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VICKY:
Vinnie’s eyes widened at the idea that came crashing into his head. If he had been drinking anything at the time, it would have came clear out of his nose. ”God knows how much is in there! The fucking mother load! It’s brilliant! How didn’t we think of this before?” Vinnie exclaimed jerking to his feet with a Cheshire grin. ”There you go!” Striker said putting his gun back into his coat. I was less than skeptical, “Yeah, but nobody’s tried, or should I say succeeded at that job.” Striker grinned toothily and stated, “And your crew is the best apt to nail the job.” He leaned on the car next to me still grinning and I recoiled jumping to my feet akin to my brother. Striker was a sleazy bastard. Any woman just looking at him could figure that fact out, but a couple of my girlfriends found that one out the hard way first hand. That’s a story that is not worth getting into at this time though. If looks could kill, Striker would have been dead at that second. I crossed my arms and gave him the nastiest look of contempt. ”Quit sucking up, scumbag. What if we blow the job, eh? We can’t make no guarantees on this kind a job and you know it damn well,” I snapped trying my best to control my temper. Striker looked Vinnie dead in the eye and sneered while lighting up a cigarette, “I have my faith in you. There’s no possible way you can screw up... I can make sure of that.” He turned to me, “By the way spitfire, you got a job at Fourth National. You start tomorrow.” He casually handed me a few documents. They included the blueprints for the bank, security lock combinations, the shift schedule of the security guards and a carbon copy of a filled out bank application for bank telling with loopy, feminine handwriting. It made sense, Powers had business ties to the 4th National. He also contributed a lot of cash into the construction of the bank. He nearly had the place in the palm of his conniving hand. I read through the application quickly and focused back at Striker. ”Margaret Cotton? I see. You’re sending me in undercover,” I said simply. ”And he’s got all the bases covered!” Vinnie asserted. ”Yes! You start tomorrow at nine! Make sure you look sharp, sugar. And I trust you two’ll figure out some kind of plan. We want the money within two weeks. I’ll check up with the lot of ya in one,” Striker said and turned to leave, flicking his cigarette butt on the ground. ”Bite me,” I said under my breath. ”C’mon, Vicky. We have the job cut out for us! It’ll be easier than pie,” Vinnie assured me. I turned to my brother, “Vinnie, have you ever made a pie?” I asked sarcastically. ”No. And your point is?” ”It’s harder than it looks,” I told him raising an eyebrow. As Striker exited the warehouse, Joey returned with Chinese takeout. He wheeled around upon seeing the rat bastard, “Hey! Isn’t that the guy you crippled a while back, Vicky?” ”Yeah. But we’d be better off if he really were crippled,” I grumbled. I sat back down on the bumper of the armored car and picked at my container of noodles with a pair of chopsticks. I ran a few ideas over with the guys about how to get into the vault unnoticed, but they all seemed too wishy-washy to go through. I figured it would be best to take on the disguise at the bank as Margaret to work out the swing of things the before we actually did the job. Vinnie looked over the blueprints for a while and made us a rough draft of a battle plan. We called a cab to take us back to the apartment so I could change in the morning a little while later. We’d figure out how to deal with Powers and Striker at a later date, but not too late of a date. No one double-crosses the Partenios. |