Conall was trolling down the sidewalk when he saw a man step out onto the street not paying attention. Lucky enough for him, the driver was paying attention and managed to stop before turning the man into a greasy splat on the road. He chuckled a little as the man flipped the driver off and kept walking. As the man finished crossing the street he turned and looked back at the truck and noticed what it was carrying. Conall picked up on that gleam in his eye and figured the guy had an idea to hijack the truck. Good thing Conall was a clumsy guy, this was definitely his sort of job.

Conall tripped over a crack and fell down into the road in front of the truck making the driver get on his horn again, and scream some more obscenities at this new distraction keeping him from doing his job properly Conall rolled just enough after he hit the ground to face the man casually smoking a cigarette against the wall and wink at him before grabbing his leg and acting like he had broke it. Screaming in pain he called for help.

Conall took Chickenz hand and shook it once as he mumbled "Names Conall, you got a deal" so the driver couldn't hear him. He then started to pull on that arm so his partner in crime could yank him up into a sitting and then standing position. "I think I broke my shin!" he growled at the driver as he came around to see what was going on. Enlisting the drivers help he leaned most of his weight onto the driver testing the man's strength as they hopped along towards the passenger side of the truck. The man seemed fairly weak, must just drive the truck and let someone else do all the loading work. As they near the passenger side door Conall drops his supposedly messed up leg hard, mashing it down onto the man's foot. 

Conall jumps in the passenger seat and slams the door shut, "Hit it!" he says keeping an eye out for coppers. Last thing they needed was for one to walk around the corner. That's the kind of luck Conall has though, as sure enough he hears the whistle of a copper running up behind their truck. Lucky for the duo hes on foot, shouldn't be hard to out run this dumb street cop.

Looks behind him and doesn't see anyone running behind them. "Looks like we lost him," he says still looking back. After a bit he turns around to watch in front and relaxes. As they continue to drive along Conall notices something in the side mirror. Taking a closer look he sees their unfortunate passenger is starting to stir in the back. "Time to get rid of our friend back there" he says pointing a thumb towards the back of the truck. He keeps an eye on him to make sure hes not doing anything stupid with the cigs.

Conall waves at the driver from the passenger seat of the truck as they pull back out onto the street. Pulling a cigar out of his jacket he bits the end off of it and spits it out before sticking it into his mouth and lighting it up. After taking a puff he looks over at his partner and crime and realizes it might be a tad rude of him to not offer up a cigar. Shrugging his shoulders he pulls out a second cigar and offers it to Chickenz, he figures the hard part is done now to just offload the goods and split the earnings.

Conall nods as the figure sounds about right. He chuckles a little as Chickenz chokes on his first drag of the cigar. He's been there himself so no need to belittle the other man, he'll get used to it soon enough. Celebrating their successful job before it's completion is something Conall has grown fond of, although some people tell him it's a bad omen. "Ay, take it easy with that cigar. It's not a cig my friend." He nods at the man and shows him how to take a proper puff of the cigar. He nods again as the other man does it right the second time around. Looking around he sees they are nearing some factories and points out one off to their left, "Think that one looks good for us"

Conall hops out the passenger seat and jumps up into the truck. As Chickenz calls em out he tosses smokes out to the ones that pay up. Working together with his impromptu partner the two quickly clear out the truck making plenty of cash during the workers smoke break. Just like Chickenz said for about an hours worth of work and one bloody driver the two have made a killing off of the truck full of smokes, now they just need to sell the truck. Looking around at the crowd of workers Conall has an idea, he waves Chickenz over and crouches down in the back of the truck to talk to the other man. "Hey, you think one of these factories wants a truck for cheap?" he raises an eyebrow at the other man.

Tris was watching the whole heist go down. She didnt see a need to get involved, it looked like they had it under control. Cigarettes were a dime a dozen after all. She didnt have a whole lot of time to get back to Detroit. The Detroit Cougers were playing later that evening and it was a playoff game, Stanley Cup on the line.

"oh what the fuck" she muttered to herself as she disappeared, but not quick enough.  Someone else had witnessed that heist and called the cops. You could hear the sirens blaring as they got closer and closer. 

"stop right there!" yelled the cop at her

she smiled briefly as she withdrew her gun and shot the cop in the chest. Seeing that as her opportunity, she got in her car and yelled for her driver

" GO! GO! GO!" she yelled as the driver peeled off and took her to her plane. 

(OOC Note: The Detroit Redwings are one of the original six teams in the NHL. They were known as the Detroit Cougers from 1926-1930)

Conall takes his share of the cut and nods his head. He shuts the truck off and pockets the keys as he walks off towards the nearest factory, might as well try his luck there before going off any further. Striding across the parking lot he heads up the stairs and knocks on the door of what he assumes is the owners office. Turns out it was the accountants, but from there he received directions to the owners office. He makes his way over to the owners office and knocks there, after waiting a few minutes the owner finally lets him in to hear what he has to say. He tells the owner he has a truck for sale, real cheap like since he doesn't have papers for it. The man seems interested and the two haggle over prices finally reaching a sum of 5000 for the vehicle. Conall shakes hands with the man and exchanges 5 grand for the keys to the stolen truck him and Chickenz parked outside. 

Once outside Conall returns over to Chickenz and gives him half of the money. He has a code of honor, don't swindle criminals, only naive men who deserve it. "Well then, looks like our business is concluded here." Conall gave Chickenz a bit of a salute, re-lit his cigar and headed towards the road to hail a cab.