Page 152 of Marked By the Pack
“What do you mean pretty sure? I thought you knew it!” Emma groaned.
I unzipped the bag and pulled out a drill. “It’s been a while, but I think I remember it.”
“What the hell is the drill for?!”
“In case I forgot the code. I figured I could just drill out the box and rewire it.”
Emma stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “You don’t know how to drill anything, let alone rewire something.” She ripped the price sticker off my new drill and held it up as proof.
“I do know how.”I think.Grudge had told me one time. “Besides, it’s just plan B.”
“We only ever talked about a plan A.”
“Oh, I have a plan B for everything.” I leaned over, pushed my ropes and grappling hooks to the side and pulled out zip ties, spray paint, and a gun.
“What the fuck, Zoey?! Why do you have a gun?!”
I’d thought she’d been packing earlier, so I understood her alarm. I pressed the trigger and water squirted out.
Kebe laughed.
“See…Kebe gets it.”
“I thought it was real,” Emma said.
“I know, right?” I looked down at it. Such a good replica.
“What’s all the rest of this for? I thought we were just going to go in there, grab the coin, and for some reason go to the roof and climb down the side of the building.”
“If I have forgotten the code and it takes too long to power drill into the vault, I figured we’d need to spray paint the cameras. Halftime for the game is in about an hour. They might check the security feed during the break. So we’ll spray all the cameras black. One of the guys will think the power is out, so he’ll come to investigate. Then I’ll hold him up with my water gun, zip tie his hands behind his back, and distract him whileyou two keep trying to break into the vault. Or I’ll just let him fuck me. I haven’t decided yet.”
“You’ve planned getting caught way more than you planned this actually succeeding.”
“I spent lots of time on both actually.” I pressed the trigger of the drill and the whirring sound made Emma jump. “But let’s open this vault.”
I walked up to the second vault and typed in the code. The whole display turned red and started beeping.
“Try again,” Emma said. “Is that beeping growing louder, or is it just me?”
I typed in the same code and it definitely started beeping louder.Shit.
Emma grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me toward her. “Come on, Zoey, you’ve got this. We’re great at breaking and entering. We only sometimes get caught. Try once more.”
“How many attempts do you think we get before the alarm startsreallyblaring?” Kebe asked.
“Not helping,” Emma said. “Come on, Zoey. You’ve got this.”
We all knew that if this alarm went off, we definitely wouldn’t have time to worry about drills.
I nodded and turned back to the keypad. Maybe I’d switched one of the numbers in my head. I closed my eyes and remembered Bennett’s fingers against the buttons.Bingo.He’d gone down two spaces on the right, not one. He’d pressed the nine, not the six. I typed it in and held my breath. The bleeping stopped and the vault door hissed.
“Oh thank God,” Emma said.
Kebe spun the wheel on the vault. It made a mechanical whooshing noise and the heavy metal door sprung forward.
A light inside automatically turned on. It was just like I’d remembered. It was almost like we were standing in the middle of a museum. Gems, fabrics, masks, primitive weapons and tools, and tons of gold items etched with hieroglyphics lined the walls.
“It’s just like a tomb,” Kebe said and ran her hand across the hilt of a sword. “Only fewer traps I hope. And dead families.”
