Jorge walked around the gang-controlled block to the car with the two men. Both men were gone. He placed a grenade under a tire then pulled the pin with the pressure from the tire holding the handle in place. From there he made his way to the front door and using the keycard went inside. He passed men as they went outside and toward the building with the cameras. Down a hallway, he found a small staircase that seemed to be shabbily retrofitted going down. At the bottom, he found another security door left open. Inside was a sea of cash in Mexican Pesos, Euros and American Dollars. In another room was an arsenal of weapons including explosives and rocket launchers. Jorge took off his jacket then the tactical vest replacing it with one with pockets. He knew leaving with a bag would get him stopped then shot. Back in the cash room, he found what had to be the banker. He was maybe five foot three in his fifties with a deep-set hairline, a bald spot, thick glasses, and a pencil-thin mustache. He also had a small automatic pistol in his hand. The Banker asked, “what are you doing here?” Jorge shot him in the head saying, “making a withdraw.” Jorge packed his vest with cash both Euros and American Dollars replacing the body armor plates with cash leaving the room with around four-hundred thousand dollars.
Just outside a man got behind the wheel of the stationed car and starting it causing it to roll forward an inch releasing the grenade. Unlike the movies when it went off, there was no large orange and yellow explosion just a puff of smoke and shrapnel shredding the gas tank. The gas spread across the street and with a spark the vapor caught fire torching all the cars on the block. As the fire spread, Jorge made his way out and down the block. The fire department rolled up on the fire along with men looking for a firefight but instead they helped the firefighters put the fire out just as the police arrived finding well-armed gang members. The gunfight lasted three minutes with what became a standoff until three days later when the police moved into a building filled with guns and money.
Everyone they could get there on such short notice came to the event and party. Even Alice and her husband Max were there with Ying. The ceremony was brief with an exchange of rings as well as vows. Cathy carried the bouquet to hold one tradition but only one. She turned and tossed it striking Jill in the face. Later that night Cathy would find Jeff and Jill in Wendy’s office naked and having sex or what Cathy would later see as them making love. She didn’t stop them she just quietly closed the door and backed away thinking, “not my problem.” Just outside the door, she found Scott. He was following her since the ceremony and for what had to be the fifth time Cathy said, “no there is no way they are yours.” Scott asked, “they?” Cathy turned to Scott and said, “not a word. We are telling everyone tonight, and if you say something before we can tell everyone, I’ll rip off something you’ll miss.” Scott looked at the door asking, “she’s in there with him, isn’t she?” He and Jill had a momentary thing back a few months ago, but they never were more than friends with benefits or that was how Jill saw it. Scott went back to the open bar and poured a glass of whiskey neat. Sitting at the bar was Ying. She saw the look on his face and said, “you’re not my type. I like them a little more female, but you know you won’t find what you want in the bottom of that glass right.” Scott downed the whiskey in one shot then said, “right now I’m just looking for a way to end tonight. I’ll find something new tomorrow.” Scott sat down on the couch next to Sally. He asked her, “is there something wrong with me?” Sally put her arm around him and said, “I don’t know, all I see is my friend.” An hour later, Scott was passed out on the couch next to Sally who stayed with him through the night.
Cathy turned out the lights in the common room leaving Sally and Scott asleep on the couch and Jill and Jeff in the office. Everyone else was either gone or sleeping on whatever bed they could find. She went to bed next to Wendy thinking about how Jeff while looking at the food on the table asked in sign, “twins?” Ruth knowing sign finally saw what he saw and asked out loud, “twins?” She nodded, and the dying party picked back up then died again. That night Wendy dreamed about Peter for the first time in years, but unlike those days in prison, she remembered the good times from long before they had to grow up. Those days as children they played-outside not thinking about anything else but fun and sun. Her dreamed changed to Cathy and twin girls with blonde hair and the deep green eyes of their father. In that dream, George was there as a proud papa watching over his girls alongside her and Cathy. Time seemed to pass, and the girls were going to school for the first time. Jeff was there with a pregnant Jill. Jeff turned to Wendy and asked in Cathy’s voice, “Wendy why are you crying?” Wendy said, “because nothing lasts forever.”