London, 19th June 2018

They always met in the basement of an old pub. The owner knew about the business but cared too less to deny the huge amount of money he received once a week. It has been like this for years.

Smoke filled the room with the bare white walls and only one single window, as number 3 starts smoking his fourth cigarette in the past quarter of an hour. The small window in the corner of the room was open but it barely let out any of the smoke so the view was a little misty.

Four people, one woman and three men, sat around a wooden table, each of them with a glass of wine in their hand.

The voice of a young woman wearing a black suit and tie demanded silence in the room. She stood in the front of the room her arms crossed.

The woman, Kenna, was the leader of the bunch.

Her curly hair looked messy and you could see that she had dark circles under her eyes, which her makeup didn't properly cover up. Besides that there wasn't a single spot or line on her suit and she radiated power.

"I guess you could say that our last few robbery's didn't go as planned but I need you guys to follow me once more. Just this one last time.", she continued her speech.

"So, where are we going?", number 4 asked his leader.

Number 4 was a tall, hispanic man with a long scar above his left ear that reached from the back of his head to his eyebrow. He was known to be the executive force of the team. No job was too hard and dirty for him and he usually followed the boss' orders without questions.

After a small pause she silently said: "The Bank of England."

A gasp escaped number 2's mouth as Kenna uttered these words.
"You're absolutely mad.", the woman muttered under her breath.

She had something fascinatingly beautiful to her. You couldn't really describe it but even her roughly cut ponytail that only reached the middle of her forehead and her simple outfit, that consisted of a black pullover and black jeans, looked effortlessly flawless on her.

She was the reason the group succeeded in the first place. She was smart, brave and able to realistically calculate every risk.

"Oh wow, don't you think that's a number too big for us? Especially after what happened the last times?", number 4 asked Kenna. He raised an eyebrow and took a sip of his wine.

"Yeah, I don't think we can pull this off.", number 1 agreed while sipping on his drink.

Number 1 was the youngest of the group. The ex lawyer was a perfect fit because back then the group still had a lack of persuasive skills.

The blackhaired man, number 4, thought about it for a second before he said: "You know what? We should probably just stop. We got old."

"We have enough money to retire too.", added number 1 to the previous statement.

Kenna disagreed with her followers: "Do we? The way we are currently living is very expensive at least mine is. I could use a few pounds more."

The room was filled with silence. The only noise was the ticking of the clock behind Kenna. It was getting late.

Number 1 broke the silence. "What happens when that dude with the red mask shows up?" He looked at Kenna, his voice filled with doubt.

"Well, let's just say I may have something special planned for him." A sly grin slowly appeared on Kennas face.

"Would you mind telling us your plan?", scoffed the blonde man.

"It's a surprise."

"Oh of course, first your telling us to trust you after you screwed up two robberies and almost getting us arrested and now you're not even telling us the whole plan." Number 2's voice grew louder the longer she spoke. You could see that she was furious.

"Kenna, you've gone nuts.", said number 4.

"You guys have to trust me one more time. After that you're all free to leave. We can split up, lead separate lives and never talk to each other or about the robberies ever again." Kenna tried her best to sound convincing and even forced a little smile on her face to show her confidence. She looked each of her followers in the eye and waited for any kind of support.

"It's too much of a risk.", number 2 said quietly.

"Aren't you supposed to be the bravest of us?", number 4 asked ironically.

"I am. I'm not suicidal, though." Number 2 looked Kenna straight in the eye before she added: "I'm out."

"So this is goodbye?" Kenna stared right back. She looked less hopeful than before, while she took a deep breath.

"Don't pretend being sad, Kenna."

"Well, I am, 2. It was always great to have a strong, independent woman by my side."

"I give a shit about your opinion.", the blackhaired woman spat out before she added: "Goodbye." With that she slammed a five pound table on the wooden table to pay for her glass of wine and left the room, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Well, that was unnecessarily dramatic.", commented number 4 after a short silence.

"Should've thought twice about your actions, Kenna. Am I right?", asked number 3 ironically. It has been the first time he opened his mouth since the young leader of the group started talking which was quite unusual because he normally is the first to give their opinion on any topic. Sarcastic would have been the best word to describe number 3.

He and Kenna knew each other since they were teenagers and were the only two people of the bunch to know each other's real name.

One of the many rules of the gang was to never tell anyone your real name because in the case of an arrest that would probably lead to a slip up in an interrogation.

"Shut up, 3!" Kenna shot an angry look towards him.

"Okay, Boss.", he said sarcastically. He knew Kenna wouldn't like it but he also knew that he was the only one that could talk to her that way without getting shot. Still he earned another furious glance from her.

She had to quickly calm down before asking the men in the room one last question. "So, are you guys joining me?"

Number 3 was the first to answer: "Sure, why not. I don't have anything to lose."

The other two guys just exchanged a quick look before nodding their head.

A smile creeped its way onto Kennas face and she was already imagining her grand exit. It was for sure going to be something to remember.