Michael nods slowly, gesturing for a fresh set of beers. He waits until they're delivered and he's taken his first long drink before answering. "Short con, flying out to Boston for two days, meet a guy - distract a wife, pick up a briefcase full of cash and fly out. Supposedly no guns, no cops, and no catch."

He snorts into his beer with another long pull, "So we'll probably end up having to blow up a building and steal a car."