The sounds of every thunder clap give Viscoris a fright, not normally known to be easily frightened, but being locked out all night during a storm at a young age does make an impact. Rain heavily pouring down it was only 3 pm in the afternoon but the pitch-black clouds in the sky made it look midnight, with every lightning strike there was a big clap and would light up his office, electricity blown out by the storm

Restlessly sitting behind his desk in his office his lamp being his only source of light apart from the reoccurring light caused by the lightning strike, Viscoris planning his favourite go-to truck heist for tomorrow afternoon was just finishing up on some final touches to the masterplan. Viscoris had an inside man he had someone in the company feeding him information on the route the truck would be taking at what specific time and how much money would be on board, the company regularly changed its routes and even added a second fake truck hauling no money what so ever.

 Viscoris heavily relied upon his inside man intel to make this a successful operation without him, his job would become much harder and would involve more people, Viscoris enjoyed doing crime solo but was happy to work a part of a team for bigger jobs that required more people, but this truck heist was his for the taking no one else’s. This operation had only one flaw and that was the amount of guards protecting said truck, the inside man reported to Viscoris about rumours of overstaffing and over budgeting, knowing damn well the company could not afford this many staff Viscoris decided he would work around the issue and bring more ammunition expecting a heavy firefight.

A few hours past and finished with the master plan Viscoris was growing extra irritable something was wrong, doubts flow through Viscoris’s mind “Is this all a big set up” “Am I going to get caught” “Have I overlooked anything” Viscoris knew his inside man for over 15 years there was no way he would betray him, so this could not be a setup. Whisking off his seat grabbing his bottle of whiskey and glass pouring the whiskey to the brim it should help with the nerves this is a first, Viscoris does not normally drink during the day before committing a crime let alone in the late evening but why today?

Not deterred by the doubts Viscoris finishes his drink folded up his paperwork and stuck it into his safe, leaving the HQ Viscoris motioned one of his bodyguards standing right outside the doors to fetch the car, the weather clearing up nicely  hoping tomorrow would be nice weather Viscoris sat in the back of the car the bodyguard pulled up in and proceeded home.

There was not even light and Viscoris was ready, the mornings of a heist were always Viscoris some discomfort but he enjoyed the thrill.T he configuration of the operation replaying in his head on repeat he knew every step by step like the scene was playing right in front of him like a cinematic feature, putting aside the doubts in his mind about the operation Viscoris was hopeful this would be a successful day who knows he might celebrate his big win by taking Luna out for dinner she would definitely question my antics but he will be prepared for the dangerous questions, hell if he can rob a heavily guarded truck by himself he can definitely handle a few questions right?

Only a few hours left before he meets the truck at the bridge it’s the best place for an ambush a narrow path the only place to escape is to reverse, Viscoris’s plan to make the truck reverse was to park his car vertically across both lanes which will cause a blockage and will render that route useless which then the truck will be forced to reverse out of the bridge and waiting will be Viscoris prepared for action.

Nerves running high, Viscoris jumps into his personal vehicle and drives off to the bridge with his weapons in the trunk, it was a forty-five-minute drive so had time to hype himself up so he would be mentally prepared, he did not want to go into this operation half in half out he could not let his doubts overcome his thoughts if so he would definitely fail and would never see Luna again. Driving twenty metres onto the bridge, Viscoris turns the car vertically cutting both lanes and quickly pulls out the big black bag out of his trunk full of equipment and weapons the bag felt like he was carrying someone twice his size on his back, walking to the ambush point just to the side of the bridge Viscoris rests and gathered his thoughts, it was only moments later the truck drove past and notices the car blocking the lanes the truck suddenly halts it stops in its place for a few moments before slowly reversing out this was the moment to strike, coming out from the side of the bridge carrying his bag and his weapon Viscoris runs up to the reversing truck, ready to fire at the truck it suddenly halts and the back doors swing wide open.

This was it, it was at this moment Viscoris knew he should of went with his gut.