“We'll turn ours off, just before 
we go in,” I told them, “and only use  
them as back-up, but the rest of you   
should keep yours on, and as long as we
don't contact you, assume everything’s 
going according to the plan. Agreed?”  
     Everyone did, and I looked at my  
watch. Two minutes to go, “Let's move  
people,” I said following a script I   
saw in a movie once, but I was foiled  
again.                                 
     “Wait!” Mouse almost shouted, and 
then calmly continued, “Before you go, 
you really should take off those rings 
and put them in your pocket, Crim.”    
     Once again, she was right.        
     Something as small as that could  
derail everything.                     
     Things were not going exactly as  
planned anyway, and we hadn't even left
* yet.                                     
     First that guard, two cats instead
of one, and now, we almost walked in   
wearing the rings that we were there to
get. Hopefully, nothing else would go  
wrong.                                 
     Hopefully, that guard wouldn’t be 
there either.                          
     Before I could dwell on that too  
long, I put the rings into a pocket    
inside my hoodie and zipped it closed. 
     I grabbed my backpack with the    
package inside, and off we went.       
     Pee Wee was an excellent driver,  
and his cab was an original 1957 Chevy,
painted bright yellow with the name of 
their company on the outside and       
they're number. It was beautiful,      
inside, and out. The other two cabs    
looked exactly like this one.          



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