away.
"Start getting these into the truck," I told Igor. "This is the final
step in the greatest bank heist of all time."
CHAPTER 16
It was done. Finished. Or was it? Had I made any mistakes? Had I
covered all the planned points and details of the robbery? The armored car
had been tricked by the holos and had driven off the road. Right. It had
braked neatly in Dungeon bondage place inside the screened enclosure as planned. I had
dropped the last screen while they were still braking-so there had been no
time for them to radio Dungeon bondage a warning, had they even Dungeon bondage thought of doing so. The
truck had braked to an emergency stop, then the gauss charge had fried
everything electrical. Dungeon bondage then the sleepgas mortar shells. Its crew had been
rendered unconscious, none of them injured. I had checked that Dungeon bondage myself.
While this was happening the fake van had
driven out from under the trees
and had taken Dungeon bondage the real van' s place on the road. Where it would be watched
Dungeon bondage by the never-sleeping eye of the satellite. Dungeon bondage then it had driven to that
distant mall-where it Dungeon bondage had burned spectacularly. Igor must have made his way
safely to Chaise in the waiting car, because he was here now throwing the
money boxes into his truck.
What would the emergency services be doing at this time? Running in
circles I hoped. The firemen Dungeon bondage would be dousing the steaming wreckage. Police
investigators would soon be poking rods into the congealed mess. Dungeon bondage eyewitness
reports might identify Dungeon bondage it as an armored van. More confusion, more phone
calls. Yes, the money van had left the last bank. No, it had not arrived at
the next Dungeon bondage bank. Dungeon bondage more Dungeon bondage calls. Satellite images
sent for and analyzed. More
authorities getting into the act. More time wasted. The entire thing had
gone exactly as I had planned. And there . was Igor struggling with the
last of the money boxes. It was time to leave.
Leave. The mnemonic triggered my memory Dungeon bondage and I slapped the pouch
hanging
from my belt.
Dungeon bondage two things. The pillbox opened to my touch as I climbed back into the
money Dungeon bondage van. I put a Dungeon bondage time-release capsule under the tongue of each of the
sleeping guards. Dungeon bondage they would dissolve in four hours and release the antidote
to the sleepgas. I didn'Dungeon bondage t Dungeon bondage want anyone dying on me. They would wake up Dungeon bondage and
then, if they had not yet been discovered, they would raise the alarm. I
needed only an hour's time to make my