<div class="floatleft">(http://distractionsink.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/reno1-227x350.jpg)</div>Marc used to hate waiting for anything, but he'd become good at it in the Marines. War was 99% waiting and 1% sheer chaos and instincts, so he learned to like the quiet anticipation before things got interesting.<br/><br/>All the same, his heart was beating quickly, and hard enough to where he could hear it in the relative quiet of his Dodge Challenger (http://pictures.dealer.com/b/bosakmotorsalescllc/1822/a0fb8859eb7eac696b3309f40ca6e4dcx.jpg). When this job was done, maybe he'd get a BMW, but for now<em>The Tempest</em>was doing him just fine. Maybe he wouldn't even need a car in Argentina, or wherever Jackie-D wanted to go after this job. This one would hopefully take care of them for the rest of their days, though there was plenty of distance between that and where he sat.<br/><br/>He wasn't much of a dreamer, he just knew that whatever their new life would hold, it would be better (and sunnier) than their life now. He couldn't really complain, of course, he had his raven-haired beauty sharing his bed, and they weren't going hungry. The two of them were proficient enough to live comfortable and support each of their own habits, and a few shared ones as well. It was the number of small jobs they had to pull that was holding them back. Each time they ran a gig, there was some risk, however minor. Sooner or later, their small boosts would put them in the crosshairs of a lucky detective or beat cop, and they'd be sunk. It was better to do one big job, put all the risk in one basket and all.<br/><br/>He hoped for some kind of update from Jackie-D, but he knew that in truth, no news was good news. He just hoped that ass-clown Marty didn't get this information from some of his shittier sources. They'd used to have a much better contact for this sort of stuff, but he'd gotten into some heat and had to leave town. Such was the life of their type.<br/><br/>Once Jackie-D found the spoiled tramp, they'd take her to the cabin that they he'd bought a timeshare on for a month. They'd send a ransom note with instructions, and her rich daddy would pay out the ass to get his heir back. Then it would be beers and beaches in a country where the dollar was strong, and dirty money was still money.<br/><br/>He kept his eyes on the club across the street, hoping to see Jackie-D and their mark. He was tempted to light up a cigarette, but his instincts told him illuminating the dark interior of his car with a lighter was a bad move. He cracked his knuckles and waited to see the pair of them.