Max and Wilfred sat outside the house in the white windowless van they had rented for this operation. While it was a cliche, it was a cliche for a reason. It worked. The side was painted with Thompson's Plumbing, a decal they would remove before returning the van. It was also fitted with fake plates.<br/><br/>Max was in the Drivers seat. Wilfred was a better driver, but he got bored, and did stupid things. The two were walking over the plan again.<br/><br/>"It is simple. Gas Masks. We throw the CS grenades through the door. We rush in, grab the two, chloroform them. Into the bags, into the van."<br/><br/>Max always kept his plans simple. Wilfred tended to improvise if any plan got to complex. And frankly, the last thing they needed was that.<br/><br/>"Then what?"<br/><br/>"We drive them back home, and start having fun."<br/><br/>Wilfred grunted his approval.<br/><br/>"Teach their dad to fuck with us."<br/><br/>"Yep. No one welches out on Max and Wilfred. If it got around that he had done it, and nothing happened, we'd be ruined."<br/><br/>"Sides, his daughters are fucking hot."<br/><br/>"That to Will. That to."