Looks like Syn hit the bottle hard again and has been doing his best impression of a coma patient. It’s nice to know that even he finds his limit every so often. Well since he is MIA I thought I, Judas, should leave a note in his diary to fill him in on all the work we did while he was in the bathtub singing the poke-rap.
We started off by collaborating on what we didn’t know and realized that we NEEDED to find a way to know which transport our mark will be taking. So we did some digging into our contacts and found two guys that work for McMillan prison that could be blackmailed. One of which frequents a local bar. WHICH APPARENTLY MEANS I HAVE TO GO. Fuckdammit. The place had shit fit written all over it. Well we got in and got to work.
Raziel located the guy we were going to bribe and started hitting on the attractive guy in his group. After which point Balthazar played the roll of the jealous ex-boyfriend and started high fiving the guys friends in the face with his fist. Raziel played the damsel in distress and had the schmuck “rescue” her out a side door. Once there the tables turned; shock gloves to his throat Raziel brokered a deal. Two grand, and a promise to leave him alone, and he will supply us with the information about which transport our mark will be using.
After that we regrouped and continued our prep work. I took out an armored car for a test drive to determine the weaknesses, and found few. The thing is basically air force 1 on wheels. Once disabled, if such a thing is even possible, we think we can power weld through the exterior hinges on the door. We did however also scout out the routes likely to be taken and found a few ambush points.
Gohdammit… Syn is teabagging our dishes… gotta go.