Amon was sitting in his apartment down in Paradise, Las Vegas. He was staring for a wall for a while before going over to lay down in bed, with his attempts to actually doze off into a peaceful slumber, it was impossible. He needed to get something to do, something to tire him out. Amon went over to get the phone, he was just whacking his hand across the table lightly like if he was just woke up and was going out to shut down an alarm, he decided to give Sw1tch a ring. It was in the middle of the night, and when you can't sleep, you're out of luck. Amon was out of luck, he kept the phone up to his ear until he heard the call being from the other side.

"Ugh, yeah, hello?" The man murmured during the phone call, just from the voice it sounds like the man was fatigued.

"Hey, man. It's me, let's get out and do something. Can't sleep for shit and unless I tire myself out, it ain't happening. You game? If you are, meet me down at the pub that's near Headquarters, you know, the place that's open late."

The man gave a simple sigh and murmured a couple of words over the phone once more, in terms of agreement.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be down there soon."

Amon hung up, he set the phone down. He let out a simple sigh and guides a hand through his hair, it was ruffled and still surprisingly tidy. He walked over to his bathroom and took a few minutes to get washed up, the bags under his eyes weren't too noticeable unless you were up close just to show off the signs of not getting enough sleep, he dressed out into something simple and put his jacket on just as he puts his arms through the sleeves and checked his pockets. Amon went into his nightstand drawer and took out his problem solver which was his pistol that carried around during his normal routine, he exited his apartment and was shadowed under the night sky as he gave a look up to the sky and then looked back out on the street. The street still had people around, some looking like they're in a hurry to get home or go off to do business, just from the assumption that is. 

Amon decided to take his car out for another drive through Paradise as he needed to head over to The Connexion Headquarters. He opened the driver-side door and slid right in and made himself comfortable in the seat, putting a hand on the steering wheel as he whipped out his car keys from his jacket pocket and started up the car. Amon pulled out of where he parked and began to make his way out to follow traffic, he took a swift night drive and had the wind blow his hair up again, the lights shined up the rest of the block for more of an easier view.

It had been a few days since Sw1tch found himself doing anything after taking the coke shipment from McCarran International Airport and getting his left arm shot in the process. Well to be honest, he had done a few things afterwards, although a lot of it was a blur, but he remembered enough to know it involved The Strip, drinking and gambling. How he managed to get himself back home to Paradise, he didn't know but he managed it. Like he always did.

He was planning to sleep the next few days away but that was suddenly and somewhat noisily cut short. After what seemed like only a few minutes sleep, his telephone made its presence known. Its frantic ringing tearing through his skull, he had to stop it. So he blindly threw his right arm out and prayed he grabbed the telephone handle. He was thankful when he found the familar object and pulled it to his ear and murmured what he hoped was a response.

​​"Ugh. Yeah. Hello?"

Fighting through the haze in his mind, he recognized the voice as Amon. As Amon spoke, Sw1tch pulled himself up to lay against the headboard of his bed. He quickly found of that Amon couldn't sleep and wanted to go out and do something. Despite how he felt before receiving the phone call, he found himself sobering up and itching to do something. He agreed to meet Amon at the familar spot near The Connexion HQ.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be down there soon."

And with that Amon ended the call. Sw1tch put the telephone back and ran a hand down his face as he spoke out aloud.

"Okay you can do this buddy."

He looked around his bedroom and sighed.

"Right!"

Sw1tch  got up, the room spinning slightly as he made his way towards the bathroom. A quick shower and clean clothes were definitely needed. Several minutes had passed and the shower had worked pretty damn well. He felt more awake and alert which was very good. Once out of the shower, he quickly redressed, grabbed his keys, gun and with one last glance in the mirror, he was out the door to meet Amon. 

He had a sudden feeling that this was going to be another long, fun, action packed evening. In other words just another night in "Sin City".

Amon stopped at Headquarters. He arrived first, but most likely because he was more near. He went inside the pub while there was some people inside, yet quiet and not full of noise. He gave a wave at the bartender and had a drink served right away, a nice glass of bourbon as he went over to take a table for himself. He was just waiting for Sw1tch at this time but what better than to go ahead and get a drink while there's nothing to do, yet. He took a sip of the bourbon and placed it back down on the table, his eyes ran along everyone inside of the pub, he lifted a hand a ran it through his hair again and placed it back down on his lap, he looked out of the window in order to see if he could spot Sw1tch arriving for himself.

