Episode
30
(Season
3 Episode 8)
The
Trick
Lana exited through the back just
like she had entered. She could not help
the smile on her face.
It had been nearly twelve years
since she had an opportunity to work with Sidney and she was looking forward to
finally getting rid of her for good.
Twelve years ago they had done a
job together. Since then, Sidney had
made it her mission to make Lana a Judas in the business, forcing her to work
alone on any jobs she wanted to do. This
had made her life very difficult. It had
caused her to focus on smaller plans rather than larger ones that would need
partners.
Of course, Lana had betrayed
Sidney but what did Sid expect? Lana was
a thief. Sid could have been a better
sport about the whole thing. After all,
Sidney didn't get pinched.
The tables had now turned and Lana
finally had the chance to correct the mistake of not making sure Sidney was
arrested the last time. All because
Tobias had been shot. The idea made Lana
giggle. She had met Tobias on a few
occasions and had never liked the man.
He had the look of someone who did not belong, like he was in the
business against his will. He smelled like a cop.
Lana got to her car and got into
the driver’s side but before she could start the car her phone rang.
It was an unavailable number which made Lana leery. Curiosity got the better of her and she
answered anyway.
"Hello?" She asked,
giving as little information as possible in her voice.
"Lana Simon?" The voice
was smooth and confident. It also
sounded older… aged.
"Who is asking?" Lana
replied, her interest peaked.
"My name is Fenton Sanoma and
I have a business proposition for you." He got directly to the point. "I firmly believe your services have been
requested for a bank job with Sidney Thomas. She wants to steal a specific item from a bank. If you steal it from her and bring it to me,
I will pay you $2.5 million.
Lana sat in silence, unable to
read the situation. Fenton picked up on
her confusion and spoke. "Miss Simon,
I was hoping I could get an answer."
"It sounds too good to be
true." Lana came back with this
trying to figure the situation out.
"Well, I could pay you less
if it would help you decide?" Fenton replied, matter-of-factly.
Lana nodded to herself. "Okay, I’m in. How do I let you know when it's done?"
He gave her a phone number. "You will call that number when you have
acquired it and I will tell you where to bring the goods. Nothing funny with the Item, just bring it
straight to me."
With that, he hung up and Lana
chuckled to herself. With that kind of
cash, she could get out of Ohio all together, hit the big times in New York or
L.A., start over with a fresh reputation and even burn Sidney in the process.
It was going to be a good day.
****
Another sleepless night should
have put Sidney into a state of absolute exhaustion, but it hadn’t. Instead,
she felt rejuvenated. After the night of
hard work with the crew she had rounded up it looked as though this con would
turn out to be her masterpiece.
One worthy of the big time.
Not to say that she was happy with
the situation, she wasn’t, but for the first time since Tobias had been shot,
she could feel a wave of confidence rolling over her.
Maybe she didn’t need Tobias as
much as she thought she did. Maybe it
was time to let Tobias be the family man he had always wanted to be.
She pulled into her driveway as
the sun broke over the horizon. Lana was
already waiting for her, hands on her hips. She did not look happy with the vehicle.
Sidney opened the door of the truck
and stepped out. “Sorry, I’m running
late.”
The fact that she was late didn’t
seem to bother Lana. “What the hell is
this?”
She was referring to the large
Orkin logo on the side of the doors and the hood. “It’s our free reign to case the place.”
Sidney was already in one of the
terrible Orkin uniforms with red pocket protectors. She tossed Lana a bag containing a second
uniform. “Put it on and hurry up.”
It took them nearly an hour to
reach the backwater bank. It was a
branch of the very small Bank of Magnolia. Lana complained nearly the whole way there about
the uniform and the truck. “This is just,
plain ridiculous.”
Sidney gave her a hard look. “It’s going to get us full access.”
Lana scoffed. “No matter how small this chain is, they are
going to know that they did not call exterminators.”
