The long back alley behind the bank is on a slow incline....so when it is time for the heist, a truck rolls down the alley in neutral, drifting....the engine cut off....It is an old military truck, with a canvas top, a nondescript shade of green, and, of course, plateless. License plate regulations are one thing that Rhy'Din does not seem terribly capable of keeping up with.
Another job has granted him access to an enormous warehouse for the next two weeks, and a truck for him and whoever else is involved to move a periodic accumulation of shipments in and out. So long as what?s in the bank is out of the warehouse by Saturday morning....there shouldn't be any problems. Typical arrangements for a contract smuggler.
The brakes have been checked, and make no noise as he stops the vehicle out back of the bank building. He hopes these guys are strong, because he'll need them to give the truck a good push to get it rolling again....That way, he won't have to start the engine until he's well away from the bank. The collar of his long dust jacket is raised, and the deep blue eyes....search. This is not the kind of job one wants to get caught doing, and typically not the kind of job that Alain does. But as far as he's concerned, he's not stealing. He's just transporting cargo that some people want no one else to know about.