January 3rd, 2017
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The heist went exactly to plan. It was pieced together like an intricate symphony and performed by an
outstanding orchestra, with Charley leading the charge as a skilled conductor. Mastermind, Chief, One.
Antonia fell in line with the other members of the crew easily, the soldier that she had trained to be for
majority of her life. There were only a few instances when Antonia had to be protected from herself. Not
because she was cowering in a corner, but because a lack of fear kept thrusting her out towards the police
officers that were swarming the building, spitting insults and spraying bullets. There might have been a
molotov cocktail tossed into the mix as well. Charley always managed to catch her by the jacket and drag
her back before she could catch a bullet to the face. It would be something to work on. In the end, it was
behind the wheel of the crew's pale blue getaway van that she really shined. Speedy, Piccolo Mostro, Five.
When all was said and done, black duffel bags were stacked in a pile, filled with diamonds that needed to be
laundered so cuts could be passed out accordingly. Unsurprisingly, before Charley and Antonia went about
exchanging their share of the haul, forty pounds of diamonds were unceremoniously dumped onto their bed so
Antonia could roll around on them lavishly. One diamond quickly became her favorite, despite there being plenty
to pick from. That large emerald cut diamond would be set on a simple platinum band and turned into a ring.
Antonia got a trophy from her first heist. That and sixty million dollars, give or take.
Not bad for her first day on the job.