Not in a million years, Luke thought. "Child's play, Dalton." Mickey was studying Charie's little poem intently but Luke was finding it difficult to concentrate with an ever-growing stench wafting in from the slaughterhouse next door. If they were able to pull this heist off, the first order of business would be to find themselves a new hideout.
Before he had been arrested the Pocket-change Gang did have a proper hideout. However, while Luke was on the inside Dalton had sent him a letter that ended with "P.S. Annie burned your house down."
Dalton sighed and stood up to stretch, his massive frame nearly hitting the low ceilings of the pub. “So explain it to me again?”
Luke smiled. He could always count on Dalton. His loyalty to Luke outweighed his cautious nature every time. “What about you Mickey?” Luke said. “We need three to make this work – two on the train and one waiting in the getaway truck at the Forks.”
“Oh, I’m in,” the Mechanic said with a shrug. “Just one thing though – you say the train with the payload is coming through September 8th? That’s rainy season up in the Forks. What happens if the roads are washed out and we can’t get the truck there?”
“Then we improvise,” Luke said. The rain was indeed a bit of a wild card but it was a chance they had to take. According to Charlie, the train coming through on September 8th would be flush with cash as the Murkish Bank transported its holdings to its new facilities in West Haver. With fifteen cents and a half-eaten piece of taffy in his pocket, Luke couldn't afford to miss this opportunity.
“So who goes with you, boss, and who drives the truck?” Dalton asked.
“Good question,” Luke said. It all depended on what he thought they might encounter once they boarded the train. If there were a lot of security guards aboard, he’d want Dalton along to crack heads if the need arose. On the other hand, the Murkish Bank was famous for its state-of-the-art security systems and Luke would hate to have to run into one of them without Mickey’s technical genius at hand.
“I don’t suppose Annie would be willing to drive our getaway truck?” Luke asked. A steel-toed boot flew from the backroom hitting Luke square in the face and knocking him off his chair.
"I guess not," Mickey said matter-of-factly.
“Probably shouldn’t lie on the floor like that." Dalton said in a voice that sounded quite distant. "The butchers next door like to wring their aprons out here after work.”
I was definitely better off in prison, Luke thought just before blacking out.
Choice – The Muscle or the Mechanic
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Chance – Rainy Days
How the plot progresses also depends on random chance. If it rains in Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada on September 1st, then the roads leading to the Forks will be completely washed out and the getaway driver will not be able to rendezvous with the others at the designated location.
If it is not raining in Winnipeg on September 1st however, then the roads will be clear and the getaway driver will be able to meet the others at the designated time and place.
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