continued...
ofcourse they where stopped, vladimir which had turned the volume 0f some mexican music up, load, where smoking hard on a cigarette, talking up a storm with the guard, which seeme to be unintrested. Murakami hoped himself invisible, one question and they where probarbly caught in the act. he had been counting the money more times then there where money, but still he couldnt quit, he couldnt look up, he couldn`t dare getting a question from the guard... ...suddenly he felt the car move. he gleared over at vladimir, which where nothing but professional at this moment.
They where in... ...and time started to slow down...
The show where about to start, and all the props where in order. The fruite case, with all the guns, the bitch, and two trained men, it couldn`t be simpler, occams razor, it could all go terrible wrong.
As vladimir turned arround the van, Murukami jumped into the back in of the van, as it stopped murukami opened the backdoor and released the bitch. The bitch where to hot, or car sick, and wouldnt move "ofcourse, it had to be a lazy bitch" murukami mumbled to himself as he kicked it out of the car screaming "senorita!" the only word he new in spanish that could doble as dog name.
outside the van, there where eager voices, belonging the help as they came running towards the van, Vladimir quickly jumped out of the van and started helping, helpin the help, so to speak.
to be contnued
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