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Chapter 365.

    Chapter 365.


    <strong>Chapter 365. Operation: Fatman (7/10)</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s the sort of stuff you see straight out of movies. But… now that I think about it. Doesn’t all this setup seem more appropriate for a bigger heist? To think all of this is being done just to get-”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fat suits,” I grumbled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah… that. Haha. It sounds pretty ridiculous. Why not just buy one? It would probably work out to be cheaper, wouldn’t it?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Rosa, how much have we spent on this?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Absolutely nothing. We either got everything we needed for free or already had everything else we needed to do this. We’re the bare minimum budget bandits.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is the effort you’ve put into this really worth the little money you’re saving by not having to buy one?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What are you talking about? It’s not about the prize, it’s about the experience, the process, the friends we made along the way. The loot we get out of thises secondary.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Rosa, enough with the crappy jokes. You’re enjoying this way too much,” I retorted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Of course I am. It’s been a while since I’ve done something so fun. It’s the best type of date, definitely my kind of date.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“D-Date? Rosa, you consider this a date?” Izora hesitantly sought rification.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, and you’re on this date with us. You’re a fellow partner in crime along with my boyfriend tonight.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry to intrude on your date.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s no problem. The sess of this date greatly depends on you. You’re responsible for securing the loot in a timely fashion. Your role in this little operation is a vital one that cannot be understated as it determines whether we seed or fail. As long as you dutifully act out the role you’ve been cast for as you would when you’re up on stage or in front of a camera, everything will go smoothly. If you want, you can consider this the first major acting gig you’ve ever specifically been scouted for.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’ll do my best not to hold you back, I won’t let you down.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t worry about holding me back. I’ll cover for any little mistakes you may make. You can count on me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That being said. Should we try to rob a bank together in the future? The thrill would be substantially higher.” Rosa asked with sparkly puppy dog eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hell no, that’s never going to happen,” I immediately shot her down.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Never say never,” Rosa countered back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haaaaah. I still can’t get over the fact that this meticulously crafted n is to acquire two fat suits. If the police or school can’t figure out what we took, what will they think? They’ll just see us enter the theater room with a duffle bag, right? Then a mysterious disappearing act.” Izora posed a rather interesting question I hadn’t considered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hmm… that’s true, what would they think?” I couldn’t help but agree.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Since we’re only entering the theater room, they probably won’t be able to imagine us taking anything of substantial value. If that’s the case, won’t they probably think we broke in to leave something behind? With that train of thought, what if they think of the worst-case scenario, something along the lines of us hiding a bomb inside the theatre room or something?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ah.” When Izora finished Rosa and I let out a short sound as our eyes locked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey… Rosa… that’d be pretty bad if they get the wrong idea,” I voiced my genuine concerns.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re right… but what can we really do about that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We could leave a calling card or something. Sort of like a phantom thief. Something that lets them know we didn’t leave anything but did take something.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, good idea! How about we leave behind a note saying, ‘The Bare Minimum Budget Bandits were here.’” Rosa suggested.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Pfft hahahaha! Yeah, yeah. That’s not bad, do that. At least that will let them know we’re really just some bastards not after expensive valuables, but rather, some cheap garbage nobody would even notice is gone.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“While Izora is securing the loot I’ll find a pen and some paper inside to write it out. It’d be better to not use anything that belongs to us.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, good idea. That was a good catch, Izora. If you weren’t here, we might have caused quite amotion.” I had no choice but to praise her for spotting our oversight. We were too focused on it being done wlessly that we didn’t consider the potential aftermath.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s no big deal. It’s something small that probably wouldn’t even turn into anything. You two are the impressive ones here.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No, one small change can result in a butterfly effect thatpletely changes the future. You should underestimate minor little details like this.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ran’s right. Credit where credit’s due.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Izora, seemingly caught off guard, had a nk expression on her face.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Is something wrong?” I asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Huh? No. I just realized I have a lot of fun being around you two.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Haha, we should hang out more Izora. I always thought you were a bore before. Just some girl trying to be Alicia’s clone. But it turns out I was wrong. Alicia isn’t the type to go along with this sort of thing so easily. She’d feel guilty about doing this type of thing and has a strong sense of justice. I don’t dislike that side of hers, but it’s fun finding someone who finds this sort of thing fun.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“If you’re doing this kind of thing again in the future and have room for one more, definitely invite me.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, sure.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, don’t go making that sort of promise. I’d rather not get into trouble like this often. I want a peaceful, quiet life.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, yeah. You always say that but wind up getting yourself into these situations all the time.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t get into these situations all the time. Don’t nder my good name.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Rosa rolled her eyes and gave a dismissive response, “Whatever you say. Debriefing session over. Let’s get down to business. Izora, put on this pair of gloves. We’re going in. Operation Fatman is a go.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">When I got out of the car Rosa passed me the drone and controller through the window. I entered the bush and knelt down low between the bushes as I awaited her signal.


