Being prepared for everything was the only way to reasonably try and make your way in the Galaxy as far as Tacitus was concerned. Keep yourself armed with a plan, a plucky attitude and a capacity for violence that makes everyone you face shite themselves in fear at the mere thought of you. Between the three of them they had those traits in spades and that was what they were going for. Why hire some goons when every member of your crew was just so good?
Plus they had the firepower to mean that they could afford to be bragging a little bit.
Standing around the table in the apartment they were renting, in cash under false names, Tacitus stacked some more of the ordinance atop the table. He had gone to the trouble of arranging a paper copy of the bank’s floor plan as well. It was laid out across the table so that any of them could approach it and it made for interesting viewing.
In their pursuit of style over substance, the Naboo had designed their bank to be rather solid and squat, as though it were nothing more than a box around the vault itself. Of course in true Naboo fashion that box was gaudy as all hell and domed and such but nothing that they needed to concern themselves with.
“Once we’re inside there’s a group of six security guards, several cameras and some locked doors. The vault itself is also pretty damn tough to break.”
He pinned a printed picture of the manager to one side of the blueprints.
“The Manager is a potential target but even she lacks the authority to enter the vault alone and once we come in hot the silent alarm is gonna be going and the vault will utterly lock down. Unless we suddenly got a lightsaber we’re going to need a way in – thoughts?”
Of course he had some ideas of his own but this stage was a co-operative experience.
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