Is that a promise?

"It's been two days...Why did you choose this guy!?"
You exclaimed, looking at Frank. He just shrugs and says,
"I'm sorry, I expected him to be alone. I should've placed cameras..."
He starts to mutter on his own. The two of you were locked in a room, because you two weren't strong enough to kill this guy Frank had chosen. Two days had gone by... Two days.

I hope the kids aren't worrying about me right now...
You keep thinking of a way to escape, looking around to see if there are windows big enough to fit through. You look up, seeing a vent.
That vent might lead outside... I just need something to..!

Light bulb went off your head, you approach Frank and told him your plan.
"We're getting outta here! See that vent? I need you to push me up, I might be able to fit through."
He nods at you, bending his knees down so you're able to step onto his shoulders.
Climbing up, you push the vent carefully, trying not to make any noise...but failed.
You crawl through the vent, trying to see a way out.
Damn... No way out.

You come back to where Frank was,
You whispered for him to come and help you down.
"Hey! Help me down, it's too high!"
He extends his arms towards you, ready to catch you.
You fell into his arms, literally.
Hands around your hips, your hands around his neck. Your eyes lock for a moment.

You could feel your heart beat faster, your cheeks turning red. You let go of him quickly, as he let's you down on the ground.
You never noticed how tall he was, your feet weren't on the ground when you were in his arms.
You cleared your throat, explaining that there was no way out.
He starts looking around with you, trying to budge the door open, breaking and opening the window. But nothing is working, that is until someone unlocked the door.
The both of you look at eachother, confused and on guard.
The door opens slowly to reveal...
No one? Huh...

The two of you reluctantly go out quietly. Searching as to where your items where kept, still confused as to who opened the door.
Frank signaled that he had found something, you approach him and see your items on a table. Grabbing your phones, guns and knives, Frank grabs his briefcase while you wear your black mask.
Frank goes outside the room first, checking the area.
"I found him, he's in the main area. Let's take him out and get out of here."
You nod, he walks in front of you. Noticing he's limping,
He must've hurt himself awhile ago...
You think to yourself, the two of you were filled with cuts and bruises, bleeding very badly. One of your finger might also be broken from punching the guy's face.

Seeing the guy sitting down, facing away from you.
You whispered in Frank's ear.
"I'll go first, you come after."
He covers his ear, shyly and nods.
You slowly approached the man, pulling your knife on him. He reacted a bit too late as you stabbed him on his temple.
"Did he really lock us up and dies that quickly?"
Frank says in disbelief, you laugh.
"Hey, don't tease him bunny. He might come back alive!"
You snicker, getting a notification of you receiving the money. $25,000,000
Frank also grabs some files and an envelope.

The two of you get out, realizing it's a bit far from where either of you live.
"I guess taking the subway won't hurt? And it's pretty late, so there won't be any people I assume..."
"Yeah, I need to treat these wound of mine... And you need to get well too."
Frank says, covering the wound on his shoulder. The both of you make your way to the subway station, hoping there won't be anyone else. But your hopes wasn't fulfilled, eyes follow the both of you, covered in cuts, scars, clothes smudge with dirt. And bleeding out on the floor, you two got inside just as the doors were about to close.
You sit down across eachother. Looking around, noticing people's eyes on the both of you. Probably wondering what happened to you both..
You chuckle softly, looking at Frank, his briefcase close to his chest. He looks at you, as you begin to laugh quietly.
"You know, we really need to get better ways to go home looking like this..."
He chuckled. Nodding at your words, still covering the wound on shoulder, while you rip your sleeve off, tying it around you ankle.
I might have twisted it...