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Colin arrives to meet up with Dizzy wearing, he's wearing the same clothes he wore with Monica, and he sits on the hood of his car awaiting Dizzy with a slowly growing pile of cigarette butts at his feet and a still lit cigarette perched between his lips.
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The roar of the Ducati pulling round the corner and acclerating to meet with Colin is music to Dizzy. Even when he finally comes to a halt just in front of the pile of cigarette butts, he lets the engine run idle for a few seconds before switching it off. Removing his helmet, and Dizzy gives Colin one of his trademark smiles.
"S'up Cole, got my phone yet?" he jokes.
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"Yeah yeah yeah, I'll get ya one." Colin says laughing lightly, smoke cascading from his lips.
"So what'dya think, how we gonna pull this?" He asks, already contemplating some ideas but unsure of how best to pull off a running mark like this. Colin specialised in the muscle-work and guns, not the driving.
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Dizzy shrugs.
"Ya know what type of transport they'll be using, 'cos, ya know, that kinda info would be handy."
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"No clue, I'm assumin' it'll be some kind of moving truck, I doubt they'd use an armored vehicle for a simple transport like this, but its possible. We're shooting blind on this one." Colin says with a grunt, not liking the idea much.
"I'm not likin' this all that much, alot of variables we're gon' have to deal with..."
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"Nigel shit out on the plans I guess, Monica's pulling it off now. They're meeting up with us once they've got plans in hand." Colin says, taking a draw from his cigarette.
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Colin cocks an eyebrow, maybe Dizzy hadn't been paying attention when they were at Gypsy's? "The blueprints for the museum..." He says with a smile, hoping Dizzy didn't have short term memory loss or something.
"Though with us hittin' the truck, that might be a little pointless."
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"Oh, right, those plans," Dizzy replied, trying to force his mind back to Sally's. However, as a question formed in his mind, Colin beat him to the punch. "Well, duh. What the hell are we doing then? Truck or museum?"
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