so now i'm standing on the overpass

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For purposes of not attracting attention, Heine didn't do the driving. Eleven minutes before they're scheduled to go in, they're parked on a side street, all packed up and ready to move. Heine turns down the volume of the radio playing the police scanner and leans an elbow on the window, looking over at the jewelry store blankly.

"These masks are stupid," he says at the window. The client had suggested them, but really. They're kind of tacky. Heine taps his on the dashboard, finally turning to sit normally in his seat and give the mask an annoyed look.

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Heine keeps his gun pointed at the floor, one hand on the grip and the other bracing the barrel, stance relaxed and ready. He's fine with Jennifer doing the whole hold-up part, and just stands by as they secure the building. The windows are small enough that it'd be hard for anyone to see what's happening inside the building unless they were directly in front of them, but they have to get things done quickly.

The woman trying to slip past them isn't exactly conducive to that, though, and at Jennifer's request (of sorts), Heine takes two steps to close the distance and strikes her across the shoulders with the butt of the rifle, sending her to her knees, shouting in pain.

He might not have had to hit so hard. Heine keeps his gun pointed at her and looks back to Jennifer. "Under the counter. Give her the safe combination." The last part, he directs at the shop owner, who is mouthing words desperately at his daughter, probably trying to convince her to not resist.

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Jennifer sighs as she looks down at the woman, then shrugs a shoulder and pokes at the old man with her gun. Her attitude is so nonchalant it could be considered unprofessional (and it kind of is) but she doesn't care. He mutters the combination to her quickly, and she catches all of it, crouching to the safe and punching in the code.

When the safe clicks open, Jennifer is quick about the rest. She carefully grabs the diamonds, which are carefully stowed in a velvet bag, and stands back up. For good measure, she cocks her gun at the old man as she walks back, eyes locked on his, before she relaxes and looks to Heine.

"You ready, werewolf?" Her lips tug up as she speaks. She thinks it's hilarious.

[shooteverything]

While she gets to work on the safe, he presses the tip of the rifle to the back of the woman's head, just close enough for the muzzle to brush against her hair. She's shaking, now.

Heine just divides his attention between watching her and the store owner, waiting for Jennifer to talk again before he starts to back away, keeping the gun trained on the woman. The old man is clearly more afraid for her than for himself, so he has just enough attitude to snap a "don't call me that" before they start to leave. "If you want anything, grab it before I leave you here," he adds. He's already itching to get out of the store.

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Jennifer grins, though she knows Heine can't see it. Despite his sour attitude, she enjoys the back-and-forth bickering they have. At his insistence, Jennifer does, indeed, take a quick look around the store, spotting a simple necklace. She's smart enough to know that stealing something big and eye-catching is not a good idea, so she settles with a gold chain necklace with a small diamond in the shape of a heart. It's cute, it's pretty, and she must have it. She moves behind the desk, snatching the keys from the man's back pocket, unlocks the case and grabs the necklace.

Popping up from behind the counter, she nods at Heine and tosses the keys over her shoulder as she makes her way towards the hall.

"What, you didn't want something sparkly, either?"

[shooteverything]

Rolling his eyes, Heine waits in the doorway, gun still leveled at the back of the woman's head. It doesn't really matter that he can't see her face; he's known her long enough and been in bad enough situations with her that he can read it in her body language, probably just as well as she can see his impatience.

Once she has the necklace in hand, he starts moving again. "No," he replies. "I don't wear that kind of shit. Let's just get out of here."

This is something of an lie, because he has seven piercings and wears rings in the place of brass knuckles. In any case, once they're out of the building, he powerwalks as fast as he can without running to the car, only extending a hand for the diamonds so that she can drive.