Whilst angrily mumbling under his breath, he remembered a phase of the plan he didn’t exactly account for all that well. So, he radios called Harold who had the machine duct taped to his helmet. When he stopped smashing fruit carts at the farmer’s market, he found himself talking to Burino.

  “Ja?”

  “We need you at the parking garage immediately. Just grab the car. You don’t even have to change.”

  Like nothing had even happened, he ran full speed towards the car that some rich man arrived in. Thinking fast, or more so what is commonly known as not thinking at all, he hopped inside the car and shoved the very confused driver out of it. This had to be perfect, or he was never heading home again.

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  “Just what I need.”

  See, the operation was taking longer than expected and the people involved were taking their sweet time. Not like they were going to be needed past them simply operating the elevator another ten stories.

  “And… we’re back.”

  The elevator started up once again. Words couldn’t describe the boredom the outgoing John felt towards the stoic Javier.

  “Finally.”

  Right before they hit the top floor, John put on the repel bandana and stopped the elevator from moving upward. Javier took that as his cue and began to punch the door to the suite. His hands were hurting and he knew this wasn’t going to go all that well. What use will we be after this job is over with?

  “Alright big man, I know that you’re working fast but can I get some more results with this? This is very hard.”

  “Please be quiet. I’m trying to knock out a metal door with just my hands.”

  With just his hands, he managed to perfect this job. He was in.