Valentine's Heist Chapter 2

When Frida Levy, Yvonne's mother, heard the sirens in the distance, she hurried over to Yvonne and lowered her voice. "Tell them to put everything away. If the cops really show up, we're done for!"

Yvonne was still stubborn.

She refused to admit defeat in front of the livestream camera, so she shouted at the truck. "Callum, turn off the alarm right now!"

"I'm carrying out an armored transport assignment."

"I'm your fiancée!"

"That has nothing to do with how I handle this situation."

My answer made her face turn bright red with anger.

Frida quickly walked to the front of the truck and smiled at me. "Callum, I know you take your job seriously, but these young people were just playing around. They got a little carried away, that's all. Turn off the alarm, and Yvonne won't cause any more trouble. Let's all take a step back."

I pressed the loudspeaker. "Approaching an armored vehicle with a weapon, blocking its path, or filming inside the vehicle can all create a serious security risk. Do you know what that could lead to?"

She thought for a moment before saying, "They don't know any better..."

"Then they have even less reason to come near the vehicle. Everyone, step back and keep your hands where we can see them. Anyone who refuses to comply will be treated as a high-risk individual."

Tony finally took off his mask, revealing his perfectly made-up face.

He was Yvonne's closest guy friend and the one who had started this livestream.

Holding up a selfie stick, he pointed the camera at himself and asked with a frustrated look, "Yvonne, is your boyfriend always this serious? We only had water guns, but he actually set off the highest-level alarm."

The comments in the livestream exploded.

[This security guard is way too uptight.]

[His girlfriend came all this way to surprise him, and he still won't get out of the truck.]

[Yvonne should just cry. He'll give in for sure.]

Tony glanced at the comments and immediately put on a hurt expression. "See that, everyone? Some men put on a uniform and suddenly think they can point guns at people whenever they want. It's Valentine's Day, but instead of treating his fiancée like someone he loves, he's treating her like a criminal."

After hearing this, Yvonne looked a little pleased.

She deliberately walked up to the window and started banging on the glass again. "Everyone, take a good look. I just wanted to surprise him, but he's pointing a gun at me just to protect that little bit of money. Callum, if you don't get out of this truck today, I'll take it as proof that you never saw me as your fiancée!"

I didn't respond.

Through the rearview mirror, I noticed Tony quietly adjusting the angle of his phone.

He turned the camera toward the driver's cabin and the rear compartment, clearly filming the inside layout of the armored truck.

I immediately pressed the loudspeaker. "Tony, shut that device off."

His hand stopped for a moment before he sneered. "I'm just filming on my own phone. What does that have to do with you?"

"You're filming the inside of an armored transport vehicle. Stop immediately."

"Don't make things up."

"Final warning."

Tony was about to say something when the sound of screeching brakes suddenly came from the intersection.

Two SWAT vehicles pulled across the road and blocked it completely.

Their doors opened, and several heavily armed officers quickly jumped out.

The crowd was pushed back behind the police line.

The number of viewers on Tony's livestream dropped instantly.

With no other choice, he ended the livestream.

But then a comment suddenly appeared.

[Watch the tall guy in the back!]

I immediately looked up.

At the very back of the group, a tall man was keeping his head down as he moved along the edge of the crowd toward the rear of the armored truck.

Everyone else was focused on the police. Only he had stayed completely silent.

It was a hot and humid day, yet he was wearing a heavy jacket.

His right hand was pressed against his waist. Something seemed to be hidden under his clothes.

I immediately turned my rifle toward him. "Man in the black jacket at the back! Stop right there!"

The man froze.

Yvonne suddenly turned around. "Why are you stopping him? He's an actor I hired!"

I ignored her. "Man in the black jacket, put both hands above your head and take three steps back!"

The man's movements became stiff as he slowly raised both hands.

But his eyes remained fixed on the rear wheel of the armored truck.

The SWAT commander immediately gave a hand signal. "High-risk target. Take him down!"

An officer carrying a shield moved in from the side.

Yvonne hurried in front of them. "He's just an actor! You can't arrest people for no reason!"

"Step aside."

"He hasn't done anything!"

I added through the radio, "Focus on his right waist and abdomen. He may be hiding a dangerous object."

The fingers of the man in the black jacket slowly tightened inside his sleeve.