It was only a matter of playing the waiting game. Meanwhile, he raised a hand again to get the bartender's attention.

"Hey, Frank. Get me another drink while we're at it, I'll be waiting here for a while. Got a friend coming to meet me as we speak, bourbon will do unless you wanna surprise with something else that is somewhat decent."

"You got it boss." The man said as he went back behind the counter to fetch more drinks.

After what seemed like an eternity Sw1tch arrived to The Connexion HQ and saw that Amon had arrived before him, a thought of maybe moving closer briefly crossing his mind, but he quickly shook it away as he shut his car door, pocketed his keys, readjusted his gun in its holster and headed towards the familar spot.

A short walk had him arriving to the pub, it was still quiet enough but it was impossible to tell if it would stsy like that for long. He glanced around and noticed Amon sitting at a table near the counter and drinking what he guessed at a glance to be bourbon. He made his way over to Amon just as he was raising his hand to get the bartender's attention. Possibly ordering another drink. He quietly sat down across from Amon and cleared his voice as he relaxed into the chair.

"Hey. Sorry I made you wait. So what's up?"

Once Sw1tch arrived, upon him walking down to his table he gave him a nod and as he sat down he was served his drink. He rubbed his eyes before taking another sip from the glass of bourbon. He gave Sw1tch a stare and rubbed his eyes, clear signs of being tired.

"Well. Like you heard before, can't sleep for shit. And it's been a couple days since we were assigned jobs to do and now looks like they won't have something for us for a bit, maybe we could plan something quick, probably not something we can conduct tonight unless you want the both of us to be asleep when everyone has to end up going to work. Don't wanna have to deal with a bunch of screaming and shouting in the morning, I like my mornings quiet and I'm sure anyone with a decent mind would accept the same, so, was thinking this local Post Office that's out to the north in Summerlin. People are in and out, so it could be real quick for us to score some decent cash. What do you think?"

Amon pretty much gave a somewhat, detailed rundown of what he wants to do. Upon him explaining the last words he decided to take another sip from his glass that is still full of bourbon, he never really planned on being a heavy drinker in his life and this only proved it with how he took his time drinking alcohol. He slouched back in the seat.

Sw1tch sat back and listened as Amon explained what he had in mind for them to do, something that would help pass the time until the next proper job came their way, which was fine by him because Sw1tch needed to be kept busy otherwise he'd fall back into certain habits, habits he was finding himself in more often than not lately and he knew if the Streets didn't kill him, those certain habits would, so he'd gladly accept this "distraction". As Amon finished explaining himself, it didn't escape Sw1tch that he still had a glass full of bourbon, which Amon took a sip of upon finishing his explanation of the plan to knock over the PO to the North in Summerlin, a place he hadn't been to in awhile. 

"So a good ol' fashioned KO the PO, huh?"

Sw1tch picked up his own forgotten drink, took a sip, enjoying the burn as he put it back down in front of him. His left arm also burning at the movement but he pushed that back to his mind so he could answer Amon, who by this point had slouched further into his seat.

"Okay. Count me in. I'm never one to knock back a chance to score some decent cash and if its quick and easy, well that's even better. They'll never know who or what hit 'em!"

Sw1tch picked up his drink again, raised it to Amon in a salute, quickly drinking down the remains. Once finished he put the glass back down, wiped his mouth on the back of his shirt sleeve and relaxed. 

"Frank! Another drink, come on!" 

Amon spoke in a moderate tone as he blurted words out over to the bartender again, getting served another drink, he smirks at Sw1tch but with his own facial expression could signify he is no way up for something rowdy at such a late time, he rubbed his hands together and saw the man coming back to the duo's table with another drink of bourbon. It was just one of those nights where you plan and drink, and drink until you're just out of it. He gave Sw1tch another look as he leaned into the table to fix his posture.

"I'll call you tomorrow. That way we have enough sleep to get the job done, be ready, man. Even though this will go quick, depending."

