She didn't know how to feel.
Knelt down all alone as the world stopped around her.
She could only feel numb in this situation, her whole life was crushed by her own two hands.
The men in black strode out of the house after the deed was done. Her parents that forced her to lead the route she did were laying there emotionless in a pool of crimson. That was until my guardian angel appeared.
Hola, me llamo Marissa Tolentino
I walked out of the house lost in my thoughts wondering where i was going to go. That was until a man with glasses and a beard addressed me. "Marissa, i would-" He was cut off by a dagger near his throat inching closer into him by the second.
"Who are you and what the fuck do you want" He put his hands up in surrender clearly scared by the girl i front of him. "I don't want to hurt you I'm here to offer you a job offer"
Marissa furrowed her eyebrows at his sentence "what sort of job are we talking about" "how does 4.2 billion euros sound?" She immediately took her dagger away from his neck taking in what she just heard. '4.2 billion euros?!' she thought to herself how on earth would we get that. She looked up to the man in front of her as he was trying to read her expression whilst pushing his glasses further up her nose.
She had never scored that big, yes she would get the odd 6 figures on her missions but this was something else she learnt over the years never to trust anyone yet this man i front of her seemed to give her the vibe that she could trust him and so she followed him to the old sedan where he drove to a large mansion in the middle of no where. I couldn't help but hiss at the bruises and cuts that i had all over my body.
The professor didn't expect to find the 17 year old in the state she was he felt somewhat responsible "I'm so sorry for your loss Marissa I really am." I could tell he meant every word that came out of his mouth and I hummed in response lost in my thoughts with a stoic expression on her face, she always tried to not show weakness even if she felt like she could break at any moment. As she entered the house she couldn't help but feel dirty as the crimson liquid stained her hands.
They all were diverted into a room that had a school like presence with two rows of chairs that were to be filled up, I sat at the close to the back not drawing much attention to me.
"Bienvenidos" the professor wrote on the board at the front of room that had many papers and many thing upon the four walls.
"and I thank you for having accepted this.. this job offer" a horrific laugh caught me off guard of a boy sat in front of me. The professor flicked his glasses up to the bridge of his nose and continued "We'll live here, away from the world and its distractions for five months, five months we'll spend studying how to pull of the heist."
"What do you mean, five months?" a middle aged man said from the front "Are you crazy?"
The timid man sat down onto the table at the front "Look, people spend years studying to earn a salary, which, even in a best case scenario is still just a salary, a shitty salary." he motioned to the man sat at the front "What's five months?" I've got to admit he is right why waste your time in a school if you can do something like this and that is exactly why I am here. I hated school I was stuck in a private school in Madrid until I dropped out and started working as a hit woman which was one of the best decisions of my life. The professor cut short my thoughts as he continued "I've been thinking about this for much longer. So I'll never have to work again. Neither will you and neither will your children."
"Okay, you don't know each other yet, and i want it to stay that way. I don't want you to use your names or to ask personal questions and, of course, no personal relationships. The girl with the short hair laughed at this and looked around, I've got to admit she is very good looking as her eyes trained through the row and landed on mine.
"I want each of you to choose a name, something simple. They can be numbers, planets or cities"
"Like Mister 17 and Miss 23." the boy with the strange laugh spoke "We're getting off to a bad start. I cant even remember my phone number." "That's why i said it the son said and pushed his shoulder.
"How about planets? I can be Mars and he can be Uranus." a guy to the left of me said who seemed not much older than me. "I wont be Uranus, so forget it." I narrowed my eyes to the immature pair as the hooded boy said "What's wrong with Uranus?" "It sounds bad." he then sniggered.
"It'll be cities. Cites." "So cities it is."
That's how I ended up calling myself Florence.
The woman in the front is Tokio she's a hot-head, drives on impulse and is ready to fight.
The man in the suit that's Berlín. A wanted man twenty-seven heists. Jewellery shops, auction houses and armoured cars. His biggest job, the Champs- Élysées in Paris, four hundred and thirty-four diamonds. Hes like a shark in a swimming pool. You can swim with him but you're never at ease. He was the one in charge of the heist.
The one coughing is Moscú. He started off digging a mine in Austria. Then he realised he'd get further by digging upwards. Six fur shops, three watch shops and the Rural Credit Union of Avilés. He's skilled with a thermal lance and any industrial equipment.
The one sitting behind Moscú is Denver, his son. Drugs, chipped teeth and broken ribs. The king of bar fights. A total hothead. In a perfect plan, he'd be a ticking time bomb.
Rio, he's like the Mozart of computers. He's been coding since age six. He knows everything about alarms and electronics but with everything else, it's as if he was born yesterday.
Those are the Siamese twins, Helsinki and Oslo. Even the most sophisticated plan needs soldiers, and what's better than two Serbs? Maybe they can think, but frankly we'll never know.
Nairobi, a hardened optimist. She's been creating counterfeit bills since she was 13, and now she's our quality control manager. She may be crazy, but that chic's really damn funny.
"Realise that they'll be talking about us on the news every day and every family in the country will be wondering what we're doing and what will they be thinking? "Those lucky bastards! I wish I'd thought of that first!"
The professor, no criminal background, no records. He hasn't renewed his ID since he was 19. For all intents and purposes, a ghost to society but a very smart ghost.
" That's because we're not stealing anybody's money. They'll even like us and that is vital. It's vital to have the public opinion on our side, those people are going to see us as their damn heroes. But be very careful because the second a drop of blood is spilled, this is very important, if there's a single victim we'll stop being Robin Hoods and we'll just become some sons of bitches.
"Professor?" Tokio raised her hand
"Miss Tokio."
"What are we robbing?"
The professor signalled his hand to the back of a room where there was a white model of a building, "The Royal Mint of Spain."
A/N
I'm sorry this is just a bit of background on the character and then the rest doesn't have Florence's input as I felt like I don't want her to be so involved as it is the first day. I apologise that my grammar is not the best . I would really appreciate if you voted as it has a big impact on the reach of my story thankyou. Have a good day and say safe!
~F <3
