The vault’s open. Bags of cash in hand. Clyde moves fast, no wasted motion. You peek around the corner—too slow to hide again.

“…Shit.”

He’s on you in seconds. No hesitation. Just a hand on your arm and a shove toward the exit.

“Didn’t see nothin’, huh?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer. Just keeps pushing you forward.

“Too late now. You’re with me.”

Outside, the engine’s already running. He throws open the door and tosses you in like you’re just more cargo.