Masha slowly moved her head in affirmation. “Yep, so we got one of our very own Valkyrie bank robbers.”
Diane cleared her throat. “What she is saying is, we’ve had a Valkyrie in our prison for close to fifty years due to her inability to stay out of trouble. She’s known for robbing banks, museums, homes, basically anything. Interpol was even after her for a while before we finally decided to take action. I’ll go get her.”
We waited silently wondering what to expect. Masha and Becky were the only ones who seemed annoyed with the idea we had to bring this girl in, but we needed experience and if she could outrun Interpol, then maybe we could actually do this. Turning to the door as it opened, a short black haired woman walked in, grinning from ear to ear in her orange jumpsuit. “What’s up peoples?”
“Is that prison talk? Knock it off, Chloe.” Diane shoved her forward, ignoring the scowl the girl gave her.
“For your information, that was not prison talk, just the way I talk, period.”
Diane sighed before pushing her down into a chair. “Such an uneducated fool.”
Shaking my head, I looked at Diane, who only nodded once in response. She was going a little too far with bashing on Chloe. The girl looked too young to be over fifty years old at least. She was so small, I figured if anyone bumped into her by accident, she would break to pieces. She scanned the room, her eyes falling on me in the end. “So, you are the one.”
It wasn’t a question, but a statement. For someone who had to be in prison for years, she seemed to already know a lot about me, especially for identifying me instantly. When I didn’t respond, she slumped in her seat. “I’m betting this isn’t a parole hearing.”
“Nope.” Masha grinned, enjoying Chloe’s misery a bit too much.
Taking charge, I sat up. “Depending on the outcome, we might consider relooking at your file.”
Chloe smirked, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, okay. What’s the problem?”
“We need you to help us rob a bank.”
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