The four men smiled as they planned the heist.
They sat at an ancient, round darkwood table and spoke in a calm but quiet manner. With the chatter from everyone else in the bar, there was no risk of their illicit plans being overheard.
The oldest man, the man who sat facing away from the crowd so no one could read his lips spoke first. His voice was raspy but calm. Despite the circumstances, he still projected a paternal aura, and made his compatriots feel both safe and respected.
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“You all know why I’ve called you hear.