Lester parked his car outside the Crucible Theatre. The three of them got out slowly and walked towards the building. Lester had a key that gave him access inside.

"How the hell did you get that key?" asked Rex.

"I'm friends with the janitor. We usually come here right before the world championships, sit at the top, watch the empty arena, drink tea, and talk."

Rex couldn't believe it. "Seriously? What is wrong with you?"

"Shush, you two. Keep your voices down," Angus whispered loudly.

After almost getting lost, they found Cornelius's office. It was guarded by one guard who wasn't George Steele. Rex gave a sigh of relief. "Thank God it's only one fatass. We can take him."

Lester grabbed him by the arm. "Are you crazy? We only came here to see. We're going out," he said, immediately dragging both of them outside.

Rex lit a cigarette in the back and spoke, "This should be easy."

Lester shook his head. "This was a terrible idea. I can't believe we did this."

Rex leaned in. "Listen, Lester, this is easy money."

"No, Rex, you're doing the extreme. Why commit a crime you know will backfire? There are still plenty of jobs you can get—being a cleaner, a garbage man, a janitor."

Rex was livid. "Are you fucking with me!?"

"Rex, I think it's time you swallowed your pride. I can help you out with a little cash, but sooner or later, you're going to have to find any job you can. Robbing Cornelius will only result in pain for all of us. I'm going, and it's best we stay out of each other's hair for a few days."

Lester left, and both Rex and Angus went home. Angus slept on Rex's couch and snored loudly. Rex couldn't sleep, so he played snooker all night. In the morning, Angus was drinking coffee and asked, "So what are we gonna do now?"

"What do you mean? We're doing it. We're going to take Lester's key, observe the fat guard for a whole week, get to know his schedule, and we're gonna get that safe."

They waited for pitch black, 2 AM. Angus was driving without lights and slowly parked across from Lester's house. Angus inhaled and exhaled deeply.

"Calm down, old man. You're just the getaway driver."

Angus smoked a cigarette. "I think I should go. If anything bad happens, it should be me that gets the blame."

Rex scoffed. "You won't be able to do anything with that limb of yours. Relax, old man. I know Lester's house inside and out. There was a time when I would visit him twice a day for a whole week just because his missus makes the best biscuits, and she's not too hard on the eyes either, ahaha."

Angus felt relieved. He breathed slowly and his heart calmed, but then his eyes widened at what he saw. Rex pulled out ham from his pocket.

"What are you doing, Rex? Are you going to rob Lester or have an early breakfast with him!?"

"Oh, shut it, Goat. The house fosters a vile beast of a dog. I need it not to bark."

Angus wiped the sweat off his forehead and spoke. "Just get on with it. My old heart can't take this much stress."

Rex exited the car and ran to the house. Angus nearly bit his tongue and was saying to himself, "Run slowly, you idiot. Look left and right." Rex reached the front door and began to pick the lock. Five minutes had passed, and he was still at it. Angus sat in the car, covered in sweat, frantically looking at all sides, hoping no one saw Rex. Angus began to bite his nails and even accidentally bit his fingers on numerous occasions. Rex was struggling with lockpicking the door. Sweat dripped down to the ground, and his heart was racing. Nothing he did worked. He tried the doorknob in desperation and then realized it—the door wasn't locked in the first place.

He entered Lester's house and heard him and his wife. They were still awake. Right next to the door was a mirror, shoes, and clothes hanging. Rex knew that Lester kept the majority of his keys under the drawer. He opened it, lifted the phonebook, and under it were a lot of keys. Rex looked at each one carefully, scanning his eyes.

"Dammit, where is it? All these keys are too damn big." He wiped his sweat, his heart racing so much. Rex knew if the key wasn't in this drawer, then it was in the drawer of Lester's room. Rex took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, when he felt a sharp pain in his rear end. He turned over and saw the Chihuahua biting him several times. Then it let go, backed away, and started barking. Rex panicked. He looked all over his pockets, trying to find the ham while the barking got louder. Finally, he found it but couldn't open the pack. Footsteps started to be heard. Rex tore the pack and threw it near the dog, but the Chihuahua ran away.

