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!!sJLt6T5nxD7 01/23/12(Mon)22:19 No.17651044>>17650844
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You stuff James into Mel's car, which he parked by the street. Ricardo sits in the back to keep James' leg elevated.
Although you're shocked, you still have enough sense to hide your duffel bag full of loot before you leave and lock your door.
The drive to downtown is tense, especially because James stopped moaning after a little while. Ricardo slapped him and he woke up.
The Chinese restaurant was small and dingy, but the alley next to it was secluded enough for you guys to get James into the back room.
The owner, Mao, is a tiny little man with friendly eyes and a balding head. He tries to make jokes, but none of you are laughing.
He put James on top of an unplugged frying table, shot him up with a little morphine, and went to work on his knee.
The hours crept by. Ricardo was on his fifth beer and Mel couldn't look at James without grimacing. You are on your last cigarette and your face feels numb.
Mao looks up at you and says, "He good. He live. No walk for three months." He laughs after that, and says, "No walk ever."
Mel pays the little man and you put James back in your car and go back to your house to inspect your loot.
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It's 5 o'clock in the evening now and, which James situated comfortably on the living room couch, you, Ricardo, and Mel check out your haul.
Stacks of hundred dollar bills cover your bed. In all, you count $90,000 in tax free greenbacks.
You split it up between yourselves, leaving James' share in the duffel bag.
You look out the window at the setting sun.
This will be much harder than you thought.
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Heist Grade: F
That couldn't have gone any worse, but there's comfort in that. You've hit rock bottom and the only way to go is up.
You made off with $90,000, not bad for a first attempt. Split four ways and minus $1000 for James operation, that's $22,250 a piece. |
