Inside the van, Dallas was chewing gum like he was trying to kill it. "Okay, listen up. We drill the vault, we take the cash boxes, we leave. Expect blues in ninety seconds."
The Tailor spoke into a subdermal mic. "Clear. Move." Dallas didn't believe it. They walked through the front door. Past the motionless guards slumped over desks. Past the cameras with their dark, dead lenses. Into the vault. No shouts. No gunfire. No pagers chirping. silent assassin payday 2 mod
The Tailor paused. He looked up, and for the first time, almost smiled. Inside the van, Dallas was chewing gum like