So, now it's been put into control. Their fight that is. She wasn't getting to emotional, he wasn't yelling. She wasn't yelling back. So, he'd have to learn to mind his mouth a little more. Hopefully. "Yeah. Can we put yours on hold for now. We have a week and a half to plan for this one, then we're set. We'll have to actually tap into our emergency money in the swiss bank account." He half grinned taking the wash cloth with ice. Gingerly he tried putting it on his eyes, though let out an obvious painfful hiss. "God this fucking hurts..."
Going back to his talk with her. "Anyway. I was thinking our truck heist in Texas. Shoot the motorcycle guard. Take the front of the truck out, with an RPG. Open up the back of the truck with a small ammount of C4. Get the painting, and get the fuck out of there. I suspect we'd have about...five minutes to do it once we start." Thinking. "We should do it in four to be safe."