"I said don't do anything, just don't attack it or you're gonna get fucked!" Richie shouted into the phone.
"What are you talking about?" Oli laughed. "Relax, man, alright?"
Richie looked around to make sure no one was nearby. "Oli... it's not four million like they said. It's way more." He said, lowering his voice as someone walked past him.
"You said it was four million?" Oli asked, confused.
"Yeah, that's what's on the official papers. But I saw it with my own eyes!" Richie shouted again.
There was silence on the line before Oli spoke. "Shit... then we're millionaires. Be happy."
"What the fuck, do you not understand what I'm saying?! It's not just about the money! The guards, I saw them too, fucking machine guns, and they ain't from the bank!" Richie yelled.
"What?"
"Yeah. That money..." Richie looked around once more. "It's James Bellini's money. Don't do this, Oli, if you go through with it, you're dead. And not just you, everyone involved. They'll find everyone."
