Marilyn
BC:*Barret smirked and watched the lad work out the finer details. Nodding in approval at the carefulness of them.* 

"I've managed to save enough contacts in my sailing days to have gotten a few of my folks in. They let me know more than a few days ago that the drop was made and stashed under the docks. It shouldn't be too hard to drive a vehicle up and snag up the bags they put everything into."

*Barret chuckled to himself and took another pull from his flask.*

"Would be ridiculous to think a shipping container wouldn't go missing. So I'm certain my guys are separating the product and hiding them under the docks in parts. It's a bit risky to let them stay there for this long however."
Marjorie
"True that."

*He pulled out his phone, dialing up a number.*

"Then we probably should get there soon. Don't want others knowing what's going on."

*He glanced around, seeing his other phone vibrate in his car. A smug grin formed on his face. The phone was in a '58 Chevy Bel Air, painted a crimson red with black accents. He was practically drooling.*

"You got a ride to get down there?"
Ryan
"I don't. My cash flow is tied up in a few properties and the payroll of a few workers. Tend to just walk where I need. I end up getting where I need to eventually."

*Barrett whistled softly and his crow Locke came down from his perch, landing on his shoulder. The crow crooked its head from side to side, eyeing its surroundings as it croaked gently.*

"You got room for two. Locke promises to not make a mess in the ride."
Marjorie
"Make a mess? Pff- HAH!"

*He began laughing, so much that it drew attention.*

"Dear, I will say this right now. It ain't mine, and I wish it was mine. Stole it from some high class snobs a couple weeks ago. They haven't even noticed it's gone missing."

*He began walking towards the car, giving a cold glare to anyone who possibly heard him. He raised his hoodie slightly, a ||knife|| tucked between his jeans. He was practically telling them, 'snitch on me or i'll gut you.'.*
Ryan
*Barret followed close behind, taking a mental note of the events. He'd managed to get his footing in a record time if things managed to stay on the level.*

"I'm sure. Do you by chance know the folks you lift it from?"

*He entered the vehicle and made Locke hop into the back seat. He placed his seatbelt on and continued speaking aloud.*

"Because. If you did. And if we happened to leave a small amount of the product in the car and dropped it off safely. I'm sure those snobs would surely be in for it. Might even make the product I'm moving invisible."
Marjorie
"Never got names. But I do know where they live."

*He put the keys in the ignition, starting the vehicle. It roared to life. The V8 played the song of it's people. Everyone turned heads, like it was the most popular thing around. Probably because his foot was on the gas pedal..*

"That could work. Might be risky, but if you think it's worth it, then I'm in~!"

*He shoved his foot on the clutch, shifting into 1st. He moved onto the road, looking around. Just then, he revved the engine, hit the gas, then slammed on the brakes. The tires began spinning, the engine roaring, smoke began rising from the rear end of the car, and the smell of burnt rubber was filling the entire area. He let go of the brake, and began to drive.*

"Man I love this thing."

*Show off.*
Ryan
*Barret had felt the surge of waves, seen monster waves and had stood on the bow to meet them head on. He was no stranger to adrenaline and it's partner thrill. This was new to him. He gripped on the window as he felt the machine lurch forward as the speed of the tires spinning finally caught the car up to speed. Barret let out a heavy 'Aye' as they sped down the road. Barret has all but forgotten about the heist, enjoying the drive at what felt like sub-sonic speeds.*
Marjorie
*He turned his head.*

"Oh~? Now that's a reaction I know! First time being in a car doing a burnout?"

*He looked amused, but also curious at the same time.*

"Heh. Honestly, they're fun. If you know how to do them. If you don't, it's a sure damn way to destroy your transmission."

*He held his knee on the steering wheel, taking off his hoodie. Even without his hands, he kept the car straight. He placed his hoodie in his lap. Underneath was a white shirt that said 'fuck you', and that's it. As soon as he got his hoodie off, he placed his hands back on the wheel, fully regaining control.*
Ryan
*Barret managed to laugh a little and felt himself calm down and get a little used to the feel of G-force.*

"Not quite used to faster vehicles. And I'm quite lucky to have gotten a dependable driver then."

*Barret rolled a window down, sticking his head out of the window to feel the rush of wind. The smell of burning rubber was far behind them by now, the smell of sea water was slowly getting stronger.*