Post by Deleted on Sept 7, 2016 23:05:04 GMT -5
"Bryce is right. Mom can't find out about this, she'd try and stop us. Or try and cut in. We want more money for ourselves, and we only get that if we do this right. So like he said, we get sober, no more drugs. No more beer, and definetly no more drugs. We need to be focussed for this. Get our heads in the game. We'll go over the plan again and again until ever Brad can memorize it in his sleep."
Beau folded his arms. He could tell Bubba no Brad weren't pleased. They liked fast. And they liked easy. This job would be far from it. But it would be worth it. They would have more cash then they knew what to do with. Maybe he could but Randi something nice, or get a place of his own. Maybe he could afford to reastore his truck, or move to California. Who knows what he would do. As long as Francine didn't find out, she'd want to put a hold on the cash, he wouldn't let that happen.
Buck stormed in and yelled at them for not picking up Sally. He was right, they fucked up. They had gotten to focussed on the game, to high and to drunk to focus. This was why they needed to be sober for the job. They needed to be ready. They couldn't fuck up, not now. They couldn't tell anyone, slip up, and they couldn't give anything that would give them away. A trail meant someone getting locked up. They couldn't have that.
Bryce started giving jobs and Beau sighed. He would rather they wait till they saw if the job was even worth it or not. If it was to protected, to light, they wouldn't need all these contacts. They wouldn't need a car. They needed to case first, then they could spread out and get what they need. They didn't need to get ahead of theirselves.
"Let Bryce and I go out and follow a few trucks tomorrow. We'll talk to his contact. See if this is even worth the pull. After that we'll get back to you. If it's a go you can contact your contacts. If it's a bust we'll find something else. Let's not rush anything, we need to be smart with this, for now we'll enjoy dinner. Be normal, and enjoy your beers. Cause after that we are cut off. We get serious."
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Beau climbed back in the car. He shut the door, "got us two turkey clubs and two cokes," he handed a paper bag to Bryce, setting his own on the dash. He opened his bottle of cocky and took a sip before setting it in the holder. He motioned toward the bank truck. Stopped at a deposit. This was the third one they had followed, mapping the locations.
Over the last few weeks they had been following the trucks. They were going through with the plan. They decided that after the first day. They saw how much they had. Only two guards, catch them early on or at the end. Away from a bank. Reroute the trucks or get it secluded. If they had all the cops away from the scene, then it would be easier.
For three weeks Bryce and him had gone out. A few days here and there, sometimes all day. Other times just a few hours. They got to know the drivers. They leaned habits, routes, the trucks and everything they could. Soon they would act. Once they had everything in place. Beau took another sip of his drink.
"They still in there? Taking longer this stop. Must be the piss break," Beau said opening his sandwich, "how many more stops left this route? Five or six?" He took a bite and watched thentwomguards come out and get in the truck, "time to follow." He waited for his brother to start the car, and start following the truck again.
Beau took a moment and looked at his brother. "So how's everything with Mira? I haven't seen her around." He took a bite of his sandwich. "What about the one you took on the one trip. Was she just a stress reliever? Don't think I buy into all that bullshit about a business trip, you don't have business. And I ran into Jay. He didn't say there was anything about training like you told mom."
"Bubba found two plain tickets sent to the house, the ones you got us to sang so mom didn't see. But Mira didn't go. So who'd you go with? Getting some side action." Beau grinned. He could admit he had been tempted by other women, more than once. But always stayed faithful to Randi. "Hope you're making the right call."
Beau folded his arms. He could tell Bubba no Brad weren't pleased. They liked fast. And they liked easy. This job would be far from it. But it would be worth it. They would have more cash then they knew what to do with. Maybe he could but Randi something nice, or get a place of his own. Maybe he could afford to reastore his truck, or move to California. Who knows what he would do. As long as Francine didn't find out, she'd want to put a hold on the cash, he wouldn't let that happen.
Buck stormed in and yelled at them for not picking up Sally. He was right, they fucked up. They had gotten to focussed on the game, to high and to drunk to focus. This was why they needed to be sober for the job. They needed to be ready. They couldn't fuck up, not now. They couldn't tell anyone, slip up, and they couldn't give anything that would give them away. A trail meant someone getting locked up. They couldn't have that.
Bryce started giving jobs and Beau sighed. He would rather they wait till they saw if the job was even worth it or not. If it was to protected, to light, they wouldn't need all these contacts. They wouldn't need a car. They needed to case first, then they could spread out and get what they need. They didn't need to get ahead of theirselves.
"Let Bryce and I go out and follow a few trucks tomorrow. We'll talk to his contact. See if this is even worth the pull. After that we'll get back to you. If it's a go you can contact your contacts. If it's a bust we'll find something else. Let's not rush anything, we need to be smart with this, for now we'll enjoy dinner. Be normal, and enjoy your beers. Cause after that we are cut off. We get serious."
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Beau climbed back in the car. He shut the door, "got us two turkey clubs and two cokes," he handed a paper bag to Bryce, setting his own on the dash. He opened his bottle of cocky and took a sip before setting it in the holder. He motioned toward the bank truck. Stopped at a deposit. This was the third one they had followed, mapping the locations.
Over the last few weeks they had been following the trucks. They were going through with the plan. They decided that after the first day. They saw how much they had. Only two guards, catch them early on or at the end. Away from a bank. Reroute the trucks or get it secluded. If they had all the cops away from the scene, then it would be easier.
For three weeks Bryce and him had gone out. A few days here and there, sometimes all day. Other times just a few hours. They got to know the drivers. They leaned habits, routes, the trucks and everything they could. Soon they would act. Once they had everything in place. Beau took another sip of his drink.
"They still in there? Taking longer this stop. Must be the piss break," Beau said opening his sandwich, "how many more stops left this route? Five or six?" He took a bite and watched thentwomguards come out and get in the truck, "time to follow." He waited for his brother to start the car, and start following the truck again.
Beau took a moment and looked at his brother. "So how's everything with Mira? I haven't seen her around." He took a bite of his sandwich. "What about the one you took on the one trip. Was she just a stress reliever? Don't think I buy into all that bullshit about a business trip, you don't have business. And I ran into Jay. He didn't say there was anything about training like you told mom."
"Bubba found two plain tickets sent to the house, the ones you got us to sang so mom didn't see. But Mira didn't go. So who'd you go with? Getting some side action." Beau grinned. He could admit he had been tempted by other women, more than once. But always stayed faithful to Randi. "Hope you're making the right call."