Marie smirks as she regards her crew members who choose to go with her on this art heist adventure with her.  She had had her eye on this particular piece since she moved into the downtown district and learned about it.  

"Today we are going to steal a Rembrandt self portrait that is being displaced at the Downtown museum."  She looked at Heathro, her left hand man and the man she now turned to for everything.  He had been such a solid foundation for since Luca's passing.  She honestly did not know how she would have made it through the last few days without him.   "Heathro, you are going to be our driver.  You are going to get us to the museum and then stay with the car.  We may need a fast get away."

Turning to look at Alexa she smiled.  "You my dear... I hope you are not afraid of heights because you will be lowered through the skylight to take the painting which is hanging on an easel."  Before the woman can object she turns to Palatino.  "You and I will be on the roof and we will lower Alexa down and then pull her back up when she gets it."  

Regarding everyone again, she asked, "Any questions?"

She sat on the edge of conference table in the HQ conference room and tried not to remember the night that Luca and she had raised Heathro to the rank of Made Man.  Being in the HQ had been really hard for her.  There were so many memories of him there.  She took a deep breath and tried to focus on her team.

Alexa's mouth dropped, she froze heights were not a stong point of her's "B b b b But Skylight, Low Low Lowered..." She was just stuttering now she did not no what to say.

After a few moments she managed to compose herself, she brushed her hair out of her face and looked at everybody else in the room. Her frown turned into a smile and upon reflection she was happy the boss had thought she was worthy enough of such a task "I will not let you down boss" she said to Marie 

Alexa went off to go put on some more appropriate clothing, this heist would not work in the current heels she had on.

Palatino took a long drag of his cigar. He had always been a chain smoker but this time was different. He wasn't nervous per se'. He was was excited. If he and the family could pull this off he could start to make a name for himself. He looked at Alexa who looked like she was about to shit herself. He gave her a reassuring smile. "Dont worry sweetheart. My dad was a butcher. I used to transport huge slabs of beef this big." Mr.  Peloza makes a wide motion with his arms. "I won't drop ya." Palatino finishes his cigar. He promptly lights another.

Irene rushed into HQ, still tying her hair up into some semblance of a braid. She was running late to her first briefing- how typical of her. Palatino's smoking habit was the first thing she sees, or rather, smells. Smoking has never been her poison of choice, but Irene supposed that she couldn't judge. Her own occasional drinking habits spoke for itself. She arrived just in time to see Alexa run off.

"Sorry I'm late, boss. Is there a task for me left?"

"Hey, Irene! Wait up!"

Angel ran after her, running late as always. She always had a habit of being late to her own funeral, so to speak. With her hair a mess and wearing no makeup, she finally made it, just in time to join the team. She threw her hair in a bun super quick, and wiped the sweat off her face.

Out of breath, she spoke again.

"Sorry I'm late, boss. I'm here. What are we doing again?"

Heathro nods, he has been in many heists over the past few years though this one seems more.. Unique, He has never been involved in something with such a big pay load especially not an original Rembrandt dating back 200 odd years. This one will definitely be for the books. 

"I will get you there and back safety, no sweat.."

Heathro looks around the room at his fellow family members then continues to speak

"Though I need everybody to be clear on their position, If this is to run smoothly we have to pull this off with utmost professionalism.. And preferably, without such casualties."

They all looked as if they could handle themselves.. though it wasn't the new associates that he was worried about, it was Marie. With everything that has just happened over the past few day's how can she be up to the task at hand.. At such a young age, to be widowed.. Heathro could't bare the thought himself, He has tried to stick by her as much as possible though all of it but her mind seems to be some what distant.. How can he blame her, He would be an absolute reck in that position.. 

"Alright! I need to go source us a automobile, we can't all sit in my two seater can we?" 

Referring to his brand spanking new 1929 Alfa Romeo 6C Gran Sport Zagato

"I'll be back in a jiffy, have a drink and calm all your damn nerves!" 

After being informed of her role in this art heist, Irene calms down a little. Lookout? She can do that, no sweat. Growing up on the streets have trained her to sneak around & be wary of danger anyway. Judging by the amount of people involved, this is bound to be a serious operation. But...

