"Morg, hold up, you see that over there?" Hurry stops Morg with his arm looking towards something or someone.
"No, Hurry, what's the matter?" Morg looks around bewildered, his hobo eyes scanning wide.
"Morg, that's-"
"-our ticket in." Hurry points. Then he groans and slaps Morg a couple times with the back of his hand, pointing again.
"What, a guy in a fishbowl helmet?" Morg looks just as bewildered, but now his lips open incredulously.
"How's that supposed to work?"
"Come on, Morg, open your eyes to the possibilities-"
"-The possibilities of money." Hurry grabs Morg by the shoulder, bringing him close and whispering,
"We could get more money with the help of these people, what's the saying? Ah yes, two heads are better than one."
Morg finally begins to see the possibilities, but he still has one final, burning question.
"How do we know to trust these people?"
"Well, we can-"
"-Trust they won't call the cops." Hurry chuckled. Spinning his friend around in time to see a blond messing with a datapad-looking thing in the alley.
"Looks like the techy showed up."
"She might be calling the law." Morg hissed as Hurry pointed to the bum leg and the mask. A nod as Hurry rubbed his hands together.
"No more-"
"-Wait, what- law?!" Hurry asked as he turned towards Morg and slapped him on the upper arm.
"When's the last time you ever saw a real cop around these parts, Morg? Ya dumbass."
"Hey, you never know." Morg shrugged.
"Been hearing lots of stuff about this weirdo in spandex, running around stopping crime and all."
"Morg, that's the dumbest thing I have ever heard. What? Does he just go around-"
"-pissing in corpsec's caf like that dumbass Ithorian around the block, the one doing the distraction?"
"Nah, Hurry, I mean classy like. Utility belts — wait, what distraction?"
BOOM
"See? Smells like it, don't it?"
"Smells like what? I don't smell anything."
He said this turning to Morg and pointing.
"What the devil is...?"
"-Hurry? Hey Hurry?" Morg nudges Hurry, surprised to be nearly knocking the man over.
"I'm watching her." He points but then sighs and moves his arm.
"That little blonde minx, with pink highlights, look at 'er slippin' through the crowd like it ain't there."
Morg stops squinting and shakes his head.
"Now you're just seeing things, the real action is..."
"-that guy with the glow stick wacking those guys off the roof!"
"I don't like the look of him. Feel like I've seen'em before. Come on, let's go around back, get a better angle." They start walking over towards the brand new opening in the bank, trying to go unnoticed with possibly some casual whistling and looking around.
"Alright Morg, go-"
The sound of gunshots echoed through the streets accompanied by a loud bang from the point where the two 'temporarily unoccupied' men had observed the heist.
"Down!"
"Go down?" Morg questioned his friend before he was pulled down onto the ground by his friend who pointed the men in black entering the scene.
"Darkwire!" A nasally voice, pale-skinned man called out from behind his vehicle and into the bank.
"We can do this the easy way, or our way. We are not afraid to-"
"-tear this whole building down to get what we want!" The men in black coats were waving blasters as they strode into the building.
"Come on, Hurry! We're missing the fun!" Morg exclaimed, grabbing his partner in crime and tugging him roughly in the direction of the bank.
Hurry was nearly pulled off his feet as he scrambled to catch up.
"Morg, waaait! We haven't..."
"What, put on deodorant? I'm going in."Morg shouted back his partner and continued on.
Lifting an arm to sniff anyway, his eyes crossed and he tripped over something in his path.
"What was that-"
"-sound?" Hurry asked, but Morg was too far ahead to hear so Hurry ran to catch up.
By the time he succeeded, Morg was already entering the bank; unmasked, and unarmed.
"Hey, who're these guys?!" The Darkwire man at the door snarled behind his mask.
Pausing with a shocked look on his face, Morg realized his error.
"Oh, us? We're-"
"-The employees! We are the employees." They don't look anything like employees, but they could just wave it off a bad day.
Hurry opened his mouth but decided to close it. Wise. The darkwire man raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
"...Yes, yes! I know this looks terribly suspicious,"—that's an understatement—
"but we swear it's true! We, just, uhhh..." Hurry looks at Morg.
"We just had a bad-"
"...trip to the cleaners. They forgot to clean our suits." Hurry tried to bluff.
The Darkwire Operative narrowed his eyes and looked like he was about to order them to the floor when Morg stepped into the conversation:
"Yeah, you see, what happened was..."
"They got bleach all over them. They hadn't forgotten to clean them but ruined them. Let us in so we can order new uniforms."
Morg held out his hands in a pleading manner and looked up at the guard.
"Please-"
"-We're -" Morg began, but was cut short by Hurry who chimed in confidently:
"We know how to open the Vault!" His partner in crime exclaimed. It was either a flash of brilliance or madness.
The Darkwire Agent looked at them, eyes sparkling equal parts greed and suspicion:
"Are you-"
