A plane lands in New York at 4:58. It landed at JFK Airport. It had made one other stop in Chicago since taking off in Las Vegas. On it was Robert "Frenchy" McMahon. He had been asleep since taking off from Chicago. He had rode first class, and a young flight attendant woke him up about ten minutes before they landed.

Frenchy walked to the terminal, or more so wobbled after the 7 hours on the plane. He went to baggage claim, and picked up his small suitcase. It only contained a suit, some hair gel, a tooth brush, and a pistol taken apart and neatly put into the side compartments of the bag. He picked it up and began to walk out.

On his way out he noticed something that peaked his interest. It was a small vault standing wide open that was guarded by one guard. Frenchy looked into the room and saw a man taking money out of bags and placing it on the many shelves withing the room. Along with the money there was also some jewels.

He was so happy, he'd hit the jackpot. He continued to walk out thinking as of how he was going to steal the money. Nearing the exit he saw a sign that read "JOBS OPEN, HELP NEEDED". It hit him, he'd infiltrate the airport, and steal it from the inside. He decided that tomorrow he would call and see about getting the job.

Making his usual business trip to collect ingredients for his newly opened establishment, Sceadu saw "JOBS OPEN, HELP NEEDED" posted beside the trash bin at the smoking area. Thought it's not bad to jump off a job for extra funds. But then he saw a well dressed man smiling out of the blue. He walked closer to him thinking that he might have an idea about the said poster.

"Excuse me sire."

~Tips hat~

"Do you happen to know any information about this?"

~Pointing at the poster. Waiting for the gentleman's response.~

Frenchy looks at this man, and thinks of an answer. He doesn't know much about him, but he could tell that there was a sleaziness about him. He decided to be blunt, but to not say straight forward that he was going to rob the airport.

"Uh, yes sir. I believe the spot may already be filled, but I have a job for you that may pay a little bit more if you're interested. We'd have to go over some credentials, but you seem to be a good fit. What do you say? I promise you the pay would be very nice."

"A little bit of change is better than exact change." 

Sceadu smiled as his eyelids begins to grow. He's quite excited about what's going to happen but also cautious from the way the gentleman spoke about the offer. He paused and thinks for awhile, then thought about his newly established business. He needs funds to keep it running.

"Alright. Now what's this job about?"

Lits up another cig and took a deep puff..

Frenchy was a cautious man, but he saw fire in the man's eyes. It led him to believe that no matter what the job was, he would get it done. He put his arm on the man's shoulders and motioned for him to come outside with him. When they were out of earshot of any civilians, he leaned in and told him his plans.

"See I just noticed a bank vault in the airport that seems to have pretty relaxed security. I'm going to take the job and work my way into the vault through the inside. I then plan on stealing and copying a key, and then lastly hiring a couple men to do the job for me, since they'll know my face."

Frenchy paused a moment to read the man's face. He had to make sure he wasn't going to flip out and rat on him. If that would have happened Frenchy would have WACKed him right there and then. Luckily the man seemed to be listening intently and Frenchy decided to press on.

"From what I can tell it seems to be a 2-3 person job. I have two other guys in mind and, if you want, you could complete the set. Whada ya say?"

Vaults has been a personal favorite of him. After listening carefully to the plan, Sceadu felt more excited than before. As they left out the building, they crossed the street still talking with discreetness. People didn't even noticed that they're talking to each other. He thought of a last man that will fill the spot. His long time buddy, VanBrilliance. That man's capable of securing an identity and fit in perfectly just fine, unnoticeable.

Across the street rests a small park. They reached into the nearest bench and sit afar, putting in a gap for their respective setting. Sceadu pulled up a news paper and begins to answer the gentleman.

"Very well then good sire, you can call me Ceasar by the way. I'll shall get into preparations and brief a friend of mine about this job. I'm pretty sure you won't be disappointed about him. He's pretty much fits for it. As for the contact, I'll keep in touch and you can send me a telegram of you don't have that much time to arrange a meeting."

Sceadu wrote down a billing address on a piece of paper for the gentleman to send the letters to. He pulled up and lit a cig then stood-up. As he reached for a hand-shake, he slide up the piece of paper. He smiled and waited for the gentleman to grab his hand and get the paper before making his way.