Florence bought three outfits for the robbery from a back-end merchants store. They were nothing fancy just your three average clothing for three average workers.
They were going in posing as construction workers. It would give them a decent excuse and all they really needed was an opportunity to get closer.
He picked up a few scrap tools for cheap and then obtained three sacks which would store the money. A cart to help with moving the money and then he hired a horse so they could move the money around.
They were going to burn it, but the search for the money would save them previous time and would distract the police and nobles to no end. It would turn a bloodthirsty manhunt into an eager search party.
The weapons were harder to obtain, instead of getting new ones Florence decided to recolour the ones Jamesons and Malums could stay the same.
Once every weapon looked bland and basic Florence had completed every task on his checklist. The matches would be bought on the day and that was the last remaining purchase they were going to do.
Now all they had to do was steal and with the sun rising for another day, it would only be daylight before the heist would begin.
They day started like any other. Malum got up, got dressed and then went to have a shower. He had moved into the mansion for convenience sake and Jameson had relented into moving in himself.
He didn’t like living in his childhood home but for the sake of the heist, and his revenge, he was willing to change his old ways.
They met inside the dining room where Florence served them a meal, then joined himself. They spoke little but their eyes told a lot. Jameson looked resolute, Florence looked nervous, and Malum was fairly relaxed.
He wasn’t worried about himself and he had now resolved himself to Jamesons revenge. If there was any chance of him in danger, then he was sure Jameson would understand his choice.
After the meal, Florence went for his final lesson whilst Jameson and Malum walked outside together. Today they were going to the bank.
They ensured that they were looking as normal and then walked down to the right street. It was well lit by the rising sun and the gold encrusted doors were already wide open. The pillars held the bank heavy roof up, and it allowed Malum and Jameson right under its strong arches.
Knights in iron stood right in front of the entrance. They held their sword between their legs and stood like statues looking towards either side of the doorway. Two Knight were on each side, and it led towards the front desk of the bank.
The ceilings were tall with the marble building holding several chandeliers to light up the room. Window panes also helped with natural lighting but with such a vast building light couldn’t find every corner and so candles lit the rest.
Such extravagant uses was a pain to Malums heart but he walked in acting more formal than usual. Jameson walked up to the oak wood front desk and asked the gentlemen seated there, “Excuse me, but I would like to speak with the Director?”
The gentlemen shook slightly at the name of his bosses boss, but he kept his tone clear, “Of course and what would your name be?” he smiled like a cockroach, but Malum looked around, considering how clean the floors were he was sure every person in the building had to be slimy in some sort of way.
“Baron Smith, he knew my father.”
The Gentlemen closed his account book and put the quell back. Now he knew that the person wasn’t joking, he stopped his activity and went to find someone who could accept the Barons request.
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“Let me find the right person, it won’t be a moment.” He said what would please a stuck-up knob, and even bowed to sell his skit.
Malum and Jameson gave each other a slight look before a man with a golden necklace came around the corner. He held a top hat of the finest quality and his leather coat was probably worth the same as everything Malum had ever owned.
“May the Gods bless you, Baron Smith what a pleasure to meet you. I have heard many things.”
That was clearly supposed to be an empty compliment but for Jameson it was more like a hurtful punch. The idiot didn’t even know what he had done, he was lucky that Jameson wasn’t here to make fun of him.
“I need to meet with the Director, I hope to speech with him before the party.”
The eyes of the man glinted s the hearing of the party, greed showing on his eyes.
“Yes I have heard of the party, I will take ou straight to him.”
He bowed slightly then walked s gracefully as one could. Jameson followed him and Malum followed just behind that. They both kept their eyes wandering, keeping an eye out for everything they could perhaps remember.
They walked several rooms and saw a staircase leading upwards. That was the offices of the desk slaves who did the actual work, the people on the main floor, at the reception were the successful slaves who had rose up to become better of slaves.
A few offices of the well connected lined the halls before they came across the head of the bank and a person sworn to the House of Roosevelt.
Carlton Honours was the name written on the door and it opened up into an office as perfectly arranged as any office be.
Books lined the shelves all neatly arranged. None poked out more than the others and if one looked closely you would see they were arranged in perfect alphabetical order.
The pencils, the papers, even the arrangement of the room was optimal.
Sitting on the perfectly placed chair, was the Director.
Carlton wore a suit that looked formal yet comfortable, his hat lay on a stand by the door. He was thin, but not malnourished, Malum would rather guess that he simply didn’t eat because he had more work to do because affordability was definitely not the issue.
He didn’t were anything flashy, no chain, and no jewels, just a simple gold wedding ring around one of his fingers.
Malum found this type of nobility respectable, the hardworking kind.
After they entered the room the Director continued what he was doing and seemed to finish his sentence, then he placed it back inside it’s ink jar and looked up.
His voice followed; his tone was serious “I had no meeting planned. Why are you inside my office?”
“My name is Jameson Smith, a Baron who you will see at your party later today. I am here to view my account; I have never had the opportunity to access it so I would like to see it today.”
Malum remembered the whole story from when they were practicing there ambushing. The truth was more like Jameson had been barred from his account during his earlier years on account of his age, but then only he could access it due to his position as Head of Household.
Usually they would just let it slide, and let either the guardian use the account or the young heir could take a certain amount however because of the pressure by his enemies the bank chose instead to be a sticker to their rules.
There wasn’t a fortune inside the vault anyway, the money would have delayed the fall but certainly not stop it.
The Director seemed to think for a second before he pulled out a book from his desk.
“Smith, I remember that name.”
He opened the book and read along several pages before he stopped and spoke,
“Yes here it is. Seems you haven’t touched it for quite some time.”
Because you wouldn’t let him, Malum wanted to add but he reckoned the Director had long forgotten his misdeeds.
Whilst he let them chat he tired to find a place to relax and Intuition guided him to a desk which held little but a vase of fruits laid on it. He took one and put his weight on the desk.
Jameson continued as Malum ate, “I would like to view my possessions if that is possible.”
The Director nodded, “Of course you may, Davidson take them down to the vault, it’s container 872.” Malum chewed on his apple, and it he could see the Director fidget whenever he made the slightest of chewing sounds.
Davidson bowed slight, the golden chain around his neck flailed slightly in the air.
“Of course Sir, Baron if you can follow me.”
The Director pulled back another sheet and whilst leaving Jameson said one last thing, “See you at the party Director.”
To which a pair of reluctant eyes rose from the desk, “See you then.”
Malum stood up as well but as he rose he felt something snap on the bottom of the desk. Nothing fell over but it seemed a leg had snapped. It wasn’t anything major, but Malum could the Director twitching in anger, “Leave, and David get someone to fix it.”
Weirded out that his Intuition had made him break something Malum decided to keep away from any other weird suggestions he got, less more attention got directed towards him.
They got escorted out the room and after David passed on the message they move down several corridors before finding the stairs. Malum eyes his friend a few times and wandered how his friend would have done as a Noble.
He had to admit that his fake smile really did looked great. `Perhaps it ran in the bloodline...`