So I know this isn't the story anybody was expecting from me since at the moment I have two unfinished ones for two different shows. For whatever reason I am struggling with and ending for both of those and in the meantime this little story popped into my head. So I hope you like it, since it's all I can come up with at the moment. I will try and get back to those other two stories if fate should allow. In the meantime here's the second part of this story. Naturally I own nothing so please enjoy.
ONE WEEK LATER
"Alright Patrick what's your idea." Al lit his cigar.
"You're not going to like it." Patrick sipped his tea.
"Right now Carlus is threatening to sue me, and Sam is looking at months of lawsuits before we can even get a glance at those theories again. So we're listening."
"By the time we get the drafts back there will have been more than enough time for them to have started to decode." Sam added. "We don't have many other choices."
"We steal it." Jane put his cup down and turned to his friends.
"We steal it?" Sam repeated.
"Yes, with a little help of course. I know some people who specialize in stealing already stolen items."
"You want us to steal?" Al questioned, but he was clearly more concerned about his boy scout of a best friend.
"You would be stealing something that is already yours. Besides whether you call it a con or not that's what you have been doing repeatedly for the past ten years. You have been lying to people, making them think you are someone you're not, to get them to do what you want them to."
"How do we do it?" Sam looked from one friend to the other.
"Great, I've got three tickets to Portland we leave in two hours." Patrick took one last sip from his glass and left.