TYCE (20 page)

      “Well, what he say?”

“He said he wanna talk some business. I’ma go

to his house later and see wasup.” Omar

reported trying to remain calm and cool.

“Baby this is what you been waiting on, Biz aint blind baby, he sees your potential!” Tasha said tapping his ass playfully.

Omar returned the favor and smacked her ass just a little harder than she did. This business talk was like an aphrodisiac for both of them; before he left to see Biz, they celebrated the good news with a mid afternoon fuck in the chair…with the garage still wide open.

#1

  
It was a Friday night, two weeks after the hotel hit. The crew met up at the warehouse spot before the first job. Everyone showed up on time: Omar, Dallas, Sway, and Angelique were more than ready to get it in. They’d been patiently waiting and Tyce was thoroughly impressed with everyone’s poise. He went over the plan for the first job in detail making sure the whole team was on the same page. There was an intense feeling in the dusty air of the warehouse. When Tyce was satisfied each person knew their jobs inside and out they divided into two teams and left the warehouse in separate cars. Tyce secured all the cars and one van for the hits, he stole license plates from other cars and put them on the vehicles they’d be using over the next few days. Tyce, Angelique, and Sway lead the way, followed by Omar and Dallas. Tyce purposely put Dallas in the car with Omar; he knew his friend was anxious and he had no doubt that Dallas could handle his temper and keep him in line. It was ten o’clock on the dot when they pulled up to the Catholic Church. Tyce swooped the car around to the back

of the enormous cathedral looking building. All the lights were off in the parking lot but dim lights glowed from inside. Tyce cautiously scanned the parking lot, searching for any uninvited guests. Right on cue, Dallas and her partner in crime exited their car, walked around to the front of the church, and went in. Dallas looked different wearing a “
Tina
Turner”
wig and sporting professor style prescription glasses. Omar had a dark blue baseball cap on coupled with black shades. When they entered; Dallas and Omar split up and checked the back room for any unseen people; next, they moved toward the front of the vast room by the confessional booths. Omar opened the door to the side the priest normally occupies and found him sitting on a small bench taking a late night nap.

“Time to wake up Pope!” Omar nudged him in the ribs with his gun.

The gray haired priest looked like he’d seen a ghost as his drowsy brain registered what was happening. With his red eyes wide with fear he stammered,

“
Wha
wha
what’s going on,
what do you  want
!”

“Don’t have a heart attack on me pops…jus’

get your ass up and walk slowly to that back room in the corner.”

The gun remained snuggled in his rib cage as he obeyed orders and stood up real slow. Omar backed up a bit so his new prisoner could step out the undersized booth. He made sure to grab his Bible before he left the booth; his hands began to shake slightly when he saw Dallas leaning against the door of the other booth holding a silver gun by her thigh. No doubt his legs were shaking as well, but they weren’t visible under his huge black robe.

“
In the name of God
, please don’t hurt me! What do you want…we
have no money here!”

“Keep walking pops. We want the key to the basement door.” Omar told the confused man.

“What key…what door?”

Omar and Dallas steadily ushered him toward the back room, once inside Dallas got real serious,

“Look granddaddy, playin’ fuckin’ dumb is gonna get your ass speeding down the highway to heaven! Come up off the key nigga!” She put the barrel of her gun in his hairy ear and glared at him.

He lost his breath for a second before he answered,

“
Ok
,
ok
,
ok
…just stay calm, stay calm.”

The elderly priest started to put his hand inside his robe, Omar and Dallas tightened the grip on their guns in reaction to his sudden movement.

“Easy easy…I’m just retrieving my keys from

my pocket.” He said holding very still.

“Move
real
slow.” Dallas pushed the barrel further into his eardrum.

Their captive put his bony hand inside his robe and fumbled around; he produced a key ring crowded with ancient keys. He pointed to a key that had the letters “B D” scratched into it.

“Was that so hard old timer?” Omar joked, snatching the key ring from him, “Now get your ass in the closet, and kneel down.”

The priest did exactly as he was told walking inside the coat closet and getting down on his knees like he was saying his bedtime prayers. Omar put the gun to the back of his head as Dallas searched him for a cell phone; not finding one, she pulled out duct tape and some rope from her backpack. She quickly tied his wrist to his ankles and playfully kissed him on the top of his balding head. Omar moved the gun from the back of his head, turned off the light in the closet, closed, and locked the door. Omar put his gun away; he grabbed a walkie-talkie from his back pocket and signaled Tyce,

      “We got it.”

“Good, open the back door…we ready.” Tyce signaled back.

