Partners In Crime: Male Criminal Reader X RWBY Neo

Part 2: Derailed

*Timeskip 2 weeks*

You put your mask and suit on before looking out the window. Vale would be yours. You then find a note on Roman's couch. It says, Monthly Train will depart at noon, 1 week.
"What monthly train?" you ask, confused.
"THE monthly train." you hear a voice.
You turn and see Roman leaning in the doorway. "Where the hell you been?" you ask.
"Out," he grabs a beer, "Thinking of beautiful things."
"I hear Stockholm Syndrome is very nice this time of year."
"Watch your mouth, okay? It's always been a dream of mine... The train of dreams..."
"What the actual hell are you talking about?"
"Gold. Enough so Neo can earn a decent place. Enough so you can find yourself a woman. And enough so I can get myself a whole lot of weapons."
He grabbed your hand and you both went outside. "Grab a boat," he said, "And meet me under the Raton Canyon Bridge. I'll be on the earpiece."
You watch as he rides away on his bumblebee before saying, "This is how I'm repaid for setting him up for a few decades..."
You turn and see Neo looking out the window. You blow her a kiss before driving to the docks.

Roman's POV

"Alright," Y/N spoke to me through the earpiece," So I'm taking a car to steal a boat to hijack a train and get some gold?"
"That's about the size of it," I told him, the cargo train in my sights, "Make it a fast boat.
"Ah," he sighed, "The logistical mind of Roman Torchwick. So, it's like gold dust on board, right?"
"Sometimes," I chuckled, "This is a high value courier service run by... The Schnee Dust Company."
"Are you kidding me, Roman? The SDC?!"
"Tranquilo, Y/N. This ain't a weapons train, it's goods-too-valuable-to-insure-for-air-travel train."
"Gold dust?"
"Sometimes gold dust, sometimes artwork. Priceless antiquites. Sometimes enough for you, me, Neo, all of us. Oh yeah, another thing for your shopping list: Carbon bombs."
"Lucky I carry a few with me for... Protection, shall we say?"
"That's what I like about you, Y/N. You're always prepared."

I rode the bumblebee along side the train, until the road was high enough to actually make the jump onto it. When I arrived, I abandoned the bike and ran to the control box. I killed the driver and destroyed the breaks. "There's a new conductor on this train," I said, speaking into the earfpiece, "You by the river yet?"
"Yeah," he said, sarcastically, "Just caught myself a fish. Let me know when you need me."
"Gut it," i growled at him, "Eat it. Be under that damn bridge. When we go past the dock's borders, all of Altas' soldiers will be onto us."
The train continued on for a few minutes before I saw the bridge. "Y/N," I called to him, "I'm not far off. You under the bridge?"
"Approaching the inlet now," he said, sounding pressured, "I'll power through to you."

Your POV

You put the pedal to the metal and sailed the boat under the bridge, where you watch as Roman dives into the water to avoid the impact of the train heading towards him. The containers of his train fall into the sea, but an orange one bobs up. "What we're after's in that orange car," Roman says, getting back into your boat, "Use your carbon bomb to blow open the door."
You throw the bomb, and it exploded on impact. As you prepare to dive, you turn to see Atlas boats. Roman grabs his blaster and covers you while you bring the various objects back to the boat. "ALL ABOARD!" you eventually yell, "COME ON, LET'S GO!"
"Down the rapids," Roman directs you, "If you please."
You sail the boat down there, and the Atlas soldiers don't dare to follow. You both cheer as you pull up by the coast. "Come on," you say, walking away, "we should get back to the lock-up."
"HEY!" Roman calls back, "Show me the loot."
You open one of the briefcases you collected up and show Roman eight gold dust containers. "Perfect." you say.
"Perfect for what?" he asked.

"For setting us all up for life," you say, with attitude, "I got eleven more cases of the stuff. We split it four each, we won't be dead men in Vale."
"I don't see that cesspool of a city again," he growled, "It will be too soon. But this is MY job, so it's MY call to make--"
"YOUR job? Last time that something was YOUR job, I ended up looking like a walking safety-hazard under this mask." you remind him.
"MY JOB!" he pulls out his  blaster, "MY SCORE! GET YOUR OWN!"
"WAIT! You give me and Neo our respective four cases, we'll get you something bigger."
"What?"
"Union Depository!"
"Fat chance! It can't be done!"
"I never said impossible... Just very difficult."
"Verging suicidal?"
"Like we don't handle that stuff on a daily basis? C'mon, Roman. You remember the dreams? Couple kids, pulling jobs. The Big One? Sounded crazy, back then, but now... With Neo on board, it's sounding a whole lot more realistic, don't you think?"
He looks away for a moment, before tackling yo to the sand. "The Big One?"
he asked, brushing your suit down and offering a hand shake.
"The Big One..." you shake his hand before setting off home.