hunting these guys really isn't doing the wheels on his Audi any good, so the sooner they catch them, the better.