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Dean shook his head before replying.

"Nothing yet man. I got a look at everyone in this place the last few minutes. The drunk in the corner grabbed the blonde waitresses ass four times already. The bouncer has been watching him since we walked in. There's a husband stepping out on his wife at the end of the bar. The girl he's with doesn't know that he's married. Then there's the red head dancing on the pool table. She gets smacked around by her boyfriend no doubt on a regular basis. See how she's favoring her left leg? Haven't quite worked out how she got the injury yet. Probably her boy-toy back home but not sure."

Dean said in a hushed tone. His ability to read people has always been a valued talent of his. Seemingly being able to know more about people than they'd like you to know. Dean was always a believer in the concept that you can learn far more about someone by simply paying attention instead of asking them a damn thing. Dean spun around on the bar stool and faced away from the bar but leaned his back on the bar.

"Haven't spotted our girls yet but they'll be here... You know what I've been thinking? If we screw up you know we're both dead right?"

Dean chuckled and shook his head before finishing his beer and ordering another.

"The theif's one thing but the hitter?... She's not gunna come along quietly if you know what I mean."