Michael woke the next morning refreshed. George and Dave had picked him up and congratulated him on a successful mission. He marched into the kitchen to the sound of the news.
'A woman collapsed last night in a central London nightclub, she was brought to Kings College hospital where she was pronounced dead on arrival. The cause of death at the moment has been attributed to heart failure brought on by the presence of illicit substances in her system...' The news anchors voice detailed the woman's death in a cold detached voice.
Michael wasn't sure why but that annoyed him. A person's life summed up in a thirty second annoyed explanation.
'Morning Mike.' George said eating cereal at one of the work stations as Michael poured himself some tea.
Michael nodded.
'What's up?' Michael asked.
'We've got problems.' George said seriously.
Dave appeared from the hallway looking tired and haggard.
'What problems?' Mike asked nervously.
'A few things. Apparently the Templars are using their connections in the police to hunt us rather than using their underworld connections. We've to do something about that or we're going to end up in prison and then a Templar holding cell. To add to that I got a message from Brendan, we're running low on supplies, weaponry and such if we're going to continue this war we've to get some bigger guns and more of them.' George explained.
'What's the solution?' Mike asked seriously.
'Rupert has given me a name, Terrance O Hanlan. He's an inspector in the London Metropolitan police. The guy hasn't advanced as quickly as most of his fellows; he's honest, hardworking and not a Templar. As far as we know he's the only one in the locality who isn't a cop in Templar pay. We're going to meet with him.' George said.
'We're?' Michael asked sceptically.
'Yes we are.' George responded.
'Would it not be a little intimidating, not to mention risky for the three of us to go meet this guy at once?' Dave asked.
'We need to get this guy on side, only way to do that is to be up front and honest and let him meet the whole crew at once.' George explained.
Michael and Dave exchanged a sceptical look before nodding.
Michael and George waited in the car as Dave visited the Police to arrange a meeting with their new friend. Michael watched as Dave crept around the corner of the station. The plan was to sneak into the station through the roof and leave instructions for Terrance to find. Hopefully he would meet at the pre arranged time and place. Dave arrived back in the car mission completed and they pulled away.
'We've a few hours to kill until the meet time. What's the plan?' Dave asked.
'They're moving a large sum of money by courier this afternoon, we're going to hit the courier and take their money.' George said.
They drove through London to a warehouse on Cannon Street and parked up down the street.
'You pulled the times and dates they move their money didn't you Dave?' George inquired.
'Yup should be moving it in the next fifteen minutes.' Dave answered.
'What's the plan?' Mike asked.
'We wait, we watch, we follow when they leave, when they stop we shoot them down and take the money.' George explained.
'Sounds overly simple to me what about witnesses?' Michael asked worriedly.
'We'll have our faces covered and we can change the licence plates on the car.' Dave elaborated from the back seat.
Sure enough fifteen minutes later a motorcycle drove out from the warehouse gates.
'Here we go.' George said following him.
They drove through the city making sure they didn't lose sight of their target but not being too conspicuous either. Traffic moved quickly and fluidly which both annoyed and surprised the Assassins. Michael's stomach squirmed nervously, Dave loaded a gun in the back seat and put on a ski mask George lifted the collars of his coat and checked a .38 he had in his pocket as he drove. They began to slow as they hit some traffic at a set of lights. Michael took a bandana from his pocket and tied it around his face, he checked his weapon as he spotted the motorcycle a space ahead of them in the traffic. The lane on the right got a green light which George pulled into and drove forward earning angry honks from those drivers behind him. George pulled the car to a stop beside the motorcycle earning another salvo of angry honks.
'Now!' George ordered angrily.
Michael and Dave lowered their windows and took aim at the black clad driver and fired twice each riddling him at point blank range. The bullet riddled driver fell off the motorcycle which also fell.
'Get the money.' Dave said.
Michael got out of the car, the honks from other cars nearest had stopped as the people in them sat in shocked silence at what had just happened cars further back in the queue which couldn't see what had happened started to honk loudly. Some of those who had been walking by were screaming. Michael was only vaguely aware of all of this the noise seemed to be coming from a badly tuned radio as he extracted a large bag of money from the storage space in the bike and sat back into the car. George sped away twisting and turning through a collection of side streets and alleys. Michael sat numbed in the front seat the bag of money weighing heavily on his lap.
They kept driving until they hit the outskirts of the city and pulled into a deserted and run down industrial estate. George and Michael counted the money while Dave changed the plates on the car.
'One million, seven hundred and thirty-two thousand pounds.' George announced finally after finishing the count.
Michael had never seen so much money in his life, he was more used to Euro's but even this staggered him. It seemed to ridiculous people fought and died over little pieces of paper like this.
'This should be a nice boost to the coffers.' George grinned.