    <span style="font-weight:400">A few minutester, I received a transmission over the radio, “<i><span style="font-weight:400">Control Tower, this is Alpha One testing the line. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Alpha One…</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Control Tower, <i><span style="font-weight:400">what was that? Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Are we really doing this?</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">I can’t hear you. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Alpha One, are we really doing this?... Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Control Tower,ing in loud and clear. Yes. Of course we’re doing this~ Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Alpha One… haaaaaah, fine, I get it. I’ll y along. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Control Tower, good. We’re in position. I’ve got the entrance unlocked. Open your eyes in the sky. Awaiting permission to breach. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I turned the drone on and sent it up into the air and scanned the streets around the school from high up in the air.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Alpha One, no threats in sight. Permission to breach granted.</i> <i><span style="font-weight:400">Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Control Tower, roger that. Commencing Operation Fatman. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Haaaah. This was seriously embarrassing. But it was better to not use real names over the radio. Plus if we did this and someone somehow was listening in, they would just think we’re some weird kids ying around.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Control Tower, <i><span style="font-weight:400">we’re in. Moving to Tango now. Over.” </i><span style="font-weight:400">Tango for theater club? How low-effort and unoriginal.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Alpha One, you’re still in the clear, no threats yet. Over.”</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Control Tower, roger that. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">A minuteter another transmission came through.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Control Tower, arrived at Tango. Beginning infiltration. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I diligently scanned the streets, refusing to miss the moment they appeared.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alpha One, roger that. <i><span style="font-weight:400">Five minutes down. Still no threats detected. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Naturally, she didn’t immediately respond. She was working on picking the lock. Two minutester I received a response.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Control Tower, <i><span style="font-weight:400">this is... A-Alpha Two. O-Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">” Izora stuttered over the radio.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Alpha Two, did something happen? Over?</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Control Tower, Alpha One is still infiltrating Tango, she said if I wanted to try it I could. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Alpha Two… you sound like you’re enjoying this too much.</i> <i><span style="font-weight:400">Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Control Tower, I am. It’s a little scary how much fun this is. I might get addicted. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Ah. That’s right, I forgot. Control Tower, any update? Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Alpha Two, still nothing. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Control Tower, roger that. Over.”</i>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Two minutester.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Alpha One here. Control Tower, we’re in. Alpha Two is searching as we speak. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">“Alpha One, roger that. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Three minutester Rosa radioed in again.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Control Tower, calling card is in ce. Alpha Two is still searching. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Alpha One, roger that, please hurry. They could show any time now. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Control Tower, we’re working on it. Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Two minutester and finally, there was movement. A cruiser wasing in hot from down the road.


    <i><span style="font-weight:400">“Alpha One, visual on one threat iing. Eight hundred meters, closing in fast. One minute until arrival. You have at most two minutes until they reach the entrance.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">I waited for a response back, but nothing came in. They’d suddenly gone dark on me.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Alpha One, counting down. Five hundred meters… four hundred… three hundred… two hundred… one hundred…</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<i><span style="font-weight:400">Alpha One, the threat pulled into the back entrance and is currently stopped. I repeat, they have pulled into the back entrance and are currently stopped. They may be circling the block.</i> <i><span style="font-weight:400">Over.</i><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Nothing came back and I was starting to get nervous. Had something gone wrong? A few beads of sweat umted on my forehead as I kept an eye out for more. Had they predicted our escape n out the back and they were waiting to see if there was any movement?
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