OOM - Test Thread - Miami- "...So this is Michael?"

[hey35andholding]

Miami isn't everything Clementine imagined it might be. It's a little grittier, a little less tropical, and there are lots of chicks running around in bikinis. Too much competition.

She stretches and yawns as she lies in the bed - the in Sam's words, "borrowed" bed, the one belonging to the as-of-yet-unseen "Mikey". The loft is spartan, but comfortable.

Breakfast is on her mind when the door opens, and she tenses in Sam's grip.

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[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

Michael chuckles slightly, and then shakes his head. "You can catch up to her if you like, man... don't let me hold you up."

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

Sam shrugs." It's okay I'll catch her again soon. Don't worry about it. absence makes the heart grow fonder."

[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

He nods again. "I don't know what our next move is, yet." He gently taps his fingers against the table, and then divulges; "It's looking like I'm going to have a job in a couple days, waiting on the details before I approve it but I'll probably need your help if you're up for it."

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

"Sam, yeah Mikey. I'm always up for it. What is it going to be surely you have an outline for it."

[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

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."

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

He smirks in to his beer. "You got that right brother. So is the wife my job?"

I mean really who better to distract a wife? "We cab;t take c4 on a plane they frown on that."

[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

"Quite true." He laughs, "Not sure what the cover is, still waiting on that part." He offers a slight shrug, "Like I said, though... chances are it'll go to hell like it or not."

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

"When as a job gone as easy as they say? And if it does you are already waiting for it to go to hell in a handbasket so it's all like Meh."

[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

Michael nods again, the beer starting to settle in very nicely. "Yeah, but this one..." He trails off for a moment. "It's a set up, I'm pretty sure. But... probably a tight bit of cash to pull if we make it out."

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

"Who want's to kill the old lady?" That seems like the only reason to him it would be a set up.

[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

He shakes his head again, "I don't know. I don't even know if she's the target - but if I had to pick one I'd say her."

He pauses and adds; "Or I'm the target."

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

Sam takes a drink as he thinks about it. "I see. Well then we better take a whole crew."

[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

Michael considers the thought, it hadn't seemed that big of a threat, really - but a lot of it would depend on the details.

"Doubt it, I'll let you know when I know. Just thought I'd run it past you... in case, you know..."

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

"Yes, I understand. I think even if we all go it would be best to travel separately it would raise all kinds of flags to go as a group."

[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

"Believe me... some people don't know how to travel inconspicuous at all." The tone of his voice makes it rather clear the certain associate he's referring to.

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

Sam then gives him a look. He can dress normally even if it kills him, Don't worry about his Mikey.

"I don't think it will be a big deal."

[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

Michael shrugs and licks his lips. "Yeah, I'm sure, Sam." He's not so much worried about the shirts... entirely. But, it's really beside the point.

"Anyway, nothing's decided right now. I'll let you know if it's looking like a sure bet."

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

Sam, figures in his own way his over forty over loud shirts is a better way a blinding in then the over priced suits Mikey likes.

"Okay, Just let me know you know I'm there for you."

[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

His face slackens slightly and he gives a slight nod. "I know."

He did, too. If anyone was it was Sam - even in light of the recent issue. "I know it wasn't your fault, Sam." He adds, the unspoken question lingering. "You wouldn't do that to me." He shrugs, "Or you would have done it by now."

No sense getting mushy.

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

That is true, he felt like he let him down and will likely be annoying in trying to make that up.

"Yeah, that's true. I would have done with out my finger prints allover it."

[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

He chuckles slightly, nodding. "That's why you're one of the best, Sam."