Name:  Shaun Baptiste<br/><br/>Location/Time:  The black van/Friday, 20 December, 6:30 AM.<br/><br/>Tagging:  Deke, Cal.<br/><br/>Wearing:  Jean, black turtleneck, glasses, backwards red baseball cap.<br/><br/>Shaun click-clacked away on the keyboard of one of his many laptops. He needed multiple ones in case any happened to get hacked, given that he was doing quite a bit of hacking himself and it always ran the risk, despite all of his precautions, and he was extremely good at covering his ass. He made sure nobody else ever used them for any reason, making them get their own if they wanted to do anything. Nothing fucked up plans more than letting someone who didn't know what they were doing touch his things.<br/><br/>But beggars couldn't be choosers. Shaun was not the most intimidating guy out there, and while brilliant, his less-than-reputable past prohibited him from getting legitimate employment and frankly he would have abused his power at every opportunity even if he did. So when he came across a guy like Deke, he saw the perfect enforcer for his fledgling gang. They would start small, building trust, earning privileges and making themselves useful in any of the ways the other demanded, mutually demonstrating their value and forging an alliance stronger than one mere profit motive could provide. Cal was another run on the ladder, but with the extra muscle, they were now equipped well enough to carry out Shaun's plan. One that their twisted minds would have no reason to disagree with.<br/><br/>Their targets were narrowed down slowly, a little more slowly than the others may have been comfortable with but Shaun's last job, that had necessitated his migration to an entirely new area, tided them over until they could make another big score. The Caldwells were the lucky winners, and would receive a visit from these boys. They would wish that it was merely a burglary, that they would be escorted to and then locked in the basement while they were robbed blind. Oh, how that would be a dream come true compared to what was in store for them. It provided masturbation fodder for Shaun for weeks and now was the moment of truth. Or rather, in about an hour by his calculations. He sipped his coffee, ensuring he would be nice and alert for it. Any fatigue would jeopardize their attention to every meticulous detail and that was the kind of sloppy error he would not stand for.