“Okay. Everyone know what they gotta do?”

“Yeah, Boss!”

“Umm. I got a question, Boss”

“What’s it, Bruno?”

“If there’re three guards and five of us, how come we don’t take ‘em all out?”

“You listening to anything I said? No contact with the fake popo! We get in and out clean.”

“But Boss, what if they make us out? Can we kill ‘em?”

“We’re gonna be wearing masks for Pete’s sake.”

“Okay. But let’s say we disabled the alarms and the cameras, but I gotta pee…”

“Shut up Bruno! You’re just like your old man. All brawns, no brains.”


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