"Yes, we can keep them," Bill answered with a sigh. "Even though they do seem to be a little slow at learning their parts. Speaking of which, please tell me that you've memorized your parts."

"Yep," Sheryl answered.

"Sure thing," Joe echoed.

At least these two knew what they were doing. This plan could work. This plan was going to work. It had to. Bill had been working on it for months. Even when he was working on other plots, this heist had always been in the back of his mind. With the money this was going to bring in, none of them was ever going to have to rob another bank, convenience store, or costume shop. And it was all happening tomorrow.

"Excellent! I'm going to go check my equipment, then check on the new duo again, and then we should all get some sleep. We're going to need it." With that, Bill turned on his heels and marched out through the door and towards his master control room.

He really didn't understand what was so difficult about memorizing the plan- Sheryl and Joe had the whole plan, including Isaac and Miria's tasks, memorized within a few minutes. It was all so simple: they were going to rob Mr. Corps, the wealthiest man in the whole state of Illinois. Mr. Corps himself was on his yacht on the Pacific for the week, so he was out of the picture. The mansion was in the middle of nowhere; there wasn't another house within three miles of it. Even if the police were called, it would take them about four minutes to arrive. The only problems were six trained security guards armed with binoculars, tasers, and for some reason candlesticks. Mr. Corps didn't actually trust them enough to ever let them inside his luxurious mansion, so they patrolled the area around the house looking for intruders. Joe and Sheryl would each take out three of the guards with tranquilizer darts before getting back into the getaway vehicle (which just so happened to be Miria and Isaac's 1930 Buick Roadster) and driving to the front door.

Once the vehicle with the four people arrived at the front door, the real work could begin. Bill, who would still be at the master control room, would have to have the security alarm system deactivated by this time. He would also have to have the cameras hacked to show the stolen video feed from a few days prior (the video feed he stole last Tuesday to be exact). Sheryl would pick the three locks on the front door while Joe scanned the horizon to make sure no police were arriving. After the locks were picked, the team would split up. Joe and Miria would stay outside to continue to watch for visitors and Sheryl would go inside to crack the safe (after Bill managed to hack into the power grid and deactivate the 240 volts running through it). When the safe was opened, Sheryl would (naturally) take the money from it and leave. The new plan for Isaac, which Bill had just decided upon shortly after talking to Isaac, was that Isaac would go in with Sheryl and take everything that wasn't nailed down. The original plan was slightly more profitable, but they were going to be rich either way, so Bill figured he might as well let Isaac do his thing. When Sheryl had the millions from the safe (Mr. Corps liked to keep his cash in $10,000 bills) and Isaac had whatever looked valuable and wasn't nailed down, they would exit the mansion. At that point, they would just throw the loot in the back of the 1930 Buick Roadster and Miria would drive back to the headquarters to meet Bill. Heist complete.

After Bill was completely sure all of his computers and equipment were working properly, he went to Isaac and Miria's room to inform them of the new plan for Isaac. Isaac was naturally excited about the change of plans, but Bill wasn't in the mood for celebrating yet. He showed them to their room, and then went to his where he would sleep until 6:00 when his alarm would go off.

"Boss?"

It was Joe. And it was 3:45. Hopefully there was a good reason for this intrusion.

"Yes Joe?"

"I think you had better come see this."

By this time Bill was completely awake and following Joe to the room where Joe and Sheryl's equipment was stored. Or at least the room where the equipment used to be stored. Now the room just contained several conspicuously bare tables, a bewildered Joe, and an enraged Bill.

Soon after that, the room contained one less enraged Bill, as the enraged Bill it used to contain was now dashing to the enraged Bill's master control room.

A master control room which, as you may have guessed, contained just as many conspicuously bare tables as the previous room.

At this point, Bill was becoming less of an enraged Bill and more of the methodical Bill who had planned and performed so many heists in the past.

Bill's newest plan was complete as soon as Joe dashed into the room.

"Joe. Go check Isaac and Miria's room, then Sheryl's room. I'll go check to see which vehicle left, and if there are any clues to which direction it went. Bring whoever's still here to the vehicles."

Joe and Bill went their separate ways, and Bill was not surprised to find that the 1930 Buick Roadster was no longer parked where it should be. Joe and Sheryl rushed to find Bill staring into the distance.

"Ok," Sheryl started carefully, not wanting to test whether or not Bill's face could look any angrier. "What now?"

The plan was in Bill's mind, fully formed and waiting to be executed. "Now, we check the remaining cameras, do some detective work, and get our stuff back."

"Say Miria?" Isaac asked from the passenger seat of a speeding 1930 Buick Roadster.

"Yes Isaac?"

"Tell me again, why did we take all of their stuff instead of robbing the mansion and becoming ridiculously wealthy?"

"Well, when we rob places, we always have a good time with it. They just seemed so serious. It was like they didn't even enjoy the robbery. It was all just something they had to do to make money- it was just a chore for them! So, I figured that if they didn't have their equipment, then they'd forget about doing the robbery and find something they enjoyed doing!"

Isaac nodded, "Miria, you are absolutely right! They did seem miserable sitting around going over their plans all day. They'll be much happier now!"

"There's just one thing I'm still not sure about," Miria contemplated.

"What's that?"

"What should we do with all of their equipment?"

Isaac paused. After a few seconds, his finger flew into the air to announce his newest idea. "I've got it! We can't just sell it. I mean, we don't even know if it still works! The only responsible thing for us to do is to test it out for ourselves." He then added a sharp nod of his head to emphasize his point.

"Isaac! That's a wonderful idea! What should we steal first?"

With that Miria and Isaac stared at each other for a few more seconds. This probably wasn't the safest thing to do while Miria was still driving, but it was an important question.

After the few seconds had passed, they simultaneously shouted their solution.

"Postage stamps!"