The codes. Mordecai tapped the keys of the lap top and listened to the happy dialogue of the Reverend.  There was nothing better than hearing man enjoy his work.<br/><br/>Maddy was a lovely piece of work. Possibly when the Reverend had finished with her she would do very nicely here at the ranch as a permanent fixture. If the Reverend stayed on she would be his. When he left it would be hard to sell her to the man. After all Maddy and he went way back. They had history. She was the reason he was here.<br/><br/>A different web page came up on the screen. He could tell it was encrypted. His fingers stroked the keys deftly.<br/><br/><br/>He could feel Helen nearby in her corner.  The tension was unmistakable. She had been something he trained to his exact tastes over a period of years not months. There was no doubt that she belong to him and no doubt she was not broken. Not in the usual way one thinks of broken.<br/><br/>The hidden values began to reveal themselves. He toggle the stripper program to run silently in the background and hoped he timed it so it was just ahead of the malware sweep.<br/><br/>Frank was a rare addition to the family De Sade. An artist with a cutting edge. A surgeon of pain. He deserved about three Toni's. Before their operation moved to the Caribbean  Mordecai made a note to point Frank in the direction of several others for everyone's pleasure.  He figured Frank would keep the original for himself.<br/><br/>The site requested the access prompts. He keyed each letter carefully while the light on the hard drive with the stripper program chugged merrily on and off. Technology is a beautiful thing.<br/><br/>Jonesy was the glue that pulled this Heist all together. He had somehow managed to keep this boyish caring good guy front unmarked. He sounded so sincere. He was the young man old ladies would trust with the keys to their car and their check books. When he found Jonesy doing small time hits on social security accounts door to door in the Wealthy Retirement Communities he knew he had to give this man a starring role in this Heist.<br/><br/>The web page changed. It said loading and the animated green color began to slip across the long bar. The counter under it read 30%. Mordecai sat straight watching. Come one baby install!<br/><br/>"Reverend?" Mordecai spoke, he wanted to hear that bitch start to moan before he disable the mute so everyone next door could hear his announcement.<br/><br/>"Where's the moaning in pleasure?" He asked matter of factly.<br/><br/>He rested his elbow on the counter watching. The next few seconds would tell him everything. Payday or drop off into oblivion. His chin resting against his fingers as he waited. It read 35%.<br/><br/>Mordecai toggle the com and put on the head set. His voice calm and pleasant as it came into the next room. "Everyone comfy in there?"<br/><br/>