Sidney shook her head. “No, this bank has an annual check. I had a hacker friend make a call to Orkin and
cancel the check-up so that we could take their place. We are expected.”
Lana reluctantly accepted the idea,
finally. “Okay, so what is the plan?”
“We head in like we own the
place. You stay with the bank manager,
who will want to stay with us the whole time. Keep him away from his office and I will see
if I can’t get the vault code.” Sidney
explained before tossing Lana some impression clay. “You lift the bank key and get an impression
with this.”
Lana looked at the small lump of
clay. It was rectangular and about the
size of her index finger. Thieves had
been using this for decades. You would
press a key into the gray clay and hold it for a second, then, once the key was
removed, she could compare it to known key codes and make a copy for the front
door.
Sidney pulled into the empty parking
lot. It was 7:15 A.M. and there were
only a few cars which most likely belonged to employees. “Ready?”
Lana nodded. “After you, mastermind.”
Sidney frowned at her then got
out. Lana followed. The front glass doors lead to a lobby where
the A.T.M was. Then, a second set of
glass doors opened into the very small branch. A small main lobby in front of the clerks
counter with small sections for each clerk.
There were three at most. Behind
the counter was the vault to the right corner.
It was open for the morning’s business. Then, to the left corner, were a couple of
small offices for a loan manager and the branch manager.
Only one teller was in, a petite
twenty something brunette. The woman
noticed them as they came in and called out to the back office. “Hey Ron, the bug people are here!”
“On my way!” A male voice called
from the back.
The teller turned back to Sidney
and Lana. “He’ll be right with you.”
“Thanks.” Sidney said as the teller went back to
counting.
A couple of seconds later, Ron, a
short, balding, Latino man in his thirties walked out from the back. “Oh, we
got ladies this time.”
Sidney and Lana frowned in unison.
Of course he would be a chauvinistic
pig. “Indeed. Okay, so we are running late. We need you to accompany my partner Maude here
into the vault and I will scan the rest of the offices.”
Ron looked uncomfortable. “Um, you can’t go into the offices alone. It’s against policy.”
Sidney stepped forward to Ron,
taking an aggressive stance, playing up a butch dyke angle. “Look Ron, we don’t have time for this. We are a nationally recognized, bonded
business. I have better things to do than
steal from you, okay?”
Ron shrunk away. “Yeah, okay.
I guess its fine.”
“Good.” Sidney said and moved
toward the offices.
****
Lana had to fight the urge to
smack Sidney. What the hell was a name
like Maude? Lana knew for certain that she
was not a Maude.
“This way,” Ron said with a smile
heading towards the vault. “I hope you
are nicer than your partner.”
Lana smiled, mischievously. “Oh, I am.”
Ron stumbled over the short step into
the vault when she said it and Lana almost laughed. They then made their way to the vault. The walls were covered in different sized
boxes, each with a number. The vault was
not big enough for a table in the center so the money sat behind a locked gate
on the one section of the remaining wall.
Lana made her move, stumbling on
the step as she entered the vault and crashed into Ron. She made her move and snaked the key out of
his pocket.
“Whoa, you have to watch that
first step.” Ron said, his words
dripping with intent.
“Thank God you were here to catch
me.” Lana fired right back, her own heavy sexuality dripping forth.
Ron sputtered, not quite sure what
to do with it.
“Jesus, Maude I can’t leave you
anywhere!” Sidney’s voice snapped Ron to attention.
When Ron focused on Sid, Lana
pressed the key into the clay.
“Um… This isn’t what it looks like.” Ron stuttered like a man who had been sued
before.
“It never is, is it?” Sidney eyed
him, suspiciously.
Lana slipped the key back into his
pocket and pocketed her clay mold. “Give
him a break, Joon. The vault is good.”
“The offices are good too, let’s
get out of here.” Sidney Replied.
Ron looked confused. “That’s it?”
Lana turned and grinned. “I’ll try to make it last longer next time. I promise.”
END EPISODE 30
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