Chapter 16 : The Heist (Part 1)

Veronica's POV I looked at The First National Bank of Atlantis and wanted to pass out. There was no way we were walking away with whatever the hell it was that the AAs wanted the fault. There was only a small group of us—Q, Marcus, and I—that would be leading the charge on the heist. I assumed. From what I was of big movies like the Oceans series and the Italian Job, this seemed like the type of operation that needed a small battalion of highly specialized jewel thieves, techs, and mercenaries to do. Not a college dropout, a man on the verge of an anxiety attack, and a half-burnt chicken nugget. "Is anyone else freaking out?" The blueprints from Marcus' bag had been the specs for the vault we needed to get into. It was so old, that the bank had been built around it. Likely, the bank had been built specifically for what was inside the vault. Which wasn't menacing at all. "No, but seriously, I can't stop thinking about all the ways in which we can—" "Will you shut the fu