Night.
Gotham City was calm and peaceful. Even the alarms that usually rang nonstop had become much less frequent.
Beneath the neon lights, liquor, and lavish prosperity, undercurrents churned.
The places raided by the police last night were like ghost towns. Forget streetwalkers—even stray cats and dogs did not dare approach.
Even when someone passed by, they hunched over, pressed close to the walls, and crept along lightly, not daring to make a sound.
Sometimes, intangible things like deterrence were more terrifying than anything else. Once the police bared their fangs, they were no longer something a disorganized gang could handle.
Robert, the supervisor of D.E.O. Crime Corporation, had just received a major job. How major?
Robbing a bank, with a minimum haul of sixty million dollars. There was a plan.
There was also proof of criminal activity: a videotape, a prison record, and a medical report from Arkham.
After Robert's day-long assessment, he concluded that this guy was talented. They just had to watch out for him trying to double-cross them. In the end, it would be a seventy-thirty split.
With a click, a red stamp came down on the plan.
Plan approved.
They needed to find several capable robbers, provide them with weapons, and acquire a bulletproof school bus.
They also needed the bank's internal floor plan and detailed intelligence.
The initial estimate put startup capital at one million dollars. He could help him apply for a corporate crime loan.
"Hope we can make it back... Gotham's been a little cursed lately. There are more double-crossers than thieves..."
Robert leaned back helplessly in his executive chair and pulled a crumpled ticket from his pocket.
The Gotham police were getting a little too bold. One day, the cops might even tow one of the company's mission vehicles.
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