The Heist
They had been investigating for weeks, planning and setting up for what seemed like forever. But now was the time for everything to go into action. One team dressed up and settled into various undercover positions in the casino- including Lion himself over at the slots, in case he needed to call Greta and let her know someone was calling her out. Though hopefully, word of mouth would find her first.
Another at the bank, Mona using her Executor weapon to prove they could break-in at any time. It was all or nothing now- either way Greta was about to learn there were way more Executors than she previously assumed.
That is, if the Executors were right in their assumptions. But after last time who knows what might happen...
Another at the bank, Mona using her Executor weapon to prove they could break-in at any time. It was all or nothing now- either way Greta was about to learn there were way more Executors than she previously assumed.
That is, if the Executors were right in their assumptions. But after last time who knows what might happen...

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"It can't– can't be empty!" she splutters. "Let me inside– you have to let me see!"
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Do you feel something rumbling underfoot?
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Why look at that. The walls are starting to close in.
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"They're closing in the walls. Everyone, move out!"
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This day was not going all that great.
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And certainly not a Specter already slowed down by an injury.
But the curious thing is... when Miss Phantom climbs to her feet, she heads in the opposite direction. Back towards the vault. Even though she's still bleeding all over the place, if the Executors care to glance back at all as they make their escape, they'll see her scrabbling to pull herself into the hole blasted into Vault #0's door.
I'll leave what happens after to your imagination.
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"I should hope the place isn't going to keep trying to kill us!"
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One, two, three sets of running footfalls—so she hadn’t followed them. Very well, if that was her choice, then...
...He had more important things to think about than the brief and fleeting twinge of something akin to guilt. Later, perhaps.