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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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.