Need a Better Job
Nate shook his head. “How long is this going to take?”
Stan shook his head and laughed. “Do you really think it’s so easy? It takes time. It takes skill. It takes—“
“An old man that’s full of shit,” Nate finished.
“That’s the most important part.”
“Yeah, okay. So?”
“You want the keys to the vault or not?” Stan winced as the desk drawer remained locked. “Damn thing’s stuck.”
“Just hurry up before the alarm goes off.”
“I thought you disabled it?”
“No, you were… Aw, shit!”
The lights turned on as a steel grate dropped over the door.