Roger said with a smile, "I didn't get your name, friend."
His whole demeanour had suddenly shifted. If the two didn't know better, they would think him the most pleasant fellow. It appears that all along, Shaun had been speaking a foreign language. Roger's was quite the elite kind—Money.
"My name is Nick, 'friend'," responded Shaun.
Knowing that Roger had caught the bait, it was the perfect time to reel him in.
"That 10 million will be yours, but you have to do a few things for us. First, give all the information you have on the robbers."
Roger nodded his head; he didn't know too much, but what he had might be sufficient.
"I need all the information you can give me about the interior of the banks. Blueprints, alloys used on the vault etc.
Then there is the general information such as guards, managers and their patterns. Who has which codes, important tasks that must be adhered to, and any silent alarms."
