“It was supposed to be easy. A quick smash and grab, in and out before anyone knew they were there, and then it was off to paradise with more money than they could spend in a lifetime. Hell, two lifetimes! Shoulda known nothing was ever that easy…”

Six convicts.

One helluva score.

What could possibly go wrong?

Originally published on the Quest of Evolution by Joseph Nassise.

Visual by Martin Cala

He stood on the balcony of the deluxe apartment he’d rented with an alias in the hills overlooking the city, a cup of Turkish coffee in hand. The sun was just coming up, its golden light sparking off the windows in the valley below, reflecting like a thousand pieces of shattered glass. This was the time of day he liked the most, before anything was set in stone, when any given moment could unfurl into a thousand different possibilities and the world stretched out before you, ripe for the taking if you were just bold enough to seize it.

In just a few short hours, the plan he had set in motion two months earlier would finally come to its quick, savage conclusion. If all went well, by nightfall he’d be on a plane bound for Mauritania, free of the threat of extradition treaties and safe to spend the money he’d been carefully acquiring for the last decade, enough money to set him up for life and then some.

Slow and steady wins the race, the man born as Gordon Simonovic and now wanted on four continents under half-a-dozen other names reminded himself, smiling a wolfish smile at the thought.

He took a sip of his coffee, enjoying the bitter taste, his thoughts turning to the crew he’d assembled for the score as he did so. He’d studied each of them extensively before making the approach and was confident that they would perform as expected when the time came. That was all that mattered.

Like everything else in his life, they were tools to be used and discarded as soon as the job was done. He’d kept his distance, refused to form any particular connection to any of them, and so it would be easy to walk away at any point in the exercise, even offering them up in sacrifice if need be to ensure his own freedom in the event that things went unexpectedly sideways.

He doubted they would - they didn’t call him the Mastermind for nothing after all - but better safe than sorry.


What happen to the others characters? Read their stories here:

The DriverAntonio Marfa

The Gun Moll Jennifer Caplan

The Killer Edward Hopper

The Face Marco Davis

The Narc Noah Jakes

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