Amon stood up and patted Sw1tch on the shoulder, leaving him a reassuring pat. He walked out of the pub and went out towards his car and slid back in the car, he leaned his head back on the driver seat and let out a sigh before getting his head back up and starting up the vehicle. Amon, being assured, hoped he didn't drink as much as his vision was slightly blurry and he couldn't focus but he managed. He drove back out to his apartment out in Paradise and left to make the night go past. With the planning already going underway, this job was gonna be a walk in the park.

Sw1tch couldn't help but smirk as he watched Amon's attempt at getting the bartenders attention but he eventually got it and had more bourbon brought to their table. Sw1tch wasn’t going to complain, he liked drinking and he liked Amon's company. Plan and drink, he could also do that pretty damn well. He choked back a chuckle when he saw Amon lean into the table to fix his posture, he felt like saying something but he kept his mouth shut and once again focused on listening to what he was being told. He picked up his drink, taking a sip and keeping ahold on the glass as he listened. Once Amon finished talking, he stood up, placing a reassuring pat on Sw1tch's good shoulder and quickly left the pub. 

Sw1tch glanced around the pub, by now it had gotten pretty busy and loud. He let out a sigh as he turned his attention back to his near empty glass and shook his head and mumbled to himself Amon was right they had to get enough sleep otherwise things could go wrong. With one last drink from his glass, making certain he'd finished it, Sw1tch rose from the table, stretched and also made his exit, feeling a light buzz as he walked. He hadn't got blackout drunk as he had been doing lately but it was enough to help take the edge off and hopefully get him to sleep. Thankfully his car was still where he left it, that was always a bonus. He quickly unlocked his door, got in and shut the door with a little more force than he intended, the sound echoing but he ignored it and quickly drove off, heading for home. 

Amon made his way home and followed the short flow of traffic. At this time of night, you couldn't expect much except for a couple of people here and there, after finally reaching his destination he put his car into park on the side of the road and got out and walked up towards his apartment, for a man with the life he's living and the thing he does for a living. His apartment actually didn't look like shit, provided that he gets more money from this job to see if it could get him more, with all those riches that one so hopefully wishes to get. He rubbed a hand across his forehead and decided to undress and get ready to hit the hay. He kept his gun in the nightstand drawer again and made sure the door was locked before he went into the bathroom and gave his hands a quick wash and as well as his face, the bags under his eyes were noticeable and he has to wake up early in order to do the job tomorrow with Sw1tch, everything was so full of a time and being late was the last thing on his mind. Amon turned off the lights and went to bed.

Amon ended up passing hours through the night with some decent sleep and ended up waking up in the early morning. He opened his eyes and blinked for a while before arranging himself on the edge of the bed, of course taking it slow because he still feels tired even after the late night departure last night, and giving himself a quick stretch before doing anything else. He went over to a window where he could oversee the street near the apartment and of course some businesses and gave them a quick look before heading out.

Sw1tch had made it home but not without a detour that had him picking up a delivery of coke from one his CAs who had managed to score a couple extra units for him to sell, he wasn't going to complain, it would bring in a nice amount extra cash once he found the right buyer and it was only a matter of time. With that out of the way he headed home. Once he arrived, he noticed some familar faces hanging around the alleyway across the road, it was some of the street kids that would do things for him when he didn't have the time. Package deliveries/pick ups, information gathering, whatever what was needed. He would never admit it out aloud of he had a soft spot for the street kids for several reasons, the main one being that he used to be one of them. He watched as the kids spotted a couple walk past the alleyway and suddenly headed after them, he knew what was going to happen. He shook his head and finally made his way inside. The shutting of his front door and locking it had it echoing throughout the apartment. He made his way to the bedroom, sitting on the edge of his bed his turned on the lamp beside his bed as he removed his suit jacket, tie, shoes, not caring where they landed and unholstered his gun, which he placed under his pillow. He let out a sigh and turned the lamp off before falling back on his bed praying for sleep.

He didn't know how much time had passed but the sounds coming from outside the apartment gave him a good idea. He pulled himself up against the headboard for a moment, clearing the sleepy haze from his brain. Then with more effort than it should have taken ne got up and headed for the bathroom to throw some water on his face and brush his teeth. With those tasks completed he left the bathroom and went back into his bedroom to retrieve his suit jacket, shoes and gun. Once he redressed, reholstered his gun, grabbed his keys and ran his fingers through his hair, he headed out to meet Amon.

The PO and Summerlin wouldn’t know who or what hit 'em! 

