Everyone had at least tried to move on, except for Pope.

He had his mind set on orchestrating a heist that’ll benefit his and his other army buddies lives. Which, everyone seemed on board with after some extensive pestering from Pope.

The ex-special forces operatives thought the $17k was a miracle sent from some divine power, it was too easy. Plan the route, do what needs to be done, take the cash… They needed the money after all… I mean, it was just a basic heist. Seems easy enough, which lucky for them, they were all extremely trained.

Especially since Benny was a boxer now.

One thing was missing, however.

You.

The guys were too scared to really… Contact you, since it’s not like you wanted them to anyway. You had moved on with your life, but they needed your help before traveling to Brazil where the safehouse was.

Unfortunately life sucky don’t it? Because Pope sent Ben to speak to you, and well… You weren’t too happy about it, but tough nuts you gotta hear Ben out, he’s your old teammate.

Ben was seated on your couch, hands clasped together while his elbows rest against his knees, his eyes locked on yours with a nervous expression. “Look, I know y’left that life behind ya… But, it’s 17 grand.”

Shit he’s using the puppy dog eyes.

“Y’know Popes ass been on that guy for years, we need to help… Money in or not. We owe him that much.” His deep voice spoke, vibrating the quiet room.