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Kevin leaned over the holographic beer-pong table holding onto an old relic of a cane as he looked over at Kurt as he chastised Fake ID. "He's the shot caller, we take what we can get. Obviously, the pull is big otherwise why would he of gave it to us?" He said shaking his head as he looked over to Fake ID and his hologram humming. "Party in the back." He said pointing to the back entrance that lead down to the loading docks where other armed guard companies loaded in gold and materials off to the credit union to where they would do fuck knows what.
He looked over to his team, at least the team members that were present for the meeting. 

"Buzzkill you'll drive the crew in, which will be Diaz, Razzi and Me. Data will get us past the security at the loading docks and we'll surprise them, as we secure the loading docks and then the vault. Deckard and Klaus will take the front lobby and take everyone inside hostage including Data, then we'll pry the Manager's key from his corpse or living body and move to the vault. Once Deckard runs the key to the crew they'll open the vault and we'll empty it onto our get-away. Buzzkill try to get us an armored van they use in the security industry of whatever the fuck you can find. We'll all meet up and load up there and fuck off, fence it to Fake ID then split once and for all."

He looked around to gauge the responses from the group, this job was long overdue they all needed to get out of this. Unless they wished to be simple fucking corpses in the ever-growing soil of New Wealth. He let out a old man sigh as his mind went to a penthouse in the High Orbital Society or living out on a ranch somewhere in the City State of Toronto. "Razzi, you'll need to find us some good music. The guns I guess will be up to Fake ID. This is going to be a fucking loud job. Unless any wise ass has a better idea of doing this?" He says once again gauging and questioning the crew.

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