"Stupid dog," Rex muttered. He looked to his right and saw no one, nor did he hear anything. He grabbed the ham and tried to lure the dog back. "Come on, come to Mister Rex. I just want to strangle you." The dog began to bark, and Rex threw the ham at it but slightly farther away this time. The dog began to eat it, and next to him, Rex tossed the rest of the ham. He crawled his way to Lester's room and could make out what he and his wife were saying. He heard, "Yes, dear, yes!" It was Lester's voice. Rex peeked and saw them in bed, his wife having her strong legs wrapped around Lester's waist, and she squeezed him.

"I'm gonna tear you like a sausage," she said in a low, seductive voice and began squeezing him harder. Lester laid back, enjoying it.

"The rumors were indeed true. Lester is as slow in bed as he is at the table," Rex said quietly to himself, struggling not to laugh. Rex continued to crawl just out of sight, but he knew when he reached the drawer, he would be in the open. So he waited for them to start making out.

They started, and Rex quickly but slowly went to the drawer, opened it, and immediately saw the key. He grabbed it and crawled out of there unnoticed.

'Lester was so useless in bed his wife had to do everything!' Rex thought to himself and smiled widely. He exited the house and went to the car.

"They don't call me Rex 'Rocket' Ryan just because I'm fast at the table."

Angus began to start the car, but it refused to start up. Rex's heart sank. "Dammit, Angus, you had one job!"

"It's not my fault, man," Angus then started repeatedly stomping on the car until it finally started. They drove back to the house. Rex was excited.

"That's the adrenaline. Oh man, I should've been sneaking into peoples houses way earlier." Then a police siren was heard, and the lights flickered aggressively. Rex bit his cheeks, and Angus struggled not to cry.

"We're fucked," Angus said.

The Rocket grabbed his shoulder. "Calm yourself. We can't possibly be busted. It's probably a bullshit inspection thing."

Angus gripped the wheel. A shadow of a tall man was all they could see, but when the man came closer, they saw the officer was young, in his mid-20s, and cleanly shaven. Angus rolled down the window, and the officer spoke.

"Quite late, isn't it, mates?"

Rex didn't dare look in the officer's direction. He always had a terrible relationship with cops since he was a child. Angus spoke, "Y-yeah, well...bored being in the house, so, uh...why not drive a little?" He forced a chuckle.

The officer suspected something. "Why didn't you turn on the lights?" Both of their hearts sank. Angus gulped before forcing a smile.

"Oh, m-my bad. I must've forgotten. Silly me."

"Sir...I need you to blow this for me to see if you've been drinking." Angus slightly licked his lips. Sweat had reached them. He leaned in and blew it. The young officer examined it and didn't look happy. He looked at Angus, piercing the poor old man's soul with an angry glare. The officer leaned in, shined a light at Rex, and then backed away before speaking.

"License and registration, please." Angus gave it to him, and the officer examined it and made a scowl. He looked back at Angus, staring right into his eyes.

"You're all good, lads. Just be careful at night. There are lots of drunkards and thieves."

"Y-yeah, yes, officer. Thank you. Good night," uttered Angus. They drove home without any more fuss.

Upon entering, Angus limped angrily. "Now I'm going to get drunk!" He poured wine into a glass. Rex played snooker while Angus sat and watched him.

"I never knew you had a table at home."

"Yeah, well, I love the pub atmosphere, but I practice my weaknesses here," Rex replied.

Angus drank a whole glass of wine in one go. "Why don't you go to another pub? You know my ex-pub isn't the only one."

"I went to your pub almost every day since I was nine. Not to mention, the other pubs are shit.They lack that classic snooker macho atmosphere." Rex played at an average speed. The game had calmed his nerves. Tomorrow, Angus and Rex would come up with the next step of their plan.