"Giant bug.....tch. Why must you hyperbolise hyperbole?
"Kid, you chose the name, deal with the consequences and mistakes that come with it. So, there's at least four gates onto the docks, two on the eastside leading from the city in, one on the north and one on the south."
He pulled a paper plate from the side of the kitchen table, looked for something to write with and found nothing. Instead, he pulled the slice of the pizza he had just put down and a plastic fork and began drawing out what he had just said and kept saying.
"Here in the center is Carmine's tower, a big concrete slab that rises up at least fifty feet, with a glass wall bottom and top floor, reinforced, bullet-proof I might add, this shit will not give to anything less than a damn rocket, true story. Moving on, there's at least fifty warehouses, again concrete slabs that won't give to much of anything. The south entrance is the hardest to get to, you go through this two mile canyon you all know, Grunderson's Canyon, right? Anyways razor wire tops the chain link, along with them being hooked up to a couple car battery. Crude I know, but Carmine's never been known to be subtle when he can scare the shit out of punks."
"The north entrance goes along the beach, probably not the best place to go, being seen from the beach and all, and we've gotta go tomorrow, which is kinda not the point when you've got a ton of gold bars in the back of your car."
"The other two lead from the city straight to the docks, don't know the routes that well, I went by taxi every other time."
"Oh, and I suppose I should tell you what Carmine looked like last time I saw 'im. First of all, he's a fat fuck, guy's easily 350, probably more now, but the guy's got a fondness for neon pink suits, tie-dye shirts, and organic sandals. He'll be in any of them or combination thereof. Don't be fooled by it though, the guy's the luckiest man I know. Bullets go through 'im and don't hit anything even remotely vital, a guy throws a punch and his shoulder decides at that moment to go out of place. I saw him throw a handful of quarters once on a bet, 2 mil, all of them landed head side up, no bouncing, no spinning, nothing, heads up all the damn way."
He went and sat down on one of the loveseats farthest from the living room entrance, leaving three spaces open, one by him, one by Rugal sitting on the couch, and a recliner across from Joey.
"So... in the morning, we go for what, three, four SUV's and big cars to move the gold in? I've got one idea on how to start it, let me go in with..." He looked around, picking out each of them,and contemplating "I'd say either Metal Head or you, Inferno. Either of you'd work for a cover, either bodyguard or... girlfriend respectively, but it's just business, I'm known by these guys and if they've got," He counted them,"Seven of us right off the bat, they'll break out the heavy artillery, and I mean BFGs.Stay back with the gold a few minutes, then come up when I call again.By the way, what happened to the Idiot Genius?"
