Free Die Tryin' by Stavro Yianni Page B

and the number was fake, and the dream was dead, it hadn’t even got started and they all looked like mugs, especially him, and this twat Marco was hiding somewhere laughing at them, and thinking what a bunch of—
    ‘Yeah?’
came a voice on the other end of the line, chopping those negative thoughts down like a scythe through a field of wheat.
    ‘Marco?’
    ‘Yeah.’
    Nick felt relief wash over him. ‘I thought you weren’t gonna pick up!’
    ‘Oh, Nick with the XR2.’
    ‘Yeah, it’s me.
About that thing…’
    ‘You sorted it all out?’
    ‘Totally. All of us from the other night are in.’
    ‘Including your man who was a bit flaky?’
    ‘You mean Charlie.’
    ‘Yeah, Charlie…’
    ‘Including Charlie. And I got us an extra man as well.’
    ‘Cool. Has he got a motor?’
    ‘Taki? Yeah, he drives a Mini.’
    ‘Good. We’ll need him to create a diversion for us. Anyway, I don’t like to talk too much on the phone about this kind of stuff.’
    ‘Nah, me neither.’
    ‘So, get your boys ready, ’
cos we’re doing this tomorrow.’
    ‘Tomorrow?’ Nick exclaimed.
    ‘Yeah. Problem?’
    ‘It’s a bit short…’
    ‘Like I said, I wanna get this done and dusted. It’s a Wednesday tomorrow. I’m guessing generally a pretty quiet day for visiting the dead.’
    ‘Won’t we need time to prepare?’
    ‘We can do that when we meet up tomorrow. Get your boys together in two cars and I’ll meet you at midday. We’ll sort out the plan then.’
    Nick shrugged to himself. ‘Okay,’ he said, hoping Marco knew what he was doing.
    ‘You got a torch?’
    ‘Torch?’
    ‘Yeah, you know one of those things that shines light.’
    ‘Yeah, I can get one.’
    ‘Good. The bigger and brighter the better, ’cos that mausoleum’s got no windows, so it’s gonna be dark as fuck inside.’
    ‘I get you.’
    ‘And a bag. Quite a big one. One of those holdalls would be perfect.’
    ‘No problem.’ Then Nick remembered something. ‘Hey, how about clothes?’
    ‘Yeah, you’ll need clothes, it might be a bit cold.’
    ‘Ha ha. I meant masks and shit.’
    Marco chuckled.
‘We’re tomb raiding, mate, not sticking up Nat West.’
    ‘Heh. Good point.’
    ‘Nah. Just come in plain clothes, the more inconspicuous the better. Just bring yourselves, two cars, and we’re cool. I’ll call you at midday to meet up and go over the plan. Don’t worry, it’ll be a piece of cake, mate. In, out, creamed.’
    ‘I hope you’re right.’
    ‘I know it,’
Marco replied.
‘See you tomorrow.’
    He then hung up. Nick pushed ‘end call.’ He looked away, catching his reflection in the mirror on his wall; he stared at it, bemused. Marco’s confidence was quite something. It was almost as if he did this sort of shit for a living. Nick didn’t feel nervous or anything himself, but that didn’t hide the fact that he wasn’t a hundred percent sure what to expect tomorrow when they broke into that mausoleum. But the thought of all those jewels dulled any negative feelings he might have, and it was most probably the same for Marco. Even more so, it seemed to Nick. The promise of all that bling, all that money, that was all that mattered.
But, was it as simple as that? Just turn up, do the job, then walk away rich? Is that all it took?
While everyone else was busting their arses all day and night for pennies, they were just gonna roll up, loot a tomb, then everything would be sweet and their lives would change forever? Maybe it
was
as simple as that. Maybe the world was blind. Society had been blinded by the working day, believing it was the only way to get what you wanted. Maybe there were opportunities lying on everyone’s doorstep and all they had to do was bend down and pick them up, but they were just too blind, dumb, or ignorant to see them. Blinded by the system. Dumbed down by what they believed to be right. Educated to be ignorant to the real world. Nick didn’t care about the rights and wrongs of what they