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Chris MacBeth · **03-13-2016, 05:58 AM**

The Bank Job Part 2 - The Beginning.

It was a Sunday Night a little after Eleven PM. Alfie Halliday had called upon a group of his closest allies to meet with him for a drink and to discuss a new business venture, that's the worlds he had used anyway.

The bar had closed and locked it doors all after all the customers filtered out into the cold London streets apart from the three men that were there by invitation. Stanley Victor Moore, Tim "Timmy B" Banks and Chris Macbeth. The three men were sat around a large circular table in the dimly lit back room laughing and joking with each other. After a few minutes Alfie Halliday enters the room carrying a tray with a bottle of Bells Whisky and four glasses. He places the tray on the table and passes a glass you each of the men then begins pouring the whiskey.

Halliday: "Ok so you maybe wondering why I have requested you all to come here tonight. Well I'll cut to the chase... money. Money is why I called you here, lots of mother fucking money.

Stan and Timmy B let out a little laugh at the excitement there old friend was showing, Chris Macbeth was looking a little more puzzled as to what the point was... So he asked.

Macbeth: "So... What's the point? I'm guess you didn't call us here to tell us about money, something by he way we all have a lot of already."

Stan: "Timmy he doesn't l, he keeps spending his on them online brides they fly in from Tailand."

Halliday: "Thai-Brides?"

Macbeth: "www.rent-a-lady-boy.com.

Timmy B didn't seem to be very happy at being the brunt of the joke as the other three men laughed at his expense but he just had a sip of his whisky and tried to change the subject back to the reason they were all here.

Timmy B: "Yeah very fun, so what's the point of us being here."

Halliday pulls out a piece of paper out of his pocket with had an old picture on it.

Stan: "Who the bloody hell is that?"

Halliday looked towards Chris has he new his background of being interested with history would have surly introduced him to the face on the page. He leans in to take a closer look.

Macbeth: "It's Ibn Battuta."

A blank expression crosses the faces of Stan and Tim they obviously have no clue who or what the person on the page was or did.

Timmy B: "Uh, in English please?"

Macbeth: "Ibn Battuta was an Moroccan explorer who's travels apparently lasted around three decades and covered even more of the world than Marco Polo."

Stan and Timmy look at each other then back to Chris.

Stan & Tim: "Who?

Chris and Halliday physically do a face palm at there uneducated friends.

Macbeth: "Nevermind, but Al, what does Ibn have to do with us making all this money, I mean us making money is the point of this right?"

A smile form on Halliday's face as he reaches out and turns the picture over on the table showing the other side and new picture of some sort of eastern looking statue.

Halliday: "This my friends is the Statue of Alibahnial. This is...

Macbeth: "The secret treasure of Ibn Battuta.

Halliday: "That's right, his most prized procession that many believe doesn't exist.

Macbeth: "It does?"

Halliday nods as he picks up the bottle off Whiskey and begins to pour another round.

Halliday: "It does and I know where it is."

Stan: "Where?"

Timmy B: "And who cares?"

Halliday: "This is one of the single most valuable artefacts in the world, that's why I care, that's why I know Chris cares and also why hundreds and thousands of others will care just as soon as what I know becomes common knowledge."

Macbeth: "Ok so we're going to steal it!"

Halliday nods, smiles and takes a sip of his drink.

Stan: "So where we going boss?"

Halliday: "Nowhere.

The others all look at each other then back to Halliday.

Halliday: "The statue of Alibahnial is right here in a bank vault. A modern day treasure hunter has found it and it is now locked away awaiting inspection before being put on display at the museum. Which means our time is short. We need to move quick to get this done and become very very rich men indeed.

Stan: "Ok so do you have a plan?"

Timmy B: "Yeah what's the plan?"

Halliday went through the ins and outs of the plan with the boys, some fine tweaking needed doing but with the input of the whole group they had a sure fire plan that could not fail. It wouldn't fail. The only issue now was the final member of the team, there plan required five of them and looking around the room it was apparent there was only four of them. A few names were suggested from the group, Stan mentioned his old buddy who he goes drinking with occasionally, Timmy B suggested Halliday's nephew Little Jimmy, an idea that Halliday wouldn't entertain, this was going to be a dangerous job he didn't want his sisters boy involved in anyway. With no real idea of who the fifth member could be Halliday left it up to Chris to work out, He trusted Chris' judgement. The group all left the bar and headed there separate ways.

A little while later...

Chris is sat around the poker table in the large games room he has had built in his house. He picks up the bottle of Corona and takes a swig looking around the rest of the group. Ted, Dave and Sullivan are talking amongst themselves in this break in play. The task of finding the fifth member for the bank heist is running through His head as he contemplates asking one of these guys to be the man. He looks to Sullivan first and studies him for a second before coming to his senses, Sully is Halliday's brother there is no chance Alfie will want him involved plus Sully and Alfie have never seen eye to eye, Alfie Dee's his brother as weak... Maybe he is but Chris knows for damn sure that he is loyal to a fault, but no, it can't be Sully, Alfie wouldn't allow it and Sullivan just isn't cut out for this kind of thing. He looks around to Ted and Dave, the two guys have a joint on the go and are giggling away too whatever adult had told them, again they are loyal Chris thinks to himself but fuck me if they get stoned and forget to turn up. Perhaps if I chose both of them and ask each of them to remind the other one about it one may actually turn up! Nah they would both just forget to remind each other.

At a loss for ideas Chris gets up from the table asking the others if they want another beer, he heads over to the refrigerator and pulls out four cold ones and begins take the tops off when suddenly the doorbell rings out. Chris wasn't expecting anymore visitors and you can never be to careful when in his line of work so he heads into his bedroom and opens his safe pulling out a 9mm and shoving it down the back of his shorts.looking through the peephole he can see Halliday's nephew little Jimmy's buddy Joe stood out in the cold.

Joe follows Chris into the games room and he introduces the younger man to Sully, Ted and Dave then gets him a beer out of the fridge.

Chris: "What bring you here Joe?"

Joe has a sip of his beer.

Joe: "I need a job..."

Say hi to your MA for me.

Equinox is heard you open your mouth with your blah, blah, blah, rant, rant, rant which consisted of more shit than what will be covering you when I bury your not so bad self and on Wednesday Night. Oh and presuming this whole damn thing was my idea huh... Well you are wrong in fact I don't know who's damn idea it was perhaps Shane Carvers he seems like a bloke who would be into this kind of thing. No though Equi-twat it wasn't my idea but I do believe it was an interesting idea, I mean a match where the stip is to bury your opponent in shit is genius really, considering one of the competitors is so full of shit... That's you by the way boy.

Yeah don't forget your snorkel because your going to be going for a swim and when if for you all good and covered I'm going to pull down my shorts and add a little cable to the top of the pile... A bit like the cherry on top of a nice little cake.

So Equinox stop on the hating because it'll just get you a beating worse than the one you received at my hands before and worse than the one that Maverick received at my hands a couple weeks back. Don't get yourself above your station boy, your a nothing here so don't think you can beat Maverick, don't think you can beat me, just concentrate on beating yourself off while on the phone to your "MA", we all heard you... Freaky McWeirdo.

Say high you your mum for me...

Such a lovely lady...

Shame about her boy...

Just Saying

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