[i]We rushin in?
or are we goin' sneaky beaky like?[/i]

Walking up first thing in the morning, his girl tries to tug him to bed, [i]"Hnn come back to Bed."[/i] she said in her cute morning voice, teasingly, he replied with [i][color=#FE642E]"I will climb back once I finish what I have to do, alright?"[/color][/i] smiling at her, he got up and dressed, looking at the weary condition of the weather, only the subtle noise of the radio and his girlfriends adorable light snoring filled the air. [i][color=#FE642E]"Weather's really damp and rubbish today, huh."[/color][/i] he mutters to himself, glancing at the clock, he noticed that he's late to a meeting with his crew, dressing up. [i][color=#FE642E]"Bollocks, I don't wanna be the fuckin' skive again, Jim almost got my head last time I did."[/color][/i] he thought to himself as he grabs his ever so important computer bag case.

Finally in his two piece, navy blue suit, he adjusted his inner polo and started walking towards the elevator, an old lady was there [i][color=#FE642E]"How do you do, you seem a bit knackered, can't have that can we?"[/color][/i] he said to her, smiling. With a ding, he leaves his 4 and a half hotel, which was a grandeur place. It was with pools, recreation facilities, and the like. Leaving through the automatic doors, he winced at the gust of Chicago hit his face, [i][color=#FE642E]"It's bloody freezing, what the hell."[/color][/i] he thinks to himself, the scenery of Chicago wasn't bad, groups of friends laughing with each other, children playing football, it was one of the nicer places they they visited.

Walking a bit, he had gotten a hotdog beforehand, being exceptionally careful not to spill it on his new suit. Halfway through finishing his hotdog, he noticed two of his 'heist' buddies already greeting each other, waving to both of them, he only met with the chilly glare of Jim. [i][color=#FE642E]"Scary as always, you'll knock my knackers off if you do that. Anyway, how's it goin lads?"[/color][/i] he asked both of them in particular.