Jimmy was outside the bar at 2 before Sam arrived. The old man pulled up in a slick Cadillac and stepped out. Sam was the mastermind behind most of the jobs Jimmy and his crew pulled. He had the connections to get certain things that were needed. He strolled over to the door of the bar and met Jimmy.

"Early morning research ehh" he asked inserting his key into the lock.

"You could call it that. Just handling the background information for now." The old man ruffled his beard and walked into the dusty bar.

"Just be careful, as usual. I don't want any evidence leading back. I'll be in my office, let me know when you need something" he called over his shoulder before going behind a closed door labeled 'Owner.'

Jimmy was the 'Manager' so to speak of the bar. Or that's what the federal government thought anyway. All the money he made had to come from somewhere. Even though it was a farce, Sam acted like he was just like every other worker. He opened the door like normal and then went into the backroom. Hid in this room was a computer that Jimmy did his research on for most of the heists.

The boy genius engaged all of the safety protocols and then began his research. He hacked carefully into the security files of the bank, leaving no evidence behind of his presence. He found the men that were making the run. Will Newman and Phil Riley, Will being around 30 and Phil being over the age of 40.

Jimmy printed both of the files of the men off, then began looking at the truck. It was a standard armored van, nothing that they hadn't seen before. They wouldn't need a any special type of tools to take it down or open it. He printed the blueprints of the truck off and added it to his stack. Finally he typed up a file of all the needs he wanted of Sam. He put all of his papers together, and took the stack to Sam in his office.

"We've got the necessary files old man" he threw the stack onto Sam's desk.

The bearded man sifted through the papers and stopped on the equipment.

"Looks doable. You need this stuff by when?"

"Tomorrow, today, now."

"I'll call you at the end of the day and let you know. Until then, you've got managing to accomplish"

Jimmy rolled nodded and walked back out into the bar. There wasn't a soul in sight. The actual crowd of drinkers wouldn't be arriving for hours. He took a seat in the floor behind the bar and closed his eyes.

The door to the bar opened and the sound awoke the boy genius. He rubbed his eyes and slowly pulled himself by the bar top. Through his dreary eyes, a brown haired girl was approaching. After rubbing them once again, he could see her clearly. Betty sat down in front of him, cigarette lit in her hand.

"Hello Handsome" she cooed at him. He rolled his eyes and leaned on the bar top.

"What will it be" he asked bleakly. She smiled and ashed her cigarette.

"I think I'll have sex on the beach...and a tequila sunrise" she said with a smile and wink.

"Betty why can't you just let this go" he asked half-begging, half-pissed. She was really just becoming an annoyance now.

"I just thought I would come by and tell you I saw your blonde barbie and Nick together today...over at the bank today" she explained nonchalantly. He knew she was trying to get a rise out of him.
"Why does it matter to me" he questioned trying to play it off cool. She knew she had him where she needed him though.
"It doesn't. I just wanted to make some conversation. I wasn't at my best last night when I came by"

"That's a fucking understatement" he commented, trying to busy himself with liquor bottles.

"How about you come over tonight? You can hate-fuck me and get her off your mind?" the doe-eyed girl said as if it was a normal thing. But she wasn't met with Jimmy's voice as an answer.

"How about I just fuck you up right here" the voice behind Betty threatened. The girl twirled in her bar stool to see Libby standing with her arms crossed over her chest. Betty was dumb, but not that dumb.

"Hmm, I'll pass. I have places to be anyway" she said, picking up her purse and walking past the dark skinned girl.

"Yeah, good choice" Libby called after her. Now it was just Libby and Jimmy occupying the bar.

"Thanks Libby" the boy said relaxing a little. Libby shrugged and took a seat at the bar.

"It would've been a pleasure, trust me. Why is she here anyway?"

"Trying to get a rise out of me. Why are you here, if you don't mind me asking" as if he didn't already know the answer.

