They aren’t able to understand what the officers outside are talking about.
Through the kitchen sliding glass door, the group can see a few flashlights dancing around the backyard. So far, nothing noteworthy to report from Bill. It definitely pays to have friends like that on your side. He’d know if the police were to request special reinforcements to deal with a hostage situation. Stephen is the only one standing, looking at his phone for updates from Bill Marks.
It’s the only large part of the house that isn’t near any windows. The bandits and hostages are sitting around a long hallway stretching from the foyer all the way to the dining room on the far end of the house. Then, he and his team can resume their activities. All he needs to do is wait them out until they all leave. The ominous red glow of police vehicles is still making Stephen nervous, even though he has no imminent reason to feel fear. So far, he’s received none since the initial text telling him to cease operations. Thomas peers down at his phone for updates from Stephen. Just play it cool…and don’t make any noise or let any of those bitches escape again.” “Those bastards will be gone before you know it. Hold tight,” he whispers while looking up at the ceiling, imagining his comrades sitting around one floor up. He isn’t in any danger of suffering a heart attack, but an incredible amount of stress on the human body can do things you would never expect. The idea of cops on the premises, investigating some shit that happened outside (Thomas is certainly going to rain hellfire down on the dimwit who let one of the hostage escape, unless Stephen plans to torture them instead, in which case he’ll gladly sit back and watch that unfold), is enough to give him massive anxiety. Thomas knows he probably smells like old socks, though that is the least of his worries. He wipes a cascade of sweat off his brow with his sleeve. “Ahhhhhhhhhh,” he says after taking a long swig of water from his bottle. For now, he will enjoy the unexpected break that – if he’s being honest – he really needs. He’ll cross that bridge when he gets to it. That would probably mean sacrificing this drill bit and wearing down a fifth one pretty well, though it may be salvageable if he’s lucky. Judging from the reading produced by his ultrasonic thickness gauge, Thomas estimates he’s almost 80% through. The fourth one that’s currently being used should last 10 to 15 more minutes. Already he’s completely worn down three titanium drill bits. Dylan Tanaka’s safe is much more difficult to penetrate than he had originally anticipated it would be. The last hour has been murder on his equipment. He has no intentions of going back to prison. There are police officers snooping around the property, meaning any unnecessary noise must come to a complete halt until they leave. Two minutes ago, he received a text from Stephen Callahan telling him to stop drilling. The only thing Thomas Sellars can do is stay put.
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