[b]3:55 PM Half-Time[/b] Charlie walked through the crowds as everyone started back to their seat. There was a nervous energy among the people, many of them chattering and excited for the game to resume. With a score of 1-1 it looked like England had a damn good chance of winning this thing. Charlie didn't care right now. Like a lot of things, football was in the back of his mind at the moment. When he was on the job, it was the job he thought about and nothing else. You ran a risk when your mind started to drift. Plus, he already wasn't the biggest fan of the sport. Lot of people chalked it up to his time in America, but he didn't care for the strange sport they called football, but he at least understood the appeal. Charlie was much more of a rugby man. It was a game that required toughness, a game in which you couldn't flop and get a bloody free kick. A game for men. Most of the people gave him ample room to pass as he walked against the flow of movement. The uniform did all the heavy lifting for him. When most people saw a copper, their instinct was to create distance. It wasn't so much that they were guilty of anything, it was more that they just they associated a bobby with bad things. Nobody ever saw a cop when the going was good, so even at an event like the world cup they stayed clear. It was a subconscious thing none of them were aware that they were doing. A whistle blew in the stadium and a roar went up as the second half of the game started. Charlie calmly walked towards the nondescript door situated near the snack bars and merchandise stands. A security guard stood by the door and kept stealing glances towards the field. Most people wouldn't notice it, but Charlie saw a member of the stadium security team go in and out of the door several times during the first half. The entrances had always been at the tail end of a run through all the vendors. Most big events like this had a policy that snack bars and other sales shops couldn't carry too much cash in their registers in the event of a robbery. That was fine with The Crew. It just meant more of a score when they took away the haul. He gave the security man a slight nod of respect as he walked by him. He returned the gesture with a bit of a smile. Charlie noticed a lot of the guards seemed to stand taller and suck in their guts when he passed by. Several of them probably either wanted to be cops, were former Met officers working to supplement their pensions, or couldn't be cops so they settled for this. Either way, the guards granted Charlie more reverence than the spectators. Charlie stopped fifty feet away from the door and leaned against the wall to check his wristwatch. Coming up on ten minutes into the second half. Time for Bobby to do his part. The idea had been Red's and he was the one most comfortable with it. Bobby was skittish because Bobby was always skittish. Coach was worried because Coach always worried about this or that or the other. Charlie was skeptical because Bobby had never done anything like this before. And, he could admit that simple prejudice was part of it. Their entire bloody plan hinged on a polack getting the job done. --- [b]4:12 PM 33 Minutes Left in Regulation[/b] Bobby took a deep breath and threw the first banger. He saw it sail over the heads of people below before it landed in a mass somewhere, creating a pop loud enough for him to hear over the chants of the crowd. They weren't powerful enough to harm anyone, but they were loud enough to scare the hell out of someone. Like the old bang snaps but with some muscle behind it. The group below parted suddenly at the noise. Bobby pulled off his ridiculous hat and let another banger fly across the crowd. This one landed to his right, exploding and sending everyone scattering. He was preparing for the third banger when he felt a rough hand grab his wrist. "Oi!" Another spectator scowled at him, his thick eyebrows knotted together to form a uni-brow. He had at least four inches and forty pounds of muscle on Bobby. "What you think you're doing there?" Bobby shook off the hold on his wrist and turned without speaking, rushing through the crowd towards the field. He tossed another banger somewhere over his shoulder and did not bother to look back as it popped. The bangers wouldn't be enough to stop the game, but they would be enough to call security away from their posts. That's what Red and Charlie was betting on. Bobby just hoped he could avoid both security and the crowd long enough for them to do the job.