Irene looked over to Marie. She hasn't been here for long, but the boss doesn't seem to be in her best state- at all. If anyone else has noticed, they haven't said anything about her ragged demeanor. It can't be easy, losing a loved one. She's never had to worry about this herself, but Irene can always try to empathize. She suppresses a sigh. Well, if the boss has already made up her mind about this, she'll just have to do her best in making sure this goes as smoothly as possible.

"Anything is possible if we try hard enough,"

Irene replied to Heathro, but she supposed that her words could be taken as some encouragement in regards to the operation as a whole.

She snorted at the mental imagery of everyone cramming in on a two-seater. Taking a seat, she took the time to apply lipstick. If she was going to an art gallery, she's gonna do it with style, dammit.

After getting in touch with a few old cronies' Heathro suddenly arrives back to the head quarters roaring and ready to get the plans underway

"Well we best be going then pals? There is a 1928 Cadillac Town Sedan out there itching to be driven, 90 brake flippin' horse power so you best be ready for one hell of a ride. But first make sure you grab one of those apron looking thing's over there" 

He points at the bullet proof vests' hanging on the hooks

"They will save your life.. Just try not get shot in the head, yeah? I am doubtful they will be needed but you never know In this line of work"

Heathro then waits for the crew to get geared up so they can venture off 

Slipping on a vest and holstering her gun, she looks around at the others.

I'm ready when you guys are.

Palatino puts out his Cigar "Lets do this." Palatino slips into one of the vests, sliding it over his white polo shirt

The vest ruines her aesthetic nicely, but Irene supposes that it is necessary for her continued survival- especially with only her wit as her only offence. Grimacing at the extra weight, Irene glaces at the boss.

"Are we good to go now?"

Marie nodded sharply at Gambino.  "A second driver and car are just what we need.  Thank you!"  She turned around and did a quick roll check to make sure she had told everybody their jobs.  Noticing one who had not received her assignment, she walked over to Mulberry.  "You have probably the most important job of all.  Once we get our team in place you will walk into the museum.  It will be closed, but they always leave the doors open there by the security desk.  You will walk in and make sure that the security guard is distracted for at least 15 minutes."

She looked back over to regard her crew and a small, but sad smile came upon her lips.  FOr a moment her eyes glisten moistly until she blinked several time and went to grab her gun.  

Turning to Heartho and Gambino.  

"Looks like we are all ready.  Let's go!"

Thanks, boss.

She thought, on the ride to the heist, exactly how she wanted to distract the security guard. It can't be too hard, right?

After climbing into the vehicle next to Angel, Irene calms down a little. Despite this being her first heist, she was pretty excited. The blonde seated beside her seems to be deep in thought. 

"Hey, you'll do great. I believe in you." 

Smiling kindly at Angel, Irene gives the other a cheery thumbs up. She looks like she needs it after all. Everyone can do with a little extra motivation.

Heathro looks back at the the two exquisite ladies, wiggles around to face them and begins to speak..

"Well I hope you two are ready for this, Just know I can't stop mid drive to re arrange make up or what have you.." 

Heathro grins to let them know he is joking and continues 

"I suppose this is our first proper outing as a Family, It shall be good to see how we all handle in the heat of the moment".

Turning back around he begins to yell out the window at Palatino

"We don't have all day god damn it! You're with me, the rest follow Marie and jump in with Gambino and let's get this show on the road!"

Heathro begins to fire up the engine and it takes a few good turns of the key to get the puppy going, but once it ticks over Heathro slams it into gear and puts his foot to the metal flying pass the other car pool still sitting stationary.. and with that, the are on there way..

After driving for a short while Heathro begins to wonder if his memory is playing tricks on him because he swore Marie didn't vest up at the HQ before they left..

"That can be right, can it?" He thinks to himself..

"Maybe she forget, yeah! That will be it, It may have just slid her mind, she's got a lot on her plate as of recently and small things may slip through the gaps.. though I should be picking up on these things.."

he continues to dwell on it for a bit then suddenly snaps out of that train of thought 

"HEATHRO TURNN!!!" One of the voices in the back yells 

Knowing he had just missed the corner and doubling around would take a fair bit of precious time up he suddenly but gracefully whips the steering wheel anti clockwise by doing so they skid out a complete 180 degrees gracefully ending up on the other side of the road a narrowing missing two other cars, one passenger bus and a slightly over weight cyclist whom begins to yell profanities at them as they hoon off back down the street..

