Chapter Five
The big day
We got up at about 6:45 am; the great part about being a Boggs is we don't have hangovers. We all woke up fresh and well rested. We got our suits on.
"I was surprised these were so cheap, even with the extra set of sleeves these things were dirt cheap." Randall was putting on his suit; they weren't anything special, just a black jacket, white shirt, and the "well priced" ties.
"Yeh, it's cause that places owes Al big time for some protection money, I told Al just to let them sell us the threads for a decent price," I chuckled.
"Cool," Deigo had just got his tie done and was grabbing a quick drink of scotch.
"Let's get going, we don't want to make Al mad by being late, you know what I mean?" I called from the door with my car keys in my right hand and my shades in the other right hand. "We got our guns?"
"Yeh," They both answered.
We jumped in the car and went off I had my stuff in the trunk, after this job I was getting a house and I didn't want to leave my things in the hotel. We floored the car for every thing it was worth. I had to stop at a gas station and fill my baby back up. I got back in and revved the car back up. Then the radio buzzed in.
*I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the Fandango-Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me- Galileo, Galileo, Galileo Galileo Galileo figaro-Magnifico- But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me-*
By now all three of us were jamming and rocketing down the highway. I looked at the odometer it was at least on the hundred miles per hour marker. Deigo was bouncing around in the backset having the best time of his life. Randall, as I said before was serious about his job. He was checking his .45 and reloading it in the passenger seat, he might have been singing too but he didn't know the words, he bounced a little, but didn't sing.
"Yehah!" I screamed as we went into the last gear, like a bolt of lightning down a ribbon of black we shot through the early morning air, just three good friends on a business trip.
*He's just a poor boy from a poor family-Spare him his life from this monstrosity- Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-Bismillah! No-,we will not let you go- let him go- Bismillah! We will not let you go-let him go Bismillah! We will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go let me go No,no,no,no,no,no,no- Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me- click* We pulled into the parking lot outside warehouse number eight and killed the engine.
"Ok, now remember, don't say your names or anything about yourselves, got it," I straightened my tie and fixed my jacket.
"Yeh, we now." We all headed in to the warehouse, Al and Fungus were standing at a chalkboard with a basic blueprint of the Diamond place, he didn't look happy. In front of him sat the big blue guy and the little one-eyed green guy. To one side of them was three empty chairs.
"Sorry Al," I started, putting on my best fake sorry face.
"Shut up and sit down you three, we're just about to go over everything," his mood and tone began to get a little happier after we sat down.
"Ok," he began,"This place has cameras and alarms, wich will be taken care of by Nice Guy over there. You will all have at least one gun, if you didn't bring one there are plenty in the car. The diamonds are in a titanium 2-20 master safe," he pointed to me, "That's where you come in. You'll have a little help from your friends next to you." Randall and Deigo just smiled. They didn't care, they just wanted to get going and get to work.
"Now, one last thing, you guys need code names."
"Why?" The little green guy must not have done much of this. Any self- respecting crook knew by the age of three why you needed a code name.
"So you can call each other something without anybody being able to identify you. Now, first," he looked at the blue guy, " You my friend will be Mr. Spots, You're Mr. Green," then he looked at me, " you're Mr. Neon." After that he looked over to my brothers and thought a minute. He looked at Deigo, then at Randall, "You will be Mr. Grey and you will be Mr. Purple, you guys got that."
We all answered at once, "Yes." Then the blue guy started.
"Why do I have to be Mr. Spots?" He wasn't very happy about his little nickname, I didn't care, Mr. Neon is a cool name.
Al wasn't happy either, "Because you got spots, that's why you're Mr. Spots, ok!"
"Why can't we pick our own names, yeh that sounds good to me, I'll be Mr. Blue."
"Nobody is picking names. I tried that before, it didn't work, everybody wanted to be Mr. Black. Nobody new who each other was, it got Mr. Neon's tail blown off."
"Yeh, it took two and a half months for it to grow back." I didn't enjoy thinking about that fiasco. It might have been years ago, but it still hurt to think about it.
Mr. Spots still wasn't satisfied, "Can we trade names?" Mr. Green looked over at him.
"Be quiet, Ok. It isn't that big a deal." The little green ball was just as annoyed as Al was.
"Easy for you to say you've got a cool name," Mr. Spots wasn't listening.
"Just shut up, you keep the name you have. We're not going to look back on this and feel bad because we joked and argued the whole time like a bunch of little kids, we're professionals and we're going to keep it that way. Ok now before we go and do this I always like to take my boys out to breakfast. But if you think you're getting seconds Mr. Spots, you got another think coming. Now, lets go." We all got up and headed out the door.
The song featured here is called, "Bohemian Rhapsody," it is a copyright of the band Queen, so once again, please do not sue me!
