THE APPROACH: rhys & miles.
The heist would go on fine. As far as Rhys was concerned, just as long as everyone stuck to their parts, everything would go down as easily as needed. He'd gone over it several times with everyone, or at least almost everyone. He had Tom go over things with Miles, because he just...he was just not going to deal with him. The only reason he agreed to this entire endeavor was the promise of fun and money. Sadly, the fun part was just not happening either.
Miles chose the best time to strike. Rhys had been standing off on the side pissing into said bushes when the man approached. He could have walked off while doing so, but he would risk the chance of getting it all over his pant leg and the smell would be pretty distinct. So he stood there for the sake of their future plans and closed his eyes. "Really? Now?" He shouldn't have drank so much before they left...or along the way. The thief had clearly brought this upon himself, not that he'd admit it. Not to Miles. Not after what Miles had done. "Have what? What do you want?" The sooner they had the conversation, the sooner they would stop talking to each other.