So on this one cold bitter night Gorda was walking through town on his way home after a messy one, when something caught his eye the fucking bank on main street transports its cash late at night, what an opportunity he thought to himself.

While walking the last few blocks he was having a real hard think about what he had just seen so he decided to drop into the HQ and leave a note for Hypno, Gustav-Morello and Mazdyn-Morello to meet him in the coffee shop at noon tomorrow he had a nice little earner for them.

He then headed home to get his head down but with what was going through his head it was going to be a restless night, he managed to grab a hour or two before the alarm went mad..

After dragging himself out of bed he got himself sorted and headed over to the other side of Las Vegas to pay that old prick Clarkson a visit. when he got to Paradise he was greeted by one of Clarksons damn fools this is going to be fun "where the fuck is clarkson?"

From the distance Clarkson appears from nowhere, "Come here I have to talk with you, so I heard you are a good driver? I may need you for a job im looking at if you want in meet us in the Strips local coffee shop at noon"

Heading off to do what needed to be done, he decided to have a few beers and got abit carried away "Shit is that the time I gotta meet the guys at noon lets go"  

Upon arriving at the coffee shop he saw a few of his old friends standing waiting for him, "Sorry I'm always fucking late"

Mazdyn yells "you been fucking drinking again" while Gus stands behind her pointing and laughing like a big kid. "Yeah I had one or two now lets go inside and wait for the others this could be a cracker if we pull it right, anyone want a coffee? I sure as hell need one" after a short while Hypno and Clarkson turn up, now we can start to discuss business.

So I sit there and explain to them that I see the bank on main street transporting large amounts of money and if we pull it right it could be our money, "So Clarkson listen up I heard you are a good driver if thats the case prove it this is going to get messy, Hypno your gonna be parked a fair few blocks away in a van of some sort, you need to sort this, me Gus and Maz will handle the guards and the cash Clarkson you just better be ready to drive son and Hypno you better be there with that fucking van now Clarkson and Hypno go find a fast car and a van! Maz Gus Come with me lets go get masks and a few guns and clothes to make this happen we will meet back here say tomorrow around 10pm and we will get this show cracking"

Mazdyn laughs at Gorda. “How are you going to tell us to meet you here at noon, and you come rollin in at half past?” Mazdyn takes in the information that was just presented to them. Quick cash. Nothing wrong with that. Lord knows she could use the money and she knew that this crazy bunch could pull it off. 
 

Gus and Mazdyn follow Gorda to the safe house down the street. They proceed to lay the guns they had planned on using on the table carefully insuring that all of the clips were full and everything was ready to go. Mazdyn walks to a room in the back and changes her clothes. She dawns an all black outfit before strolling back over to the guys. 
 

Mazdyn looks down at the weapons in front of her and  secures a gun tightly inside her boot and another on her hip. She knew that this could get messy so she wanted to be prepared. After she gets fully loaded up with everything she need she says “Hey Gorda, what’s the plan. I know you’ve been thinkin on this a minute. How are we going to go about this?” ​​​​​​​Mazdyn sits back and waits for further instructions.