This Little Heist of Mine (TM7)

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"I will be honest," Vasquez called, knuckles turning white as he braced himself in the back of the van, "I did not think that would work!"

Billy glanced in the rear view mirror, before frowning and throwing the heavy set glasses over his shoulder, ignoring the yelp from Vasquez, as the van skidded around another corner on two wheels.

"My dead grandmother could drive better," Red said, feet propped up on the dashboard, inspecting the glittering rings on his fingers, necklace already fastened around his neck.

"She is welcome to try," Billy said, rolling his eyes at the man who ignored it, "Why are you still wearing that outfit?"

"I'm going to burn it," Red said, plucking at the patterned waistcoat in disgust, "It's awful that this plan worked."

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