Clyde waited patiently for Clarence to get him the items he needed. Doing things right was his speciality. He knew Clarence didn't like what he did, but there was always things much worse he could be involved in. Not much worse mind you but still. There was drugs. That was worse. & moving body parts on the black market. Much worse. & rape. Definately worse & not his style. & then there was mur - no, scratch that. The last job he did killed that - & the gas station attendant. Why can't people just listen & there'd be no problems? He hadn't gone in<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="text-decoration: underline">intending</span></span>to kill someone. But sometimes things happen & it was just something that couldn't always be avoided. He realized that now.<br/><br/>As soon as everything was in order he took his items, finished his drink, thanked Clarence, & was on his way. The man would get his money after the job was done like always. Not that Clarence ever asked for payment. But he never refused it either. Besides, family helped each other & to him Clarence was family, maybe even more so than his own.<br/><br/>But speaking of family he had Buck to pick up. The plan? Hang out with his brother until about two hours before the bank they were set to hit was due to close. Right before closing time there'd be minimal people & that made things easier. Then it should be smooth sailing from there for the two. At least he hoped so. Maybe with luck no one would have to die this time.