Tommy, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly stood up and went to the weapons cache. He picked up a Thompson and ammo for his M1911. He began talking as he stuffed his ditty bag with ammo

Aldo, since when has shit ever gone right for us? Every job we've done, somethings gone wrong. Just look at my eye for Christs sake. I think we need at least two guys across the street from the bank, at least. If the cops show up they can blast 'em from behind. And Maestro, that Ford you got, isn't that a two seater?

Eh, so is mine, so we have enough room. Three can fit into each if they tried.

Aldo jingles the keys to his luxury Mercedes coupe.

... hey it's a magnet for the broads! besides my boot (trunk) can fit 3 bodies!!! i can manage at least 3-4 people!

ok heres the car, Maestro drives his Ford Model A around!- 

Then Aldo drives his Mercedes around-

Ok maestro says here they are.. heres what we got!

ok now what?...

Hold on mate, we gotta wait for the explosives, I can handle the lobby safe, that thing is easier than a padlock. But here, you can help me in the mean time.

Aldo puts  two browning 1918s with bipods into a crate and hands them to Maestro, then he takes a crate filled with 1898 shotguns and a few 1928 thompsons and takes them to his car. Then he gets back into his office and calls down to the others in the cache.

Okay, they're guns, not tits, get the hell outta there, we got all we need from there.

ok takes the cache, wait are you sure thir not tits man?? Thats not what i'm seeing , Maestro sqeezes too hard and the 1911 goes off and puts a hole in Aldos window.... fuck sorry sorry, Maestro to him self "Their not tits, their not tits!!"

Hey Aldo, wheres the dynamite?..

Aldo sees Maestro squeeze thin air, then stare at his open window.

We're not using dynamite, it's too unstable, it'll scorch what's inside the vault.

Maestro listin to the giant octopus speak about dynamite then shakes his tentecles, then looks around for Aldo...Hello Maestro stop pulling my fking hair and listin up!!!.... fuk man i gotta stop buying opium in Chicago man!! yea ok, no dynamite, so i guess i'll have to call the safe cracker, then blow his brains out after were done, safe us the money! or have you something in mind?...

I'll crack the lobby safe, and Al's man will blow the vault.

Maestro sighs... so no brain action for me.... that FBN Harry Donahue better be there, im gonna murder that bastard!... no first i better get a tip of him.. then kill him... get my 10 G's back!!! of course while were fighting of the cops!! ok im cool with no call to a cracker!

Ha, well, probably not, it's Chicago, not New Orleans.

Aldo moves to the cache door.

Come on, hurry up, I need to cover this up again!

ok, you get that end... ok just cover it... ok, now which car? DEFO NOT MINE IVE GOT bILLY bALLS IN THE TRUNK... fuck that reminds me be right back!....(goes outside, then a rev of an engine is heard..and a car is heard driving of fast) (40 mins later) (Maestro comes back in, puffing, sweaty and covered in dirt!)... ok i'll put it in my trunk!

We're using both. Now we wait.

Aldo moves his chair to his desk, sits down, and props his legs up.

.... Maestro looks in amazement... what?? you i did all that fucking digging for nothing!!!... i mean going out for a smoke!... ok fine, but your carrying the large crate!

Aldo lifts his hat.

Mine's already in my trunk.

Aldo puts his hat back over his eyes.

ok....Maestro puts the crate in his trunk! so when are Tommy and Alonzo getting back from their "Smoke" hmm, (maestro thinks something dirty and wrong to him self) whats that Aldo says, oh i was just wondering were Tommy and Alonzo were.. together...for an hour??? anway everything is ready!

Tommy was sitting in the corner, with his fedora pushed forward to cover the top half of his face as he rested.

What the hell are you talking about kid? I've been here the whole time. Anyways, Alonzo went to get a few extra guys, he won't be back till tomorrow morning. 

Tommy stands up and lets out a small yawn

I think I'm gunna hit the sack too, get rested up for the big job. I'll see you guys tomorrow, if anything comes up, call me.

Aldo stays where he is, without lifting his hat.

Night, be here around noon.

oh there you are Tommy.... Maestro leaves the office...

takes a seat on the sofa, places his colt on the tea table and starts to assemble it and clean it....

Alonzo comes back the next morning wearing a hoody over his head, and a pair of jeans. He takes a deep breath and pulls his hoody down, when he comes back into the room. Only to find that, Tommy and Aldo were sleeping with their fedora hats over their eyes, and Maestro cleaning his gun. To Maestro's right, there were several guns which looked clean. Meastro's OCD. Alonzo, opened the curtains wide open which were only half-open. The bright light should have woken up the men, but Alonzo didn't bother checking. The room was a bit too dark. He walked over to Maestro, who was the only one awake and started talking to him. 

O.k., hopefully, I weren't spotted in NO, but i've got a couple of men, who are willing to join us at the bank. You might recognise some of them Maestro, but imma keep it hush, hush. As for  the hesit. What were you lot up to as I was gone?

Alonzo asks, as he goes to make himself a cup of tea to drink with his sandwich which he bought on the way. He handed everyone sandwiches to which he also bought them. Guessing what they might enjoy.