We'll Do it Like the Italian Job

The rain beat down on the windows of the cafe, creating a steady beat to accompany the soft background music playing over the speakers.  I stirred my drink. He's late again. Why is he always late? Then the bell on the door jingled, and a tall man stepped in, wearing the most outragously colored raincoat. Finally! Why does he always wear that thing, he's gonna get caught one of these days. I myself was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, nothing conspicuous or out of the ordinary. It was safer that way.  He ordered his drink and sat down across from me. 

"Did you know that one dollar and 19 cents is largest sum you can have without being able to make change for a dollar?" He casually asked

"Yes," I replied "Three quarters, four dimes, and four pennies."

"How are you, Bruce, still jumping at shadows?" He asked with a grin.

"Not here, just give me the plans."

He passed a flash drive under the table, grabbed his drink and walked out.  A few minutes later, I did the same, running through the rain to where my car was parked. I sat in the driver's seat and gripped the steering wheel.  Two months from now, I will either be very rich, or very dead.

The End

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