Verbal_Kint shifted in his seat and yawned.  Reaching up onto the dashboard of the Gimbels delivery truck, he grabbed his old thermos and poured himself a little coffee.  He looked over at Sunny and held up the thermos in way of offer.  She appeared to be lost in thought and didn't seem to notice.  He looked over at the large sliding door of the warehouse, trying to wish it open.

He turned and glanced back thru the small opening into the rear of the cargo truck.   "Damn degenerates," he laughed to himself.

He can see Geralt, Luigi, Lydia and S56 sitting there in the dark.  Well, what Should have been dark.  One of them had brought a lantern and they were all sitting around it playing cards.  Looked like about $30 laying there.

Sighing, Verbal turned back to look once again at the warehouse.  Still closed.  Bored, he looked around the cab of the truck, pretty plain.  Of course, that's what you want when you're trying to be inconspicuous.  No one would think twice about a delivery truck sitting down here off of Oregon Ave, among the other warehouses on the docks.  Not even at this ridiculously late hour.  Pulling out his pocket watch, he was able to catch some light off of the torch in the back...12:45 am.  Where the hell was this Thomas Black at?

Verbal stretched, then readjusted his suspenders and jacket.  He'd forgone his normal style suits for this job, and settled on just a black button up shirt, black trousers and old,comfy pair of black brogues.  His fedora lay on the dashboard, ready to grab.

Warehouse F....looked just like all the other buildings surrounding them.  Big, square, ugly, appeared to be two stories.  According to Don Capazzo though, this Thomas guy had told him that it was full of guns, jewelry and cash...and during the day was heavily armed.  This time of the morning though, they were supposed to be working with a skeleton crew of hired guards, and a small group of people that acted as interior guards in a large interior room that housed 6 large vaults.

Pulling out his pack of cigarettes, he lights one up and spits out the stray pieces of tobacco.  Looking out the window, he looks in vain for the Delaware River down thru the buildings.  He can smell it tho...smells bad from the runoff of chemicals from all the textile plants up river a bit.

Verbal jumps suddenly at a sharp pain in his leg.  Whipping his head around he sees Sunny pointing with one of her icepicks towards the warehouse.  The large door had been slid open a couple of feet..this was there cue.  Rapping hard on the back of the cab, he can see the lantern go out almost immediately, followed by the sound of the rear doors being opened.  He looks over at Sunny, she smiles and nods her head towards the building.  Grabbing his hat as he's opening the door, he steps out and slips it on.  Reaching into the small of his back, he pulls out his Colt .45 and checks the clip as the others join them in front of the truck.  He rattles his jacket pockets to make sure there are a couple spare clips.

Looking around at his friends, he hopes silently for a smooth job.

"Alright," he says softly, "you all know what Don T is expecting.  Lets not disappoint the man."

The wait had gone on longer than he would have liked, more than anyone would have liked. It was bad enough the hit had to go down at midnight, now this Black fella had kept them waiting for god knows how long. But for him the wait seemed longer, he had decided to withdraw from the game some time earlier, he had lost a bit too much cash and he was recently in need of more money than he used to, Breakfast at Sunny’s was costing him more than his normal breakfast expenditure. He was sitting by the rear end, near the back door waiting, after making sure the seat was properly dusted off of course. He had busied himself with his gun, one of the many M1911s produced by Colt Company. He had checked, double checked and triple checked the magazine, the trigger, the barrel and had even polished the bullets with his handkerchief. It looked as good as new, the dark grey metal was shining and the brown handle had no traces of dirt.

The sound of Verbal_Kint’s signal on the metal interior was blissfully pleasant. Immediately after this signal someone blew out the lantern. Geralt, Luigi and Lydia put their cards down and got ready to get off the truck, leaving all the bets right where they were. S56 slowly pushed the squeaky rear door open right from where he was sitting and stepped out into the dark, gloomy Oregon Avenue. He turned around and saw the half open warehouse front door. He tucked in his service ready pistol in the back of his pants’ waist, pulled his vest over the gun in order to conceal it. Then he suddenly grimaced when he thought of the black stain the gun barrel would leave on the bottom of his snow white shirt which was also tucked in his pants. That was the only issue with such weapon placement, otherwise it was perfect.

His stream of thought was broken by the sound of the driver’s door closing. He looks over and sees Verbal-Kint and as he is putting on his fedora. Another door shuts and he catches a glimpse of Sunny on the other side of the truck and then the back door closes behind him. Everyone is out of the truck and S56 stands ready, waiting for Verbal to sound the advance.

Geralt hated waiting around, it made him nervous.  The only thing he really hated more than waiting was people who were making him wait by not being there on time.  He walked away from the card game soon after it had started, dice were more his style anyways.  Geralt snuck away to a shadowy area, just big enough to conceal his body and pulled out his sword then began cleaning it.  A quick flash catches his eye as Klint lights a cigarette.  He lets a small grin show across his face, almost like he is remembering an inside joke from somewhere, then goes back to his blade.

Before too long, another flicker of light caught his eye, further away, as the warehouse door slid open.  Geralt knew that was their cue, and waited for the group to start moving.  As it got closer, he stepped out of the shadows next to everybody and nudged Klint jokingly.

"You know those things might kill you one day right?"