Every person has committed some kind of wrong in their life. Even infants have to some degree, consciously or otherwise. Javier had done something bad back when he lived in the states, it was a crime called trespassing and property damage. Now, most would see this crime and say that he had done something like running into his neighbor's lawn and breaking something after a land dispute. But no, he lost control of his car whilst driving through Georgia and landed into a tree. He went flying out the windshield and hit the homeowner's new car.

  "Every second counts now, hurry up."

  John was beginning to panic a slight bit, but he was still going to try and go through with the elevator lifting. See, he could simply use the blindfold to repel himself from the elevator and toward the ceiling, but that would make a lot of noise that was overall not stealthfully in what would be the heist.

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  "Hey there, ready for the most boring time of your life?"

  Javier, via a good left hook, managed to get into the building as he left a few men on the floor and even some in rooms that didn't matter as a way of throwing them off his trail. Just as Burino advised.

  "Well, nothing is boring when you're in good company."

  Burino sat in the comfort of the fort when he had a talk with the next person in the plan, Harold who came forth. Both of them were bored and were going to feel fine when they were going to play their part. But some part of this master plan had been overlooked, Loosy, despite his short stay at the hotel of which doubled as a fortress, had found the blueprints to the plans before his great debacle.