Who: Bela Talbot & LIndsey McDonald What: Post Heist Where: In the middle of a hotzone When: Early Afternoon Status: In Progress
Their little heist had gone well. They'd worked together as impressively as usual and with the usual lack of trust. But all the same they had their weapons and a sixty fourty split since Lindsey had had to take a few of the men out. They'd gotten the jump on them but guns were guns. Bela had killed the driver much as he'd begged to be let go. Best less people know what they'd done or where the weapons had gone. And now they had a truck full of boxes and Bela in the drivers seat watching as Lindsey did the last of the clean up. He was doing the job well, she had to admit. He always did, That's why she kept coming back to work with him. Trust didn't come in to it, it was about ability. It was about knowing she could rely on him to get the job done.
She looked out of the window, her job being to keep an eye out for Croats as Lindsey made sure things were secure before they drove off to somewhere more sensible to work out where to start to sell and the kinds of trade they could make for the things they had stolen. And that sixty fourty split. As annoying as ever.
"Come on Lindsey" she called, its not that she was impatient but she was getting nervous. They'd been in one place, stationary in the middle of a hotzone for at least ten minutes and that was dangerous. And much as she courted danger being who she was, she wasn't an idiot. Life here was difficult. It was hard, awful. But people like her and Lindsey did what they had to to surrvive in it. They knew how it worked. "We've been here too long" she told him, making sure the keys were in the car, ready for them to leave as soon as it was all secured. She really thought they'd made a windfall with this. It would set them up for a while. In a good position to make both sides engage in a bidding war. And much as either of them should have felt bad about it, what amused her most was that she knew flat out that neither did.