Sorry that I'm a bit late, just ended my shift. Not gonna hold you back any longer. Enjoy ^.^
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(Evan POV)
I opened my eyes, just to immediately recall what happened in my dream. Firstly I checked my nightstand, where still lay the necklace from Taretha, but mask I had on me when falling asleep was nowhere to be seen. I quickly checked my neck where was my grandfather necklace. My wrist was bandaged by cloth from the first aid kit.

What does this mean? I had to cut myself, found a first aid kit, bandage myself and faint? Why can't I remember it though? I don't fucking understand a damn thing.

I felt disappointment through all my body. I knew this all was just my dream but my small piece of heart I still hoped for this to be the truth. That Delirious cared about me.

Well, time for the second task.

I waited for Mark to show up, which didn't take that much longer. He came in with papers in his hands.

"Second task. I hope you slept well, Fong," he said bitterly, throwing the papers at me.

I caught them and looked quickly through them. It was about City National Bank in LA. I looked confusedly at Mark.

"What is this about?" I asked what was ok my mind.

"You second task is rob this bank. It's gonna be easy for you, right? Jack is driving you to the entrance."

What?!?

"I know we're rich, we don't need more money, but it's your way to show us you mean everything. You have one hour to prepare, tell us what equipment you need."

This has to be a joke, right? I can't rob this bank, fucking hell, I can't do this! Steal some necklace was one thing but rob a bank? I'm not Hoodini!

"One hour."

With that he left me alone, and I felt my tears filling my eyes. This wasn't something I could do, I couldn't march into the bank and rob them. I wasn't a criminal.

But they think I'm. I saved Craig's ass, I can't let it go now. I'm gonna go there and do what I can. Ok what would Delirious do? Read through the papers right?

I looked down on the papers, scanning what was written on it. But after rereading it for the fifth time, I still didn't know what to do. There was too much information, too much words for me. I felt so lost. I had a few possibilities in my mind but I always let them leave my mind, thinking how stupid it was, how quickly I could get killed by trying that plan.

"It's time, here's your food. Eat fast. We have to go before they close the building," Mark's voice echoed through the room, and I spotted some fries at his hands.

I stood up and walked towards him, he handed me them. It was right at that moment I realized how hungry I was. I ate then within few seconds, seeing Mark's smirk plastered on his face.

"Ready? What things do you need?"

He thinks I'm bluffing. He still thinks I'm not Delirious. I have to proof him otherwise, I have to act like Delirious.

"Gun with silencer, bag for the money."

"That's all?" He replied.

"Are you doubting my skills?" I snapped at him angrily.

Cause I definitely am. I'll think about things when we get there.

"Of course not. C'mon then," he mumbled, and I was walked out of the room.

In silence surrounding us we both walked through the hall, upon the stairs down and then headed out. There was already Jack with his phone in his hands.

"You can get in, I'll bring you the gun and the bag for money," Mark said to me, piercing Jack.

I got into the car and closed the door behind me, leaning comfortably into the seat. My heart was racing, while I tried lined up my thoughts about how was I going to approach things.

Is Delirious nervous when he's going on the missions? Does he feel regrets after killing his targets? Does he have nightmares about his victims?

"We're ready."

Jack's voice dragged me back to the sad reality, and I silently nodded. The car moved to our destination. With each single passing second so was closer to my end. There weren't any miracles for me.

"I'll wait in this alley way. Bring as much money or whatever shite you can find there."

I nodded again, my body instantly frozen. It was like I lost control over my body.

"Go!" Jack shouted, and I got off.

Doing step by step, being closer and closer to the building I was more and more nervous. People walked passed by me without even knowing what was going to happen. I walked though the main door, hearing chatting and noises everywhere. I closed my eyes, trying to calm my breath. My hands were shaking, my body trembling, I couldn't even breath properly.

Delirious hasn't been weak, not once. I'm not either.

I did a step closer to the counter, when I realized I forgot the gun and the bag in the car. Like a salvation I wanted to go back, just to buy myself more time, when I heard a gun shots.

"Everybody to the ground!"

The voice was deep, old. I quickly turned myself to the center of that action. I heard screaming, panic flew through me, my body frozen once again. On the ground were three security guards, dead already. There stood a tall man with long black coat, black long hair, with sunglasses on. He had a shotgun in his arm, the bag in his other.

"I see you, bitch! Don't you dare call those fucking cops!" He shouted, shooting at the glass where the poor women was sitting.

Normally the glass protecting the bank would have stopped the bullet. But this bullet went straight through, hitting the women straight to the head. The panic raised even more, screaming and weeping became louder then ever.

"You!" He pointed a gun to me, and I had a feeling this was all just a dream.

"Take this," he threw the bag at me.

I did what he asked me, not even questioning anything. I was so scared, mainly from the realization that this guy wasn't a newbie at all. He knew what bullets to use, how to gain a respect.

"I see you! Wanna end up like that bitch over there?" The man growled, pointing the gun at some men on the ground.

"You... take him to the vault... give him everything you can. Move!"

The man pointed at the women who worked there and then at me. I understood what he wanted from me. And I wasn't a hero enough to say no.

"S-sir... the vault is opening every four hour. W-we can't open it now," the women cried out.

"You think I don't know it? You have exactly ten minutes before the vault is opening. Now move your fat ass and bring me everything you can."

I followed the women downstairs to the underground hallway. I was so scared, so terrified, that my brain refuse to work properly.

"There's a... there's a way out of this. This door leads out..."

She didn't even finished her sentence, when the door opened. Her eyes sparkled in hope, and I look through long hall ahead. And then it hit me. Right here and there.

I can use this situation! This is my chance, a fucking miracle!

"Open the vault, we don't know what he's capable of. I-I don't want to die here," I commanded her nervously.

"But this is our way out! We can go for help, he'll never know!"

"He shot that women through the fucking bulletproof glass! Don't you think he thought about some hidden door?" I whisper-shouted.

"You're right," she mumbled.

"We will come up with some ideas, " I assured her.

She opened the vault and we began to throw that money to the bag. My mind slowly started to work again.

This is it. Now all I need is somehow got away without her.

When the bag was full, we slowly walked back up.

"This is my plan. You go ahead and tell him that there was a trap, no. Oh, I know! Tell him that we didn't make it on time, that the vault didn't open. I'm gonna wait right here and then pacify him. Now go!"

She didn't seem to question me, didn't try to think about what so said. So she walked upstairs, and I quickly ran through the hidden door. Adrenaline was pumping through my veins, giving me courage I needed. At the end of the hall there was a door. I opened it, and it took me only several seconds to realize where I was.

Without any more thinking I grabbed the bag tighter and ran through the alley way only to see the City bank right next to me. I quickly walked towards Jack's car and got in.

"You should have given me something more difficult," I whispered.

I've never believed in ghost or those things, but my guardian angel has to exist.