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Drho shrugged and did as Blackout requested, turning away and wishing the van had some windows to stare out of. Probably he an embarrassing tattoo he didn't want them to see. At least the girl was smart enough to realize when she was in the wrong and to admit her mistake. [color=yellow]"My name is Regus by the way, not Drho."[/color] he said quietly. The name had been an arbitrary decision to get his way into the bank and he didn't really want to be known by it. However in the following investigation the PRT would probably find his name and decide to call him that, which meant he was stuck with the name for the conceivable rest of his career. Which hopefully wouldn't be that long. Regus heard a small squeak and glanced over curiously. A cat? 

That women had brought a cat with her on a bank robbery? And Blackout was the one without a plan? No one in their right mind would bring a pet on a robbery. Whatever, he didn't feel like criticizing anyone. Moving his thoughts from the van he considered the money he'd just made. With the kind of dough he had just made and his future earnings, he could probably spend a year at this, then bail out and make a decent living. Hell he could probably just live off the interest of his earnings. For the rest of the ride where ever they were going Regus would be silent, contemplating his future. What would hopefully be a very, very, rich future and one that didn't end up in jail. Or the birdcage. A small shudder ran through his frame at the thought of that. No, he'd be very sure to avoid that fate.