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Part I: The Pitch
Clarissa looked uneasily to her new compatriots. "Elaborate."
"I want in."
What?" Dom asked, incredulous, "What is this? Fuckin' Wizard of Oz? We're not adopting every random dripwad who comes waddling along. Take your little dancing shoes and follow, follow, follow fuck off."
"Says the first dripwad I clued in on this," Clarissa glared at Dom before returning her gaze to Zoe. "Still, I'm not fond of handing out participation awards to any schmuck who 'wants in.' If we're going to split the cut four ways, you have to make your job clear." She crossed her arms and leaned forward. "What can you do for us?"
"I'm probably the best hacker in the school," Zoe said, her smirk growing, "You're gonna need Mission Control to take care of the cameras and everything."
Clarissa was silent for a bit. She hadn't taken that into account. Merely pictured this robbery as a smash-and-grab, thrill in the moment adrenaline boost in her mundane life. An eye in the sky of sorts would be good to have. Hell, they might even get away with it. Who would thought it?
"Alright," Clarissa accepted their fourth member. She addressed all of them. "We have a hacker, a driver, a speedster and a thinker. We pull off this job, take an even cut and forget each other so we can live comfortably with our loot. This isn't going to be easy. We're all going to fuck up one way or another. So I'm going to need your total and whole dedication now. Are you guys in?"
Clyde bit his lip, as if he were just now understanding the weight of what they were planning. "Bet."
-Clarissa and Clyde
"Of course."
"All the way, baby," Dom nodded, "The Stallion rides at dawn. Or...whenever the hell."
"OK," Clarissa said, taking their word as she looked about this group of criminals in the making. "Let's rob a bank."
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