Chapter 8: The Bank (Part 2)

Let's just call this chapter 9 but it's really 8.2

"Okay kids," Merritt smirked as he and Jack dropped Henley and Daniel off a few blocks away from the money factory, "Be good, don't get in fights, and be sure to steal some money."

Henley giggled in excitement. Daniel was just as excited, but there was no way he would ever admit it. After Merritt and Jack drove away, Henley and Daniel walked briskly towards the factory.

"You ready?" Daniel asks, fiddling with a dangling string from his slate black factory jumpsuit that Merritt took from an actual factory worker, along with their security badges needed to get into the building.

"I'd be better if this jumpsuit actually fit," Henley mutter, pulling at the baggy fabric.

Daniel chuckled, "You look fine."

"Wow," Henley smirked at him, "I was expecting you to say something along the lines of 'If you were still fat it would fit'."

"You know I didn't mean any of the things I said when we fought," Daniel scoffed back. Henley remained quiet. So much for being in a good mood.

The rest of the walk was in a tense silence. When the two accomplices reached the back entrance of the factory, they quickly swipe their security cards. The red light above the door flashed green and a heavy double doors unlock, allowing Daniel and Henley to enter the large building. Now the trick was blending in with everyone else.

Henley pulled Daniel over to a clipboard that was nailed to the wall. "There's our shipment," Henley whispered, pointing to the line second to the top.

"Still leaves at 4:30," Daniel observes, "That leaves us an hour to find it."

"Then a three hour ride to Paris," Henley sighs. She had hoped the ride would have been shorter, dreading the thought of laying side by side under a pile of 3 million dollars in euros next to her ex-something. Partner, boyfriend, friend? Things were getting far too complicated for Henley to keep track over this minor detail of where their relationship stood.

"Let's just find the money and get out of here," Daniel replied, pulling Henley away from the clipboard, "People are starting to stare at the two Americans they don't recognize."

Henley could hear the whispering going on around them, but refused to look up into anyone's eyes, fearing they might turn them in to whoever runs this place. "Let go of my arm," Henley spits through her gritted teeth at Daniel, who was still dragging her along.

"Do we have a problem over here?" A large man says in a booming voice, stepping in the path of the two magicians.

"Uh- No misère!" Henley stammers out in her best French accent.

"I- uh- we are siblings! We fight! Don't all?" Daniel replied quickly in a poorly executed French accent. The bigger man just nodded and returned to work.

"Over here," Henley whispers and pulls Daniel after her once the coast is clear. Just around the corner where they were standing was a door with another card swiper. Henley tried her card, but it declined.

"Okay now what?" Daniel huffed, leaning his back against the wall. "The money we need is back there getting ready to be loaded into the truck."

"You think I don't know that?" Henley rolled her eyes. A man in a grey jumpsuit walked past the two, swiped a red key card, and entered the door to the money warehouse. Henley thought for a moment, then sprung to action.

"Hen, what are you-," Daniel began before Henley hushed him and continued when what she was doing.

Another man with a grey jumpsuit was chatting with other workers nearby. Henley unbuttoned a few of her buttons and walked past quickly, "accidentally" bumping into him.

She let out a small squeal of surprise, tuning back to the man.

"Oh! Pardon me! I'm so sorry!" Henley says quickly in her fake French accent, twirling her hair.

"No harm done, Miss," the man replies with a wink, looking Henley up and down, making Daniel clench his fists. "I haven't seen you before."

"My first day," Henley grins, flashing a smile.

"I see," The man chuckles with a smirk, "If you need anything, call me. I'm Peter."

"Clare," Henley lies, seeming like an innocent child. Peter turns back to who he was talking to before and Henley hurries back to Daniel with the red key card in hand.

"Calm down will ya, Danny?" Henley smirks, noticing how tense her friend is.

"Well done," Daniel sighs, ignoring her comment. They open the door quickly, making sure nobody sees them, and then sneak inside.

A massive warehouse with crates and crates of money lay just behind the door. Now they just needed to find one specific stack of money, then hide under it. "Shit," Daniel breathes, looking at all of the crates.

"Come on, let's just start looking," Henley sighs and starts the search through the labyrinth.


Author's Note!

Hi everyone! Sorry this chapter was a bit choppy, but it's just setting up for the big finale, part number 3 (wink wink ;) sorry but that just felt necessary and it had to be done… If only I said that in Morgan Freeman's voice).

So yeah, this is kind of a filler chapter so a lot of craziness is about to go down up in here. Stay tuned ;)

Be sure to leave your comments, questions, concerns, and PROMPTS in the reviews!

~Melissa