<strong>Al Geithner</strong>had used Banquo Security, perfectly legit, back in the day, when he'd been setting up the market gardening business.  He'd even had a couple of the backroom boys over for poker and beers.  Forgiven one of them - arrogant young guy called Dashwood - quite a hefty loss on a pair of aces.  You never know when you might want to call a favour in.<br/><br/>Today, for instance.<br/><br/>The Banquo truck had broken down right where Dashwood had said it would: six miles from its destination: the Allied Bank.<br/><br/>The call came through on the intercepted frequency.  'Request maintenance' and the code numbers for truck and location.<strong>Aaron</strong>had parked the pick-up right around the corner, but they waited thirteen minutes, because that was how long<strong>Dwayne</strong>had calculated the journey from their HQ should have taken.<br/><br/>Al had been worried about the patience of the other guys, but it was he, sitting in the back, who was most restless.  No coke till they were inside the bank, he'd told himself.  Jesus, that seemed a long time away.<br/><br/><em>There are two pretty women at the end of this trail.  You are going to watch them suffering.  Don't take out their pictures it'll look foolish.</em><br/><br/>And Dwayne worked at a puzzle book, and Aaron nodded his head to whatever badass music was playing through his white headphones, and it only took a couple of centuries for thirteen minutes to pass.<br/><br/>Al didn't mind showing his face, so it was he who coaxed the security men out of the truck. Dwayne and Aaron took out one each, with their night-sticks.  In five minutes the two security men were bound and comfortable, in the stolen pick-up under the trees, with tubes in their mouths to water bottles so they wouldn't die overnight before the anonymous call in the morning to tell the State police where to find them.<br/><br/>And Dwayne and Aaron were in the Banquo uniforms, Al between them in his open-necked blue shirt and jeans, in the truck with its fuel pump replaced, heading for the Allied Bank, and they were singing together, 'We will – we will - rock you - rock you...'