soulping | GULGALLANA BANK HEIST

[She leans down to pick up the phone, walking to the elevator to ring them up to the 58th floor as she gives the operator a response.]

Oh, sorry! Meant to dial 411. My mistake! I won't take up more of your time.

[She hangs up, and hits the button for the lift. Naughty, naughty, miss manager. Better finish tying the other two up while we wait.]

[The manager and the teller cry in agony as you tie them up. It doesn't look like they're going to be very quiet, but they can no longer impede your progress!]

[And of course, when we finally get here... I'm just going to sigh.]

There goes the possibility of a soft entry... Put some duct tape on their wounds or something. And their mouths too, I suppose.

[Duct tape... probably isn't going to actually help a lot, but hopefully it'll slow down their bleeding a bit.]

Is there anyone else on this floor, Fade? If they have security, they're probably already on their way, but it's good to have the advantage here.

Edited 2014-05-25 02:02 (UTC)

[Fade is just. internally facepalming so hard over here. good job punch. good job.]

I know, I know. I'm checking. [concentrating to see if she can sense anyone approaching...]

[You find no one approaching! It's just you, the bank employees and your team.]

...there's no one, as far as I can see. We're alone for now.

...Let us simply get on with the task at hand.

[So I can put my guilt off for later.]

Yeah. Check the manager for the keys while you're at it, Punch. Look for a wallet, too: A lot of people make their password a family member, so things like birth certificates, family photos, or even random slips of paper can tell us a lot.

[Now then, let me... go investigate what it's like behind the counter.]

[Behind the teller counter there is a door presumably leading to the rest of the bank, but it's locked. The two cash trays from the registers sit on top of the counter in the midst of being counted along with papers for documenting the transaction. All in all there's 550,000 yen on the counter.]

People, yeah, but banks? What kinda vault you think we're dealin' with?

[She says, doing as instructed all the same. Pocketing any cash they have on them while she's at it.]

Banks are run by people. Realistically, they would either have the vault automated, or make it so only the manager has access. Theoretically, there could be a lot of potential vaults, but if it's one opened electronically, we'll need her password unless we want to do things the hard way.

[...We're going to do things the hard way anyways, aren't we? This is already the situation we're in, after all.]

[You find the key to the manager's office. You also find her wallet! Inside is a picture of a cat. And another picture of a cat. And another... There's ten pictures of cats in all. On the backs are written their names:

Fiona
Adrianne
Leon
Anastasia
Figaro
Eliott
Lindsey

: You also score 20,000 yen and a coupon for a free spa treatment at Fabio's.]

...Jeez, lonely much?

[calling out to Diz] Oi! Try "falafel!"

If the password actually turns into falafel, she should really be fired. You never use actual words for passwords, that's like security 101. ...Not that anyone follows those anyways.

[Siiigh.]

We'll find out later, though. For now, we're going to need a physical key to get forward. Did you find one?

Edited 2014-05-25 02:37 (UTC)

Right here. [A key which she jogs up to deliver, pausing momentarily just before handing it over.]

...Wait, falafel is a word?

It is, yes. If I recall, it's the national dish of Israel, though I don't know what exactly it is aside from that.

[But yes, let's try the key.]

Edited 2014-05-25 02:45 (UTC)

[On the other side of the door you find the manager's office! It's fairly large. There's a filing cabinet, a wastebasket, a desk with a computer and a shredder. Along the walls are pictures of various foods. Apparently the manager has two loves?

On the far side of the room is a very large, very sturdy looking metal door with a keypad next to it. On the near side are two doors marked CUSTODIAL and SECURITY respectively.]

[Well then, it's tempting to go for the keypad... Very tempting...]

Fade, you're absolutely sure there's nobody here or in security or anything, right?

[If she gets verification nobody's there, though...]

Now then, if this actually works...

[She begins typing in tune with her syllables: FALAFEL]

You don't belong in a bank.

Edited 2014-05-25 03:04 (UTC)

[A desktop boots up! The background is falafel. Are you surprised?

Three programs have shortcuts on the desktop. Email, a spreadsheet program and scheduling program.]