Robinson Banks—named for her father’s favorite literary character—is a safecracker. There’s not a lock she can’t get through; she’s got the tools and the talent. But she’s fed up working in a field dominated by men…men who, more often than not, spend more time looking at her ass than keeping an eye out for the cops. Her last straw: She’s hired by a two-bit meathead for a safe job. She does her thing and gets into a super-tough old safe. Problem: The damned thing is empty. Turns out, they weren’t hired to break into the safe…they were hired to steal it. The contractor is a collector, and this safe is a lovingly restored safe once blown by Butch and Sundance. Can’t put a scratch on it. Such is her life: surrounded by idiots who don’t pay attention to what matters.
— Rhinoplastique: ROBIN BANKS: The Proposal (Finally)
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