While Hector was still on the road to the hospital, in an apartment building on the outskirts of the city, a gang was planning something terrible.
Robbing a money transport truck.
"I'm sure the truck will roll out at 7 in the morning, heading down Louka Street toward the Yensai Private Bank. But the best part? It's going to turn here." He pointed at the map. "Onto Minister Street. And the best thing about that? It's a narrow, one lane road. We can trap them in, blocking both the front and the back."
"But it's an armored truck, how do we get the money out?" A women asked.
"Do you really think they care more about money from some rich asshole than their own lives? These guys don't even make minimum wage. They'll hand it over, Fanni."
From the corner of the room, a man stepped forward, moving toward the table and pointing at the map.
"The police station is only about 12 minutes away. If they radio in, we're fucked.."
