BigSaltyDog

Chapter 4 The air inside the vault was frigid enough to turn every exhaled breath into a cloud of white mist. While McFinleyyy and Whizzley went to work on the inner safety deposit boxes with the frantic precision of seasoned safecrackers, Ye Olde Large Lad stood by the massive steel door, his immense frame blocking three-quarters of the corridor. Dinkz leaned against the wall, checking the time on a gold wristwatch he definitely hadn't bought himself. “We’re running out of time, lads. If Vance wakes up from Susan’s snooze-button special, we’ll have company.” “Keep your shirt on,” Whizzley panted, prying open a velvet-lined mahogany chest. Inside, row upon row of uncut diamonds caught the low halogen light. “Got it. Lord Ashford’s personal rainy-day fund.” Suddenly, the heavy double doors at the end of the service corridor creaked open. Dinkz instantly raised his suppressed pistol, and Large Lad tightened his grip on the iron pry-bar. Through the doorway stepped two fig...