I remember when Fada talked about this mission.
He said we are going to make it seem like we are stealing. We made our way into the museum, and started firing up in the air.
We intentionally called the attention of the authorities. Nothing much, we just wanted to show them we are invisible.
In the museum, on our first appearance, we created fear in people. We were known as good people, and people were well aware of whom the daughters were.
That might make them not obey us, and it would lead to a failed mission, so we created a scene that would make them fear us.
There were security men and women in there that we put in rightful order that we wanted.
We had hostages and in just five minutes of our arrival, everything was in the state we wanted.
We got the manager, and we forcefully collected the key to the vault in which what we went there for was kept.
The key was given to me by Vesta, and I had to hand it over to Oscar.
Since our faces were covered with masks, none of my sisters could tell exactly what I was looking at.
I kept hearing Oscar's voice from miles away even though she was right beside me.
I later handed over the key to her after about a time.
When I laid my eyes on this guy, my heart was immediately disrupted, not that I was afraid of him, but I could feel something that was beyond my reasoning.
I started having thoughts, thoughts of, I must not fail to make this guy mine. I hadn't been with anyone before, and that was the first time my heart had beaten for someone.
Maybe it happened because of what I caught Fada and mother did, or it happened because it was meant to be. I don't know.
The guy is not tall, muscular, or fierce-looking guy that most girls wanted. I have normally wanted short guys since I was young.
Short guys are smart, intelligent and very understanding. They kill it by caring for their woman.
You don't have to talk much before they know what you want as a woman, unlike some tall guys who would like to boss their woman.
I learned all that when I was in high school.
This guy is my type of guy. I really wanted him so badly I lied to my sisters that I wanted to examine him privately.
I seized the opportunity to take him to a private place. I blocked the communication system in my ear, so my sisters would not listen to us.
I asked him who he was. He was frightened, and didn't answer me.
So I asked again in the simplest and most soft voice I have ever used. This time, it's clear he was no longer afraid as before.
But he still didn't answer me, and he was looking at the gun in my hand.
Because he was scared, I lowered the gun and urged him to talk to me.
I asked what his name was. When he spoke, his voice awakened my spirit. That voice got to the innermost of me as he answered and said, "My name is Wilson".
Funny was the thing that happened there: he should be the one in control, and I should be the one being shy, or scared, judging he was the male, and I was the female.
But it was the other way round because I was armed.
"Wilson, look at me, what brings you here?" I asked.
He begged me to be easy on him. I assured him I was not going to harm him. I started asking him questions over questions.
By now, if he's not lying to me, I know him better, I know he was single and that was a good thing for me.
When I learned he was single, something dropped in my mind, something dreadful.
I was going to open my face to him to see me.
I asked him if I could trust him, and he nodded yes.
My face was immediately opened from the mask and the hood. He kept looking at my face. I don't know if he liked what he saw or not. He didn't show the sign though.
But I believe he is more convenient around me now than when it first started.
He asked me what my name was, and I answered "I am Helen".
I wanted him to trust me more. I was going to hand him my gun, then I heard footsteps approaching. I quickly put my mask and hood back on.
It was Vesta. She asked if everything was okay and what took me so long. When I heard her footsteps, I asked Wilson to get on his knees, so by the time Vesta came in, he was already on his knees and I was pointing a gun at him.
Vesta urged me not to do anything crazy, and left the place, all three of us, and went back to where everyone was.
The heist was interesting because our hostages were supportive. We made friends with the hostages after we calmed them down, just that we didn't show our faces to them.
We collected all the artifacts we went there for, and when it was time to take our leave, we negotiated with the police that the hostages would be coming to them in groups.
We got ourselves out of our customized dress and went out like we were hostages, and all that we went there for was taken out.
It was the six women that we dressed for. The police mistook us for. Actually, those six women were volunteers.
And they were even standing where the police would have a clear view of them, and they were also holding fake guns.
We took our leave at exactly eight-twenty-five pm.
Both Wilson and I exchanged contact without the consent of my sisters. We fixed a date, and I can't wait to go out on a date with that cute green-eyed guy.
Almost all my time at the museum was spent with him. He doesn't talk much, and I still can't tell if he would be interested in me or not. Only on the date we fixed would I have an idea.