(Some time later...)
Mike awoke on a sagging couch, his throat dry, body aching. A bottle of water and a pile of meds sat nearby. Rick sat in front of him, thumbing through Norwegian Wood.
"You look like shit," Rick muttered.
"How long...?" Mike rasped.
"Rick, in a surprised tone, "You fucking muppet! You passed out like a shithead and I would've helped a few people by tearing you apart if you didn't wake up."
Rick turns on the TV. News anchor reports, "Who fell the suite of the City? Reports say that there was a heist that happened in the suite, yesterday."
[Rick changes the channel]
Another reporter states, "Convoy attacked. Who's behind this attack? Does it have any connection with the explosion that took place a few days ago?"
[A frustrated Rick changes the channel again]
A male news reporter reports, "Officer Natalie and her team, aka the 3RD division, gets suspended. She and her team are currently facing allegations regarding their role in the explosion in the city?."
[Rick gets real furious and turns off the TV]
With an evil expression and giggles, "Looks like we're famous, ladies. Time to get shit done". Mike asks, "How much did we make, you sloppy scumbag?"
Rick answers, "How much? HOW MUCH?!! It's 5 fucking million, you wanker!" Michael spits while drinking and asks, "The fuck you talking? 5 mil? You sure?"
Rick replies, "You think it's a joke? Of course it's a fucking 5!". He continues, "We're millionaires, Mikey! We're filthy rich now!" Mike who is in a happy mood asks, "What about Vas? And Tosh? Where are they?"
Rick "Tosh went underground" "To his fam." "And Vas needs yer arse at Sophie's once you're prepped up and one more thing there is a brand car for outside the one we used cannot be used you know the deal". Mike takes the new car and goes to sofie's house.
Mike found Vasily at Sophie's door, his bags packed. Sophie stood beside him, tearful. Vasily hugged her gently, whispering, "See you soon, love."
As Mike approached, Vasily grinned. "This is the one, брат."
Mike clapped his friend on the shoulder. "It was worth it."
They drove to the airport, the city a glowing sprawl in the rearview mirror. As they parted ways, Mike hugged Vasily tightly. "Да пребудут с тобой ветры, брат мой."
Vasily turned one last time before disappearing through the gate, tears streaking his face.
[A week later]
Mike grooms himself by trimming his beard, gets a fresh up, suits up and gets his keys, goes to the new car he brought with the money (Heist's) , gets in, revs it up and goes on to a city stroll.
The city rolled past as he drove, a soft tune playing on the radio. The skyline gleamed in the sunlight, broken yet beautiful.
At a traffic light, Mike tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.
"I've got a flash news, hot as a tamale. You're listening to Radio Tamale. So, I've been wondering a lot about the heist at the suite. Whoever did this must be bathing in money." Mike turns off the radio, speaking to himself, "Ugh. This again?".
The light turned green. He pressed the pedal.
Out of nowhere, a delivery truck smashed into the car. The world spun. Metal crunched. Glass shattered.
Time slowed as Mike's body was crushed against the door. Pain flared, sharp and blinding.
As darkness swallowed him, a whisper echoed softly,
"Not yet. Not today..."