It was a peaceful night for the Hellhounds, in the lounge area of their luxurious floor of the house. The group was very well structured, and all very good friends with each other, which made their work a lot easier than some of the other groups. They just didn't know the type of heist coming for them.

"Oh yeah, she was about the most boring woman I have ever met in my life. Good fuck though," Shade finished his story, his French accent dripping off of his words, about the last one night stand he had, just the night before as he swigged his beer, a cigar in hand.

"Yeah, real nice shit we want to be hearing on a Friday evening," Zain told him, flicking through a new book he bought on astrology. "Do you ever think we actually want to be hearing this crap?"

"Or are you just jealous there's no girl that wants you? But hey, I'm always available," Aryan replied with a wink. He was always joking about that kind of stuff, and it amused Zain the most. Shade? Not so much. Shade 'lightly' smacked the back of his head, which made Aryan groan in pain and rub the back of his head.

Just then, Jade, the Hellhounds' capo, walked in from the elevator. She gave Shade a look that basically said 'put that beer down and finish that cigar now'. He complied easily, not really wanting to piss her off but still gave her an eye roll. She speed walked over to the group, and took note of the three boys sitting together.

"Where are you?" she asked, looking around their floor of the house. It was always you that was the late one, when it was time for the heists. She was honestly used to it by now.

"You're in the shower. I did tell you to hurry up but you've been there for an hour now," Zain said, a slight sigh and eye roll as he flicked through the pages of his book.

Now the others played the waiting game. Waiting for you.