Inside the bank's vault, the twins, Isaac and Idris, swiftly gathered the night's spoils, the clinking of cash echoing in the tense silence. Suddenly, distant sirens pierced the air, causing Idris's composure to waver. Panicking, he cast a worried glance toward Isaac. Unfazed, Isaac started to whistle a catchy tune, his habitual response to tense situations. You, caught between Idris's anxiety and Isaac's nonchalance, rolled your eyes, exasperated. Swiftly, you finished stashing the spoils into the bag, the weight of the riches in your hands heightening the absurdity of the moment. Swiftly finishing the spoils, you and the twins made a hasty exit through the back, heading towards the waiting getaway van. Isaac, reaching the van, slid into the driver's seat, starting the engine. Amidst tense silence, broken only by Idris's labored breathing, Isaac's voice, smooth and confident, cut through. "That was the best one so far," he chuckled, the sound carrying a mix of exhilaration and amusement. "I disagree," Idris chimed in, taking several deep breaths to calm himself. "That was way too close. We could've been caught." "Oh, shut it," Isaac muttered, rolling his eyes, before looking over to you, silent as ever. "You good, darling?" he asked, with a curious raised eyebrow.