<br/><br/><br/>Name: Mordecai McCallahan<br/><br/>Position: The Planner (Master Mind)<br/><br/>Age: old enough (early 40's)<br/><br/>Height:  6'<br/><br/>Weight  185<br/><br/>Hair:  graying prematurely<br/><br/>Eye:  blue<br/><br/>Personality: Pragmatic.  Efficient.  Indispensable. Unbound by conventional rules<br/><br/>Bio: As odd as it sounds he was born in Grissom New York when there was no work and placed on the back stoop of a Manson. His mother unaware the owners were out of town as she raced away to feed her family of eight.<br/><br/>The gardener found him and took him home to his wife of 45. Their own children grown and gone they were not keen on the idea of raising another. But it was winter and by the next spring he was scooting around the floor chasing mice with the cats.<br/><br/>When he was 8 the gardener collapsed while mowing the lawn and never woke. Days after the funeral Mordecai took his place.<br/><br/>Since the boy had no birth certificate, his mah home schooled him. She had no idea how to teach which was probably in his favor. Her only teaching strategy was a ruler. If she thought he was inefficient he would get a smart taste of it and sent back to his studies.<br/><br/>He was 16 and had just gone to the well to fetch water for breakfast when the cats began to mew. He ran inside but it was too late. They said it was natural but he knew she had untreated diabetes and refused to go to the doctor.<br/><br/>At 16 he was on his own and on his way to New York, New York. A Stock Trader. The rules were to cumbersome. He made several killings but the taste for more was irresistible.<br/><br/>He went to Vegas not to play the casino but to get in on the action. Those that worked the angles gave him an opportunity to prove he could handle blue collar jobs.<br/><br/>His assignment; Cash out a Bank of your Choice the old fashion way. If you get away with it, we’ll be in touch.<br/><br/><br/>(http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt158/simgoboy/Heist.jpg)<br/><br/><br/>