Gettin' dat Cash Money

Adam entered the abandoned storage facility with a small duffle bag on his back. Within the duffel bag held some tools, a blueprint of the bank he was going to rob, and a list of all of his associates that were accompanying him on the robbery. He headed to the center of the facility where there was a table set up and he tossed the duffel bag onto it. The boy unzipped the bag and pulled out the blueprint to unravel it on the table to prepare for the arrival of the people he was working with. After he was satisfied with the set up, he crossed his arms and waited for everyone to show up.

The first to arrive was Peter. He had no idea why he was sent on this mission. He didn't have any kind of ability that would help with a bank robbery, but he didn't complain. If they wanted him to continue helping, he must not have done too terrible of a job in Norway even though he felt like he had done practically nothing but leave an old man to die by venom. There was officially blood on his hands. Part of him felt like he had accomplished something and was slightly proud but deep within him was a tiny trace of regret. It was weird. It didn't really feel like his own regret. It felt foreign but it still nagged at him in the back of his mind. Peter wished he knew what that was about.

"So what are we doing this for?" he asked Adam softly, making sure not to be too loud and draw attention. Did they need the money for anything?