Paul listened to Chase's talk, but it all felt far away to him. "I must say, your getting better at 'business talk.'" Paul smirked. "Well anyway, like I said, they're quite small time. Smaller, not very well known. As far as I know, this is one of their first jobs. As for the business conducted, that's not so important. However, I can tell you that there are but three members. One of them is...not in town at the moment. I'd say they would carry some firepower, probably pistols of sorts, but that won't be a problem."
Paul stole a glance out the window. "All I'm asking for is a little help, with the two of us, the execution of the plan itself will be quite safe and easy." He tossed a black bandanna along with a black unmarked baseball cap to Chase. "I'm assuming you have your own gloves, but that won't be a problem if you don't. You do have a bat or something though, right?" Paul laughed a little to himself. "Sorry, I never told you the plan did I? Well, it was just like I said, give 'em a scare. There's going to be lots of bluffing involved, but as I mentioned earlier, they'll eat it up. They're nothing close to experienced, no connections. It'll be easy."
He fixed Chase with his stare. "As for your end, remember I don't own the world. Just keep that in your head, and I'm sure everything will work out smooth." Chase was his friend, that was true, but Paul had been triggered into his business mode now.
[Oh my God, I am so sorry you guys. I was unexpectedly grounded from the computer, and I couldn't find a way to let you guys know. Please forgive me.]