Chapter 1810

Matthew said, "Then once you get us inside, you'll stay outside for backup. We hit from the inside, and you support from the outside. It'll be a clean split hit." Clinton nodded. "Yeah, that's the best plan. You three do a quick disguise—Tommy, you look way too polished, so swap into something more… working class." He glanced at Marion and Matthew. "You two look fine as-is. I'll change too. Dress like a low-level thug, then we're good to go." The next day, the sun blazed overhead like an open oven in a small, dusty town in Wakeville, Duncaster. A rickety motorized tricycle rattled to a stop, and with a loud clang, its dented side door was shoved open. A young man jumped out, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and fake tattoos splashed across his neck and arms in bold, flashy designs. A thick gold chain bounced against his chest as he landed, glinting sharply under the sun. He checked his watch and muttered, "Damn, that took forever." Three others climbed out behind him. All three looked