We got up at about 6:45 am; the great part about being a Boggs is we don't have hangovers. We all woke up fresh and well rested. We got our suits on.
"I was surprised these were so cheap, even with the extra set of sleeves these things were dirt cheap." Randall was putting on his suit; they weren't anything special, just a black jacket, white shirt, and the "well priced" ties.
"Yeh, it's cause that places owes Al big time for some protection money, I told Al just to let them sell us the threads for a decent price," I chuckled.
"Cool," Deigo had just got his tie done and was grabbing a quick drink of scotch.
"Let's get going, we don't want to make Al mad by being late, you know what I mean?" I called from the door with my car keys in my right hand and my shades in the other right hand. "We got our guns?"
"Yeh," They both answered.
We jumped in the car and went off I had my stuff in the trunk, after this job I was getting a house and I didn't want to leave my things in the hotel. We floored the car for every thing it was worth. I had to stop at a gas station and fill my baby back up. I got back in and revved the car back up. Then the radio buzzed in.
*I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the Fandango-Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me- Galileo, Galileo, Galileo Galileo Galileo figaro-Magnifico- But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me-*
By now all three of us were jamming and rocketing down the highway. I looked at the odometer it was at least on the hundred miles per hour marker. Deigo was bouncing around in the backset having the best time of his life. Randall, as I said before was serious about his job. He was checking his .45 and reloading it in the passenger seat, he might have been singing too but he didn't know the words, he bounced a little, but didn't sing.
"Yehah!" I screamed as we went into the last gear, like a bolt of lightning down a ribbon of black we shot through the early morning air, just three good friends on a business trip.
*He's just a poor boy from a poor family-Spare him his life from this monstrosity- Easy come easy go-,will you let me go-Bismillah! No-,we will not let you go- let him go- Bismillah! We will not let you go-let him go Bismillah! We will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go let me go No,no,no,no,no,no,no- Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go-Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me- click* We pulled into the parking lot outside warehouse number eight and killed the engine.
"Ok, now remember, don't say your names or anything about yourselves, got it," I straightened my tie and fixed my jacket.
"Yeh, we now." We all headed in to the warehouse, Al and Fungus were standing at a chalkboard with a basic blueprint of the Diamond place, he didn't look happy. In front of him sat the big blue guy and the little one-eyed green guy. To one side of them was three empty chairs.
"Sorry Al," I started, putting on my best fake sorry face.
"Shut up and sit down you three, we're just about to go over everything," his mood and tone began to get a little happier after we sat down.
"Ok," he began,"This place has cameras and alarms, wich will be taken care of by Nice Guy over there. You will all have at least one gun, if you didn't bring one there are plenty in the car. The diamonds are in a titanium 2-20 master safe," he pointed to me, "That's where you come in. You'll have a little help from your friends next to you." Randall and Deigo just smiled. They didn't care, they just wanted to get going and get to work.
"Now, one last thing, you guys need code names."
"Why?" The little green guy must not have done much of this. Any self- respecting crook knew by the age of three why you needed a code name.
"So you can call each other something without anybody being able to identify you. Now, first," he looked at the blue guy, " You my friend will be Mr. Spots, You're Mr. Green," then he looked at me, " you're Mr. Neon." After that he looked over to my brothers and thought a minute. He looked at Deigo, then at Randall, "You will be Mr. Grey and you will be Mr. Purple, you guys got that."
We all answered at once, "Yes." Then the blue guy started.
"Why do I have to be Mr. Spots?" He wasn't very happy about his little nickname, I didn't care, Mr. Neon is a cool name.
Al wasn't happy either, "Because you got spots, that's why you're Mr. Spots, ok!"
"Why can't we pick our own names, yeh that sounds good to me, I'll be Mr. Blue."
"Nobody is picking names. I tried that before, it didn't work, everybody wanted to be Mr. Black. Nobody new who each other was, it got Mr. Neon's tail blown off."
"Yeh, it took two and a half months for it to grow back." I didn't enjoy thinking about that fiasco. It might have been years ago, but it still hurt to think about it.
Mr. Spots still wasn't satisfied, "Can we trade names?" Mr. Green looked over at him.
"Be quiet, Ok. It isn't that big a deal." The little green ball was just as annoyed as Al was.
"Easy for you to say you've got a cool name," Mr. Spots wasn't listening.
"Just shut up, you keep the name you have. We're not going to look back on this and feel bad because we joked and argued the whole time like a bunch of little kids, we're professionals and we're going to keep it that way. Ok now before we go and do this I always like to take my boys out to breakfast. But if you think you're getting seconds Mr. Spots, you got another think coming. Now, lets go." We all got up and headed out the door.
The song featured here is called, "Bohemian Rhapsody," it is a copyright of the band Queen, so once again, please do not sue me!