Green carefully maneuvered his big green Rumpo through traffic.
Riding shotgun next to him was White, Mr. Debonair. Green despised people like him, all talk, no walk. Well that didn't matter so much anyway, all that mattered now was the job. Green had to correctly execute the plan.
In the back of the van sat Black and Red, sitting opposite each other. Black seemed to be calmly composing himself, his eyes shut, deep breaths being inhaled and exhaled. Black scared the shit out of Green. What is this guy? Thought Green, he looks like he's out of a movie. Across the van, Red's preparation was a different story. He sat there, checking and rechecking his .357 Magnum, muttering, "let's do this shit."
"What was that?" Asked White
"Nothing, just getting ready man," Red replied.
"What the hell's that? Asked White as he pointed at Red's large combat knife.
"It's my baby," Red said, "don't fuckin make fun of her, she's real good at making pretty fuckers like you bleed."
"Yeah, well if we get to the point that you have to start knifing people, we're all probably going to do some bleeding."
"Fuck off."
"So how are you doing?" Asked White, steering the conversation away from Red to Green .
This guy talks too much, thought Green. "I'm good. Just thinkin about the plan, man. Just thinkin about the plan." Green was. Every thought not interrupted by this White fellow was spent on the plan. Green had to be perfect in his execution if he wanted to live until tomorrow. If he slipped up once, the other guys would be all over him. He had to make sure he knew everything.
According to the final assembled plan, they were hitting Carl's Jewelbox, an upscale jewelry store in Bedford Point. Their goal was to steal a metal briefcase from the vault there. According to the plan, the briefcase contained a ruby whose estimated value hung in the range of five million. The plan was simple, White would go in first to confirm that the bank manager was in (only when the manger has input the correct password can the bank mainframe be accessed, something done whenever the manger signs in for the day). Once it was clear that the manger was in, the rest would storm the bank. White and Black would secure the vault entrance while Green would access the mainframe computer and open the vault. Red would hold the bank entrance, and ensure that none of the security guards tried anything. Once Green opened the vault, Black would grab the case, and they would all run back to the van. Then they would drive to the safehouse and await the arrival of the employer. Only their mystery man and the bank owner had the access code to open the briefcase. Once the employer arrived, he would pay them each their cut and sell the ruby on the black market.
"So why did you get into this business?" Inquired White.
There he goes, goddamn talking again, thought Green, oh well, better be nice to him. "Well uh, I was first a hacker you know, little shit, ya know uh, e-mail fraud and shit, but I learned its pretty fuckin hard to pay the bills with money that doesn't really exist, ya know? So I needed to get some real green, ya know?"
"Yeah, I got you. You don't seem like the real hardcore killer type, unlike our friends there in the back, you seem like a nice enough fellow."
Green was caught off guard. What do you say to that? "Thanks… You?"
"Oh, I don't know," replied White, as if he was reminiscing about the past, "this world, this city, they make it so hard you. They've kicked out all the middle rungs of the ladder. You're rich or poor, smart or dumb. I wasn't born rich, so I was born poor. But I wasn't born dumb. I learned that, in this world, there are predators, and there are prey, and if you want to make it, you sure as hell had better be the predator."
…and I'd like to thank the academy, thought Green. Yeah right. "I hear you man, I hear you, it is tough…"
"Hey Greenie, fuckin stop talkin to your fuckin boyfriend. Carl's is the next block up faggo," yelled Red.
Riding shotgun next to him was White, Mr. Debonair. Green despised people like him, all talk, no walk. Well that didn't matter so much anyway, all that mattered now was the job. Green had to correctly execute the plan.
In the back of the van sat Black and Red, sitting opposite each other. Black seemed to be calmly composing himself, his eyes shut, deep breaths being inhaled and exhaled. Black scared the shit out of Green. What is this guy? Thought Green, he looks like he's out of a movie. Across the van, Red's preparation was a different story. He sat there, checking and rechecking his .357 Magnum, muttering, "let's do this shit."
"What was that?" Asked White
"Nothing, just getting ready man," Red replied.
"What the hell's that? Asked White as he pointed at Red's large combat knife.
"It's my baby," Red said, "don't fuckin make fun of her, she's real good at making pretty fuckers like you bleed."
"Yeah, well if we get to the point that you have to start knifing people, we're all probably going to do some bleeding."
"Fuck off."
"So how are you doing?" Asked White, steering the conversation away from Red to Green .
This guy talks too much, thought Green. "I'm good. Just thinkin about the plan, man. Just thinkin about the plan." Green was. Every thought not interrupted by this White fellow was spent on the plan. Green had to be perfect in his execution if he wanted to live until tomorrow. If he slipped up once, the other guys would be all over him. He had to make sure he knew everything.
According to the final assembled plan, they were hitting Carl's Jewelbox, an upscale jewelry store in Bedford Point. Their goal was to steal a metal briefcase from the vault there. According to the plan, the briefcase contained a ruby whose estimated value hung in the range of five million. The plan was simple, White would go in first to confirm that the bank manager was in (only when the manger has input the correct password can the bank mainframe be accessed, something done whenever the manger signs in for the day). Once it was clear that the manger was in, the rest would storm the bank. White and Black would secure the vault entrance while Green would access the mainframe computer and open the vault. Red would hold the bank entrance, and ensure that none of the security guards tried anything. Once Green opened the vault, Black would grab the case, and they would all run back to the van. Then they would drive to the safehouse and await the arrival of the employer. Only their mystery man and the bank owner had the access code to open the briefcase. Once the employer arrived, he would pay them each their cut and sell the ruby on the black market.
"So why did you get into this business?" Inquired White.
There he goes, goddamn talking again, thought Green, oh well, better be nice to him. "Well uh, I was first a hacker you know, little shit, ya know uh, e-mail fraud and shit, but I learned its pretty fuckin hard to pay the bills with money that doesn't really exist, ya know? So I needed to get some real green, ya know?"
"Yeah, I got you. You don't seem like the real hardcore killer type, unlike our friends there in the back, you seem like a nice enough fellow."
Green was caught off guard. What do you say to that? "Thanks… You?"
"Oh, I don't know," replied White, as if he was reminiscing about the past, "this world, this city, they make it so hard you. They've kicked out all the middle rungs of the ladder. You're rich or poor, smart or dumb. I wasn't born rich, so I was born poor. But I wasn't born dumb. I learned that, in this world, there are predators, and there are prey, and if you want to make it, you sure as hell had better be the predator."
…and I'd like to thank the academy, thought Green. Yeah right. "I hear you man, I hear you, it is tough…"
"Hey Greenie, fuckin stop talkin to your fuckin boyfriend. Carl's is the next block up faggo," yelled Red.