Moments later, Dallas and Omar appeared at the back door to the church and let Tyce and Sway in. Angelique remained in the car; she drove gradually to the corner intersection and parked, posting look out. Tyce unlocked the basement door and the three men quickly made their way down the old dusty stairs. Dallas stayed upstairs in the church; she locked the gigantic front doors from the inside and stood by the window spotting Angelique outside. Angelique met her gaze and gave the thumbs up sign silently telling her everything was cool; they exchanged flashy smiles and went back to focusing on their jobs.

      Tyce approached one of the dozens of storage rooms in the basement. It was an old room with a thick metal door. This church was over a hundred years old and whoever built this room built it to last. Through Tyce’s relationship with Simone not to mention the twenty five thousand in cash he paid her the day he and Angelique dropped by, he’d found out that this is where Diego Alverez hid most of his money and the bulk of his product. Diego chose this incredibly low-key spot because in the constitution there was a separation between church and state. The feds would have to jump through a few hoops before they could organize a raid on this place and by that time, he’d know what was up and move the shit. He’d been hiding his shit here for years, the old heads who ran the church didn’t mind; especially since Diego’s generous donations kept this place open. They didn’t even have a key to the storage room.

      Tyce looked at Sway, “Do ya thing boy!”

Sway dropped his heavy ass duffle bag in front of the door and examined the locks and hinges carefully. He studied the construction and determined where the weak points were located. This was his specialty in the military…they’d basically trained him how to bypass alarms and get into places that regular people couldn’t. He was a member of an elite team in the marines a lot of the shit his unit did was off the record and classified; which made him perfect for this type of shit. Sway put on a pair of black welding glasses and broke out a blowtorch. He hit a switch on the handle while flicking the tip and a bright blue light lit up the dark room. Omar and Tyce stepped back to avoid the flying sparks as Sway began to burn through the thick hinges. Tyce was cool as a fan on high while Sway worked on the door. He pulled out a fresh pack of “
skittles”
and poured himself a handful; he passed the bag to Omar who did the

same. The two friends snacked in silence waiting

patiently for Sway to finish. The last of the four hinges hit the ground and Sway turned his attention to the locks. He sprayed some sort of  chemical inside.

“What’s that shit Sway?” Tyce asked while

smacking his lips on the juicy “
skittles.”

“It freezes the locking mechanisms, once it freezes it’s easy to break the device inside.” Sway schooled. “It makes that shit as cold as a penguins balls!”

Sway grabbed a long metal tool from his bag of goodies and forced it into the locks one by one. He yanked the tool; lunging back with his body weight. Once the third lock was broke, he finally pulled out a battering ram.

“Help me out Tyce.”

Tyce assisted Sway by grabbing two of the four handles on each side of the colossal pipe. Omar just watched as they muscled the tool into position, it had to weigh at least a hundred pounds, but the force needed to break through the door required two strong men working together.

Tyce lead the count as they got the momentum going. One…two…threee!”

BLAAAMMMM
!!!!

The gigantic solid door crashed open and fell back

like a tree in the rainforest.

“Damn! That shit was heavy as a muthafucka!” Tyce confessed out of breath.

They all walked inside together to search for what they’d come for. Tyce flipped the switch on the dusty wall and a bright light made all three men squint. The large room had shelves along the walls stocked neatly with medium sized plastic bins and large size plastic bins on the floor. Tyce grinned as he counted the containers,

“Four big ones and ten little ones, how much you wanna bet Diego put the money in the little ones?” He walked toward the bins on the shelves.

Tyce immediately snatched one of the bins off the shelf and peeled of the lid…inside he saw vacuum sealed bags of money filled to the top. He was right; all ten bins contained 500,000 each, he knew the exact amount because Mr. Alverez had graciously labeled all the bags in black magic marker with the correct dollar amount. Tyce took two folded up gym bags from his backpack and began transferring the money. Sway just stood there in a pleasant shock. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He eventually snapped out of it when Tyce interrupted,

“Sway! Stop fantasizing about what you gonna buy your wife and help me pack man.” Tyce said jokingly.

Sway snatched the second bag and began filling it up with the loot; he tried to stay serious but he just couldn’t wipe the huge smile off his face. Sway’s lips were getting ashy from smiling so hard, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Except for his wife in her leather bustier, this was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. Omar on the other hand was busy taking the lids off the larger bins on the floor. His eyes lit up when he saw countless bags of white powder stuffed in each of the four bins. There was no telling how much product was inside…not without a scale and a whole lotta time.

“Yo, this Diego nigga got work for centuries my nigga!” Omar exclaimed holding up two ivory colored bricks in the air.

“Good for him……..we leavin’ that shit.”

Omar stared at the back of Tyce’s head because he was busy working with the money. It burned Omar up inside but he extinguished the fire but not before he slipped a brick into his jacket without anyone seeing.