Swan has picked a secluded place along some brownstones on level 56, a ritzy area in West Hollywood. The grav cars have several lanes here along with the upper roads, walkways and lifts. aLl are wet from the October rain coming from the high rises.
In a small corner there are a few hidey holes and storage facilities. In one of these you find him waiting for you. Dressed impeccably, as always, it seems as if none of the rain or film in the air outside has touched him or his actual silk suit.
“Welcome my friends! Please ….a drink.” It’s a statement, not a question. However you mind little as you know his wine to be real and likely the only non-vat grown wine you’re likely to get considering the price.
Likely to get until after this job you remind yourself.
After the bottle is downed he opens a large tube and removes the contents: A series of blue prints.
Spreading them out on a table he starts the pitch.
“What you see here is the Port West Bank. It’s on the 27th level above Century City but not quite high enough to reach Downtown. That’s to our advantage as I will explain in a moment. “:
He moves to the side of the table near you. Its three levels of office and one vault none of them being too large. They only have two offices; the other being in New York. This little bank handles mostly currency transactions and exchanges for private citizens and small non-public companies. On hand I’d say they never have more than ¥70,000 in cred and cash. However I happen to have it on good authority that in 15 days’ time they will be receiving a hard currency transaction from one of their private holders looking to invest in markets in Asia. The currency will be delivered by Knight Errant on the 31st. On the 3rd of next month Knight Errant will also be picking up the currency and transporting it abroad. I believe in rout is a bit unfeasible. At least incoming Knight’s boys will be using two Alpha teams and I see no reason not to assume the same going out. That would mean a major firefight in the downtown area. “
“Not feasible.” An almost sad swallow of wine follows.
He points down to the blueprints. “That means here…in the office while the currency is legally transferred from private company – to bank – to Whomever in Asia. I calculate this process will take 48 hours. In that time I will have access to codes that will open the bank area itself, and most of the secondary doors. The vault is something else entirely. This is obviously a black bag job but first I need to know if you are interested. It’s a one shot deal. My end is 30% of total value. That includes the man on the inside and transfer of the currency to a liquid state. “
“Well my friends?” He holds up the last of his glass of wine “Are you up for it?”
The last of your wine is bitter in your mouth, as you consider…
The shit-can clinic didn’t have a TV or nothing in the room. Shit, he had to share his room with two other meatheads. Senna, god bless her soul – and her overabundance of money – brought a vid screen in for him to watch. First the clinic kicked up a fuss till she said they could keep it once he left. After that they let him plug it in. Shit, that thing was better than the one he had at home. He might have to take it anyway when his new leg started working.
The screen made him popular, not that anyone bothered him anyway but positive attention was not something Winger was used too or people and chit-chat. He tried but he didn’t’ think he was doing very well. His armband offered no advice.
Well he was conscious and watching the news. Holly Brighton began her evening ‘news’ section.
“The dramatic heist that took place on Halloween night of the Port West Bank in upper LA still remains unsolved. One of the most daring heights in recent memory the smooth operators made off with over 6 Million nuyen, according to the bank executives.”
She turned to her right side. Her thoughtful side, “You may remember that on November 1st bank employees entered and found thirty two puppies wandering all through the bank floor area, the vault door opened and the remains of over three kilograms of bi-sodium carbonite or, as it’s more commonly known; Alka-Seltzer, all over the vault floor.”
A picture of a scowling Lone Star popped up on screen as Holly turned to face forward again.
“Hey, that’s Ghost’s boyfriend!” He said to no one in particular.
“Lt. Grissom of Lone Star was quoted as saying, ‘We have every available man on the job and are taking this matter very seriously.’ As of today the bank robbers remain still at large and it’s this reporter opinion that this cool smooth group is long and gone from the LA area with no trouble or worried from the over worked Lone Star officer, as dutiful as they may be.”
The picture of Grissom – not his best – he looks perpetually annoyed – came down. Holly’s always bright face returned. “However adoption efforts for the ‘Bank Heist Puppies’ continue, today let’s take a closer look at one of the puppies: Sebastian is a ….”
A picture of a puppy floated up on the screen.
Winger’s hands twisted the metal bars in his bed.
“God Damn It!!!”