"Well.. argh, that got my blood pumping. How about you guys?!" 

He can feel the eyes of the two associates burning a hole in the back of his head well Palatino lets off a slight chuckle..

They reach the corner which they missed moments before, they then proceed to pull up in a parking bay across from the Museum itself to wait for the fellow members' to arrive.. Or maybe they have taken another route and beaten them there..

- "Asshole" she yelled, slamming the door behind her and small pieces of paint falling on the floor.

- "You forgot that", throwing her purse from the balcony.

On my way to the kitchen to light up a cigarette, i say with a hoarse voice "not even while we bang she can't shut up and stop complaining about money".

I take my vodka and ashtray and go to the living room, throwing the two on the table. At one point, I look up at the painting on the white wall, a beautiful black horse, thinking about what a beautiful life he has and how free he is.

When suddenly, I remember that tonight I had to be somewhere. "The museum, god dammit".

Immediately pulling my clothes on me and I recap "Mask, gloves, piece and the lil vodka".

Get the car keys and get out of the house. With the thought of lighting a cigarette, I put my hand in my pocket and I see no matches. I'm going to the store at the corner of the block, asking for a pack of cigarettes and two boxes of matches.

Controlling all the pockets, I find that I miss my wallet, which is always in the right pocket of my pants.

- "That girl, stole my wallet when she left" i say

- "What?" asks the kid a bit confused.

- "Nevermind. I'll come back later to pay" and leave the store.

I get in the car, light up my cigarette and start towards the museum.

- "This guy either pursues me or wants to make a nighttime visit to the museum",

I get into an underground car park and take the spare car, I keep it there for situations like this. Get out of the parking lot, drive a few hundred yards and realize that I lost the cop.

I'm resuming my way to the museum and in less than ten minutes I'm already there.

Whole crew was waiting for me, trembling slightly because of the cold.

- "Why the hell took you so long?", yells Palatino throwing the cigarrete out of his mouth to me.

- "Hey, hey, take it easy. You won't believe what evening i had" continuing to say what happened.

Angel, stargazing again, shook her head and took a double take. She looked over at Irene and Gambino, and whispers:

"Our boss isn't wearing armor. I hope she knows what shes doing. This isn't exactly the safest operation...and you just never know. Anyway, I'm rea---"

"SHHHH!!!!" The rest of the family says in unison. "We're ready. Let's do this."

As the rest of the crew walks in the back door, Angel walks into the front. After being given the signal, she looks and sees the security guard. Acting lost, she walks up to him, hoping this works.

"Excuse me, sir. I'm lost. Can you give me some directions, please?"

She wasn't quite sure where she wanted directions to, but she had to make it sound legit.

"Sure, ma'am. Anything for a lady as pretty as yourself."

She rolled her eyes, as she's heard it all before. She looks in her purse and pulls out a map that she'd been saving for such an occasion.

"I'm new in town, and I'm looking for Delaware Street. I've been driving all over the place and I just can't seem to find it. My sister lives here and I just can't seem t--"

He stopped her.

"Just a second ma'am. I think I heard something."

She had to think fast. Looking in her purse again, she found a heavy perfume. She sprayed it in front of the guard's nose and it made him sneeze.

"Bless you, sir. Sorry, I meant to aim that toward myself. My mistake."

The guard got super dizzy from the scent. It had that kind of reputation, after all. Angel started to feel dizzy herself, but she had to stay in composition to finish the job.

"Anyway, where were we?" Asks the guard, sounding nauseous. "Oh right, you were asking for directions? I see you still have the map, there."

"Oh yes, I was asking for directions to Circle Drive." Says Angel, hoping he would catch her mistake and confuse him.

"Oh right. Yes. You take Main Street about 5 miles and hang a right. It will be right there. You can't miss it."

She rolls her eyes again, trying not to laugh. She had to make it sound like an accident, saying the wrong street.

"What, may I ask, is so funny?" He asks.

"Nothing..." Trying to stay composed once again, she makes up another little white lie. "You have something on your nose. Check it out."

She hands him a compact and he looks at himself. He sees there's nothing there and hands it back to her.

"Look lady," sounding angry, "I don't know what you're trying to d--"

She sprays the perfume a few more times, and the guard passes out. She gives the family a thumbs up and walks up to the boss, asking what to do next...