Chapter 19 - Chapter 19

A young woman, in her mid-thirties, joined the National Bank. She scanned her batch, for which she went through the scanner. Armed police examined the employee for money and murder weapons. In her pocket they found only a pocket knife, where they asked her what she was doing with it. "For my apple," she came closer to her bag again, for which she took out the apple. For seconds, he looked at the woman with black hair, green eyes, pink coat and her abdomen all black. Her knife was returned. She smiled back kindly and ran into the women's locker room. She changed her clothes, wore rather monotonous clothes. The pocket knife, which she said she used for the apple, she put unfolded in her pocket. She came out, ran to the Theresen, which were about to open. She greeted her colleague, who counted the bare for today. They open at eight, as they do every day, but that day will be extraordinary for them. The first customers stormed in. "We're going to need a plan M!" I told him. "We have to be prepared!" he replied to me. "Blanca do you have time for a coffee with me?" the colleague invited during the ten o'clock break. With a smile, she agreed. Together they went to the cafeteria. I coughed up my lungs. "Again!" he told me. I attacked M. with a five-centimeter-long rod. From left to right I wanted to cut off his head. He jumped down, twisted his leg at an outstretched angle. If I hadn't jumped, I would have been thrown backwards. I approached head-on as the staff flew out of my hands. The moment I wanted to kill him with a fist, he blocked it, grabbed my arm and threw me on the ground hard. Bianca sat across from her colleague. They held coffee in their hands. "Is there anyone in the big vault today?" she asks him. "There should always be someone inside." "The book I recommended to you, you read this one." She nodded, but knew she was lying. I flew on the ground. "You did it really well! You're ready for tomorrow." Bianca had been waiting for hours when a grandmother and a gentleman arrived. In seconds, they shot all the guards they took out of bags they held in their hands. Bianca's college leaned in front of the counter. He trembled, could not see the dead, Bianca, on the other hand, only looks at the thieves.M. gave me a file about Bianca, a bank employee who worked at the front desk. I looked at them. Her black hair, which was beautifully placed. I looked at her dossier, where all the important information about Bianca could be seen. The next morning I was awake early. I could imagine Bianca more accurately when I woke up in her room. It was a big room. As soon as I got up, I felt the cold air under her legs. I changed my mind, took small moves and glances at her wonderful, young body. Nicholas grabbed me in Bianca's body. «Take me to the vault!» I nodded, played anxiously, and was actually believable. I opened the safe with Bianca's code, which I remembered from the file. While Nicholas was looking at the money, Lehmann aimed her gun at me. I was lucky to have a young, reflexive body, because otherwise I would have a bullet in the back of Bianca's head. I quickly turned around, even before she could shoot me, I threw the gun far away. I stabbed her with the knife I had in my pocket. She called to call Nicholas. But when he came, she was already dead. From his right side I surprised him, so I stabbed him several times on the chest. Although blood came out, but he seemed rather unwundeted. He did not pay attention to his wound, but wanted to reach for his weapon, which I took from Lehmann. He was breathing heavily. I pushed the gun away from him. He turned around. He knew that there was no exit for him. I kicked him in the face, so I had soiled Bianca's shiny shoes. He tried to get up again, stabbing him in the neck. Now he fell back to the ground. He should be dead. I breathed a sigh of relief again. Although I had also got a few scratches, was also bleeding, but was not finished yet. Miles was still waiting for me in the garage. He was having his headphones on when I startled him. Something knocked on his van but couldn't see anything or anyone. He came out, and I shot him in the head. He, too, should now be dead. My clothes, Bianca's clothes were stained with blood. I jumped into the body of a woman of the same age as Bianca, who was walking through the garage. I jumped into her skin. She had black hair, dark tanned skin, a short skirt, wise shoes and a shirt. The attainment after myself increased. I felt the need in her body to get excited.