The guy said they needed some engineering help. He seemed like a stand up guy, dressed in a nice suit and smoking a fine cigar. Of course, I needed the work anyhow since being fired from the university for an ethics violation. Ethics...haha...that's what they call bumpin' uglies with a hot little blond sophomore.

I arrived at the address he gave me. Turned out to be a bar called Figoroa's. As I went in the door, I saw the guy sittin' at the bar. "Whatcha drinkin pal?" I ordered a beer. " Glad you came pal, we really need your help. We are doing some remodeling on a business and need you to tell us how to add a door to the basement." He pulled out some blueprints and showed me the spot for the door. As I studied the design, I realized that the walls were 4 feet thick and made of concrete. "What kinda business is this?" I asked. "Don't you worry about that, you ain't gonna be involved in the.....remodeling work." A sick feeling came over me as I realized this was the design of a high security bank. This guy wasn't a contractor; he is a crook and this is the making of a bank job. I pretended to study the plans as I pondered my situation. They obviously didn't have the technical expertise to pull this off without help and I had the knowledge they needed. Do I try to get in on this or do I run and call the cops? Crap. that would get me killed surely. Everyone knows the cops are paid off. I had $2 in my pocket and no prospects for employment. AH..the hell with it, I need to get in on this.

"OK, here's the deal." I told him about the sophomore and the asshole university President. He laughed his ass off. "Hope she was worth it pal." I told him how broke I was and how I needed a job and would be a great asset to anyone employing me. He thought for a long while. Then he spoke.

"OK pal, here's the deal. I am with an organization and we could use someone like you. I like ya, so I'm gonna take you under my wing. Tell me how to get into this building and if it works I have a lot more work for ya. But remember this, if you screw me over, you will be found in the city dump with your underwear in your mouth. You belong to me and you don't do nothin' without my OK, see." Was I really just being recruited by the mob? The whole thing seemed so surreal. "OK sir." I said. Do you have a name?" "Don't you worry about that just yet; you don't call me, I call you. But you need a name.....hmmmmm, you sure are a brainy one. Hey, Brains...yeah that's it! OK Brains, get the hell outta here and wait for my call. You better hope this "remodeling" works out."

As I left the bar, I felt confident. The information I gave him will surely get them in the bank. Why work for a livin' like a schlub anyhow?