[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/AnHDHQE.png [/img] [i]"They were not born the richest. They weren’t even the toughest. In fact, they lacked almost all the necessary talents that might have helped them satisfy the appetites of their dreams, except one: Their talent for violence."[/i] -- Nicholas Pileggi[/center] [b]Central City, Missouri 11:20 PM[/b] Lenny Snart lay on the bed in nothing but his underwear. Michelle Rory stood in front of him with two stacks of hundred dollar bills in both her hands. Snart's grin was wide as his face. "Count it again, baby," he asked Rory. "Twenty-five million, six hundred thousand, four hundred and seventy-eight dollars and twelve cents." "Divde that by six." "Four million, two hundred and sixty-six thousand, seven hundred and forty-six dollars and thirty-five cents." 25,600,478.12 That was the total amount of cash the Rogues stole from Lawson Savings & Loan, every single dollar was money earned by the Top's midwestern criminal empire. And now, every single one of those dollars was theirs. This was the score of a lifetime, even divided up evenly among the six of them it was more money than any of them had ever seen. When he was a kid, Snart was lucky to have five bucks. He was always hungry with never any money to buy food. And now? Well, one of Rory's first acts after cracking open the safety deposit boxes was to light up a cigarette with a hundred dollar bill. They were that rich. "I love you," Snart said as Rory climbed on to the bed. "I think you're just after me for my money..." "You're right," he said as he pulled her into him. "The only thing better than four million is eight." A thump from outside the bedroom made them both look up. A few moments later, they were out in the hallway after dressing in a hurry. Mirror Master rode a golden segway through the hall of their flophouse hideout, his mask off and remenants of cocaine on his upper lip. "McCullough!" Snart hissed. He laid down a layer of ice in front of the segway. The scooter lost traction and banged against the wall, sending McCullough to the floor where he landed hard on his ass. "Dickhead!" McCullough cried. Snart was on him, pulling him up and pushing him against the side of the wall. "What did I say after we split the take-up? Don't buy stupid shit. A golden segway and blow, the fuck are you thinking?" "I'm just following Boomerang's lead! Look outside." Parked outside was a bright yellow Hummer with flames painted on the side, platinum spinner wheels, and "Boomer!" written on the hood in flames. "Oh, my fucking god," Rory said under her breath. "Hey, guys!" Digger said from inside the Hummer. "Watch this!" The Hummer began to bounce up and down on hydraulics while Boomerang blasted heavy metal. Snart put his heads in his hands while Rory just shook her head and put a hand on Snart's neck. "Len... we just committed the biggest bank robbery in history... with the world's dumbest criminals." "Hey, guys," Rhino called from the kitchen. "I bought a bunch of Faberge eggs... but there ain't no eggs inside. I've cracked about three of them so far and there ain't anything coming out..." ---- [b]Lawson, Missouri 2:29 AM[/b] The back door opened. The sheriff's deputy squinted in the darkness at the two men. Johnny Frost stared straight ahead at the cop while Dean Swarbrick smoked. The deputy spat on the ground before nodding. "Can't smoke in here, so put it out before you come inside." Swarbrick flicked his smoke away and followed the cop inside. The sheriff's department was a buzz of activity even this late at night, but none of the local cops looked up as the two hitmen walked through the office towards an interrogation room. A gray-haired man in a rumpled suit was waiting for them inside. "You're the guys?" "We sure are, sheriff," Frost said. "You know all that we need from you?" The sheriff nodded and tapped the table in the room. A thick manila folder was resting there on the table. "Hot off the presses. It has all the paperwork on the case. Your employer is paying me good money, but the best I can do is a half hour alone with it, that should be plenty of time to read it. State police were here all day along with some Central City cops. The FBI is coming tomorrow, so I can't have you all hanging around here when they show up." "We'll be quick," said Swarbrick. "Thank you, sheriff. Our boss thanks you as well." The sheriff grunted and walked out. Swarbrick and Frost sat down at the table and began to pour over the police incident report of that day's bank robbery. Pictures, eyewitness accounts, narrative reports from officers and even Missouri W&E employees who responded to the power outage. "No way," Frost said as he slid one of the reports to his partner. "Look at this: People inside the bank and a few of the cops mention an asshole with a boomerang and an Australian accent." "Harkness," they both said at the same time. "How did that little cockroach pull this off?" Swarbrick asked. "He had help," said Frost. "Who he had help from, I don't know. But Harkness was involved, and we know how to find him."