DAUGHTERS

Oscar's point of view. 

We have just been done with diamonds, and now, there is gold to go after. 

Father's ears and eyes were at it again. Some conversations between a woman and a man.

Thanks to our new set-up of systems that helped him to achieve that.

According to him, the woman once had a husband that worked as a gold miner at a gold mining company. The man died while mining gold some years ago. And he had two sons and a daughter.

The company's general manager issued a warrant to compensate the man's family; golden bars worth sixty-five million dollars were assigned to the family.

That was five years ago, according to his research, but the man in charge intentionally delayed the gold so he could have the money to himself.

The gold was transported after five years of issuing, and it was taken to the widow's house so she could see the gold and sign the documents to clear it.

She did sign, and she was promised the gold would be changed for money and be brought to her.

It's a couple of years now, and the money never got to her. The man was running away with the money from America to Cuba in two days' time, and father wanted us to retrieve the money.

The day came for us to retrieve the money. I was the one with the wheels, and Vesta was sitting beside me. Vesta, just too crazy.

There were two cars behind the van that was transporting the money to the airport.

We were going to hijack the van and drive it to a place where we could clear the money off it.

We were dressed in our customized hooded dresses and dabbed our faces with our customized masks.

As I drove close to the van, Vesta was aiming to get in. The two guys in the front of the van noticed, rolled up their glasses and started speeding up.

Vesta asked me to drive close to them, which I did.

Vesta, just too crazy. She squeezed herself out of our speeding car to jump on the side of a speeding van. 

My eyebrows were raised in panic underneath my dabbing mask. I totally lost myself in milliseconds, and my hand batched on the horn unconsciously.

The sound of the horn was what called my senses back to its right state. 

Before I knew it, Vesta was already on the van's step board shooting its door's glass repeatedly at a spot. The glasses are bullet-proof, so she kept shooting a spot to crack them open.

She was holding a handgun, and that made it hard for the bullet to penetrate the glass.

I should have hit the van from behind or badged it when I had the chance, but that would make Vesta fall from it, so I didn't.

Soon she cracked the glass, and she elbowed it a couple of times, the access to the front seat was then gained by her.

Once her hand was in, the guy sitting beside the driver was trying to get rid of her. My eyes then shifted for a moment, my sight focused on the car ahead of me. 

Immediately, I swerved past the car and got to its front. I felt my tire crushed something that burst open.

I looked sharply in the rear mirror. I saw blood on the road and the car immediately behind me refused me permission to have a proper look at what it was.

I was very scared. I looked at the van and Vesta was nowhere to be found.

The beating of my heart stopped corresponding with the reasoning of my mind.

"Have I just killed my sister?" That was what my mind was asking my brain.

All my energy was forced on the accelerator, and I got beside the van.

Still no sign of her. I was worried. I spoke with Swiss on the communication system. She was coming behind in a car. She told me a hand and a leg had been paralyzed.

"What?" I screamed. She told me she helped me crush one leg too. And it was the leg of the man I crushed his arm.

It was Mince who was in the car with her that answered my question correctly, and told me she was in the van already.

Dancing is the van in which our money is. From the left to the right, it was shifting on the road, and it seemed to lose control.

That was Vesta's doing. I am sure she must have been hitting the man driving the van, and the man was driving from the left to the right of the road.

At that moment, when Vesta got on board, the driving was normal. The van started slowing down to the normal speed limit. Vesta then informed us that she was in control.

And we can go to the place where the money will be taken out of the van.

Vesta's point of view.

I asked Oscar to drive me close to the van. She didn't know what I was up to then.

She must have been surprised when I squeezed myself out of the car and into the van. 

I could tell she was surprised because she suddenly pressed the horn when she almost hit the car in front of her.

When the guys in front of the van saw me, they quickly rolled up their glasses. I thought as much, the glass was bullet-proof.

I kept shooting on a spot. The guys were only transporting secretly. So, none were with a gun.

They never expected anyone to suspect or follow them. They underestimated my dad.

I jumped on the van and my repeated shooting at a spot cracked the glass open. A couple of hits on it with my elbow got the job finished.

I targeted the lock and unlocked it. I pulled out the guy next to me.

I was so sure Oscar had a wheel over one of his hands. I got into the van and squeezed the man's balls. 

That was the first time I felt a man's private part in my hands.

He was in pain and screaming as he kept driving left and right of the road.

I knocked him off and took over the wheel. I opened the driver's side door and pulled him off.

The driver's seat was fully taken by me, and I slowed down. And I immediately informed others that we had our money.