Miami isn't everything Clementine imagined it might be. It's a little grittier, a little less tropical, and there are lots of chicks running around in bikinis. Too much competition
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Michael casts a sidelong glance at a small child with a dragon and what looks like a man with the legs of a ram. "It wouldn't shock me at this rate. I'm tempted to look into real estate."
He nods again. "I don't know what our next move is, yet." He gently taps his fingers against the table, and then divulges; "It's looking like I'm going to have a job in a couple days, waiting on the details before I approve it but I'll probably need your help if you're up for it."
Michael nods slowly, gesturing for a fresh set of beers. He waits until they're delivered and he's taken his first long drink before answering. "Short con, flying out to Boston for two days, meet a guy - distract a wife, pick up a briefcase full of cash and fly out. Supposedly no guns, no cops, and no catch."
He snorts into his beer with another long pull, "So we'll probably end up having to blow up a building and steal a car."
"Quite true." He laughs, "Not sure what the cover is, still waiting on that part." He offers a slight shrug, "Like I said, though... chances are it'll go to hell like it or not."
Michael nods again, the beer starting to settle in very nicely. "Yeah, but this one..." He trails off for a moment. "It's a set up, I'm pretty sure. But... probably a tight bit of cash to pull if we make it out."
"Let me have it."
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He looks over at Mikey with out moving his head.
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He snorts into his beer with another long pull, "So we'll probably end up having to blow up a building and steal a car."
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I mean really who better to distract a wife? "We cab;t take c4 on a plane they frown on that."
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He pauses and adds; "Or I'm the target."
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