Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20151030063516/@comment-5426254-20160605185112

''It's been a long time coming with this really long post. -GL''

It was a pleasant morning indeed when a pharmaceutical executive and the Queenston Arms employee met for breakfast on the day of the big heist. The sun was shining brightly, the climate was pleasant, and the skies were clear.

"Good morning, you two! What would you like to start off with?"

The waiter had received their starters for juices, teas and coffees of various kinds, before returning to take their breakfast orders.

"So, George, how's it going?"

Violet tried to lighten up the mood when she noticed her former henchman was tired. Instead, his face hit the table as he weakly gave her a thumbs up.

"Okay then, how'd you prepare for the big heist?"

"I built things," George replied with frustration. "A lot of things ... for this big mess."

"Oh my goodness," Violet apologetically replied. "I am so sorry about that, old sport."

"Don't you 'old sport' me, Violet! I'm just ... tired, that's all," he muttered while trying to suppress any further yawning.

What George hated was Violet's utterly ridiculous and repetitive catch phrases. And it compounded his insomnia that was created when he dedicated so much of his time and energy on such an important mission such as this.

As the two silently ate their bacon, eggs, fruit and toast, the two shared a look of regret as they reminescensed about the past.

While George and his team wanted to move on progress to a more prosperous future for themselves, Violet refused. She wanted him to stay so that she could protect and support people like him.

From his point of view, all Violet served was to be controlling and overbearing with that mindset, insisting that everything go "her way or the highway", out of a twisted sense of guilt and empathy.

But Violet could never comprehend why people like him would reject her offer to stay with her. All she wanted was for them to be prosperous, to make sure that they would never be hungry or impoverished again. Like a doting and anxious parent, she believed what was best for them, simply because she had experienced the same hardships herself.

It was a pitiful moment indeed, because it separated what was already a well-functioning dynamic between the two of them, instead filling their hearts with regret and resentment.

"I wish we could go back to the old days, George. Back when we didn't hafta deal with any of this nonsense." "If only we could," he replied. As much as it pained him to realize this, they could never go back. They would have to move forward.

And he worried about his former boss, because he knew that she wanted to repeat the past, to return to her mad delusions of grandeur and wealth, and admiration from as many people that she wanted.

But she was too naive and stubborn to listen, and that's what scared him - the idea of one of his old bosses and admittedly, his old friend, getting into trouble, spending a good chunk of her life, let alone all of it behind bars, or worse - unexpectedly dying quickly after the heist.

Once after they paid the bill and left the restaurant, they were now at an impasse.

"So, what do we do, George?"

"You told me something about bringing cars," he replied. "I wanna see 'em." --- Now

In whatever few hours were left before the big operation, two large trucks, one containing Violet's fleet of cars, and an 18-wheeler containing equipment from Queenston Arms arrived, and were now parked on the premises.

"We always deliver on our promises, right George?"

"Right. Anyone know where the Bullhead, the vans, and the speedboats are? I've got things to work on."

"More importantly," Violet added, "where exactly is the warehouse? Which floors have the treasure?"

The mood was already tense when everyone arrived, but the rest of the crew was shocked at how prepared the two were - and how insistent they were on finding the exact locations of the objective. As if the Skua's surprise that George brought in his own hacking program to supplement his own, among all the other gadgetry and vehicles the two pooled together, wasn't enough.

But they had no time to gawk. Now was the time to bring the plan together. --- Music:

David Arnold - The Master Plan (2 Fast 2 Furious Original Soundtrack)