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“Midas, im not too sure about this.” Marigolds voice came through the phone worried.
Midas sighed, “I’ll be fine. It’s the only way to get the yacht back.”
“If you’re sure then. Make sure to update me.”
“Of course, of course. Talk to you later, Marigold.”
He hung up the phone and put it in his pocket. Resting his golden hands on the edge of the sink, he sighed for what seemed to be the millionth time.
Simply for this mission he changed a lot about himself. This, Montage, he had a certain type. And to go through Crime City he had to make sure he didn’t seem rob-able. He had let his hair grow out to his shoulders, some of it in the back being put up into a small bun.
Midas wore a black tanktop and black skinny jeans, he switched his dress shoes out for some black cowboy boots. A gold chain necklace with a bullet hung on his neck. On his waist was a belt holding bullets and a shotgun. He was now an outlaw.
The first part of his mission was too bring some attention to himself from Montagues goons. To do so he needed to rob the bank of Crime City and get caught later on and brung to Montague himself.
Running his hands through his hair, Midas walked into the living space of his apartment. Once he was outside the apartment complex, he walked slow, hand always lightly touching his shotgun. Even if he didn’t look robable, someone would still try.
Midas stood in front of Crime City Bank. Questioning himself, doing all this for a.. yacht? Yes. Yes he was.