"I was bored. Sheen had work today...Actually he did ask me to stop by and remind you about something to do about paperwork?" she questioned.

Libby was in on the whole deal, she actually did the books for the bar, AKA cooking them. She cleaned the dirty money the boys brought in and shipped it back out.

"Oh yeah, tell him it's finished. Sam is looking over it for any...Mistakes. But all in all, it should be fine" Libby nodded hesitantly and then looked off.

"So when are you and Cindy going to settle down" she asked with a mischievous grin. The boy rolled his eyes and went back to the liquor bottles.

"According to Betty, she's actually off with Nick at the moment...Not that I care" he said trying to brush everything off.

"Jimmy, we both know that's a lie. Both of them. She actually had something to do at her new job today, maybe they just met coincidentally" Libby was always trying to re-correct his negativity.

"What is her job anyway? And where is she even going to live at?"

"I didn't actually catch either of those last night. Must have forgot in all the excitement. I really wish you two would talk though Jimmy, at least do it as a favor to me?"

The boy shook his head and sighed.

"Fine, after work today if I happen to run into her, we will speak, fair enough?"

"Fine, fine. Just please do it soon, I have a feeling about all this Jimmy. I really think-" but she was cut off by Sam strolling out of the backroom with the paperwork Jimmy had given him.

"Well if it isn't my favorite employee" Sam said with a smile.

"And my favorite old man" she said back. He handed her the files that he held.

"Remind knucklehead to read over these, he always says he does but...you know how he is" Sam said sternly. Libby grinned and patted the old mans shoulder.

"I've got it taken care of Sam, you just worry about the bar. I'll take care of the boys"

And with that, the girl left the bar for home.

Jimmys night went normal as usual, Betty didn't reappear in the bar again so that qualified as a good night in his book. He started to pull into his driveway when he noticed an unfamiliar car in his driveway. His instincts kicked in and he grabbed a pistol from his glove box and ran through the front door.

"Mom" he called out, panicking. He heard a noise from the kitchen and sprinted in. His pistol was pulled up when he entered, but his hands relaxed automatically. Sitting at the table was his mother, wearing something other than her usual bathrobe, and Cindy.

"Jimmy dear, I'm alright" his mother assured, smiling at him.

This couldn't be real, this was the first time he had heard his mother speak since the week his dad left. And Cindy was sitting on her right, both skimming through old photographs of the kids in elementary school.

"Wow, since when does Jimmy Neutron carry a pistol?" she asked, mocking him.

He stuffed the gun into his inside jacket pocket and ran a hand through his hair.

"Umm...Sorry. I just saw a strange car in my driveway, and just assumed the worst" he spoke honestly.

"Jimmy I wish you had told me Cindy was back in town. It's been ages since I've spoken to her" his mom asked with a warm smile.

"It uhh...it must have slipped my mind last night"

The boy genius was still trying to figure out what was going on. He was still in shock from just hearing his mom speak a word.

"Well Judy, it's getting pretty late. I guess I'll take my leave for the night" the blonde explained, putting her jacket on.

"Please come back dear, I always loved our talks" Judy said standing up from her kitchen chair. The women exchanged hugs and Cindy walked to Jimmy.

"Care to walk me out" she asked looking up at him.

"Uh, yeah sure" he said, following behind the blonde.

The two adults stopped at her car, she fumbled around in her purse for her keys.

"Your mother didn't seem well Jimmy" she finally said, not as an insult, but as a concern. Jimmy rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah it's been rough the past couple of years"

"Well, I'd like to hear about it. Care to take me out tomorrow night, catch up on things?"

For once in 4 years, the boys genius' heart skipped a small beat. He half-smiled at her.

"Sure, 8 sound good?"

She grinned up at him.

"Sounds great"

And with that she climbed into her car and disappeared into the night. He turned around and his mother stood in the doorway, with a smirk on her face.

"You've got a lot of explaining to do mom"