Amon decided to redress himself in something different than what he wore last night. He snagged his keys and gun and tucked the gun in his jacket and made his way out of his apartment, locking the door right behind him. One of the main things he doesn't forget seeing ash e doesn't want his apartment to be raided by the time he had came back. He went over to his car and slid right in and hooked the car keys right into the ignition and began to drive off. He was off to The Connexion Headquarters to go ahead and meet up with Sw1tch, Amon was looking as good as always but always deserving the bragging rights with his lug personality, he wanted to make sure he got there early so he could read something. Amon was never taken as the book favoritism type but the more you know...

Amon stopped his car right in front of Headquarters and made his way inside while no one, or most would be around this early. Amon snagged some notes from his jacket pocket hastily and started to give them a quick read, it was short-detailed plans of how he would enter the PO and of course it would be a fool's trick. There is no honor among thieves but when that did ever come into account? Amon's eye ran across the information on each note while he waited for Sw1tch to show.

It was still early enough that the traffic was light, something that Sw1tch was grateful for because the sooner he got to The Connexion HQ and met up with Amon, the quicker they could sit down, go over plans and hit the PO with little to no effort. With that thought in mind, Sw1tch put his foot down and increased his speed, not worrying about being pulled over, not that he would usually care but today was different.

Several more minutes had passed when Sw1tch saw the familar building, his home away from home. The Connexion HQ. He noticed Amon was already there, of course he would be, he lived closer. He pulled up and parked alongside Amon, locking his door, readjusting his gun and heading inside. It didn't take him long to find Amon, who was sat at a table in the main room of the HQ, going over what Sw1tch assumed were notes, which was a good thing. He made his presence known by sitting across from Amon and clearing his throat, hoping to get Amon's attention, Amon looked over to hi, and nodded a greeting, which Sw1tch returned with a look of curiosity in his eyes and asked...

"So, how are we going to do this?"

He relaxed and glanced at some of the pieces of paper that Amon had put down on the table.

Amon looked at Sw1tch as he finally arrived to Headquarters. He gave him a simple nod then decided to stuff then otes in his jacket pocket again and then stood up. He gave him a simple pat on the arm.

"Follow me. We're gonna get in this PO the easy way."

Amon started to walk off and gesture Sw1tch to follow right behind, it was out the backdoor of Headquarters which lead out into a dirty alleyway but then again when were they ever clean to begin with, he had a car parked up here and it wasn't of anyone the crew would know, he popped the trunk up and there uniforms laid out in the trunk, basic uniforms and nothing that a basic con-artist would be able to spot. He waved his hands across the uniform and then looked back at Sw1tch.

"Uniforms. Corrupt cop I know pulled some favors for me, IDs are in the pocket so in case we have to show them they'll fall for it, easy plan right?"

Sw1tch got up and followed Amon, curious as to what Amon described as 'the easy way'. He kept quiet as he followed behind Amon as he headed out the backdoor of the HQ, a door that Sw1tch used on more than one occasion as a shortcut to get inside. Amon came to a stop at the trunk of a car, a car Sw1tch had never seen before, parked in the alleyway not far from the HQs backdoor. He watched silently as Amon popped the trunk and waved his hands across something causing Sw1tch to step up to the trunk and peer inside and what he saw caused him to let out a small amused laugh.

"Uniforms? Wow. Okay. I've spent my life fighting, running, hiding from them and now I'm going to wear one?"

Sw1tch ran his hand down his face and he continued to stare at the uniforms Amon had acquired while he explained the plan.

"Well. There's a first time for everything. Let's do this!"

"First time everything indeed. It'll be an easy way in, trust me."

Amon snagged one of the uniforms and started to move around so he could dress out. Once he finished putting the uniform on and completing the buckle and making sure it fit in all the right places and nothing was reversed, he went back around for Sw1tch and nodded. He snagged the identification he stated before from his breast pocket and showed it out to Sw1tch. There'd be a fake name listed on the card stating they worked for the Post Office, no basic con artist move.

"See, it'll work. Now let's head into the car and hit this place."

Amon started walking off with Sw1tch tailing right behind and began to slide himself back in his car and readied the keys which he hastily got out of his pocket and started up the car, he ran a hand through his hair and started to double check everything was ready for the short and easy job which could get the duo some good cash.