He was mad..... real mad.
Klinghoffer paced back and forth in an abandoned bar that he had been using to plan his grand heist, 'The Big Time'. The wall that ran parallel to the bar counter was covered in photos of potential entry and exit points, layouts of the bank, guard shifts, vault locations and potential heist members. In particular there were photo's of current notable figures in the area; a stylish cowboy, a young hooded girl, a young lad with orange hair, a slick looking man with curly hair and a lady clad in red with black hair. His pacing got faster and faster with his movements becoming more rigid and stressed, just by looking at his face you could tell that the musician was highly strung about the heist.
Klinghoffer's mind wandered his thoughts on what he could do to prepare for The Big Time or kill some time before it happens, until it landed upon robbing another bank. The best way to get practice for an actual heist is to do an actual heist he thought as he put his hands together in excitement. Now that he had decided to commit the dirty deed, he needed to find the perfect place to do it that would maximize profit with the least amount of effort, Now where could i find something like that the musician contemplated as his eyes wandered back over to the wall of people. While he perused the faces of notable people in Water 7, his eyes came upon a man with black curly hair, Kenneth Kujo was his name. A local rich kid who manages one of his father's bars, 'The Hole', this pompous ass had kicked him out of his pub for playing music that didn't fit the tone that he was looking for. The place was not that heavily guarded and was always packed full of people, this place seemed like it was a gold mine just waiting to be discovered.
Klinghoffer grabbed his guitar off of a small table and slung it over his back, as he walked to the the door he grabbed a large sack that he had double bagged for if he needed to haul something relatively heavy. He pulled out his key to the dingy hideout and locks the door as he left. He pulled a large ruined mattress over the door to cover his base and made haste to the upmarket bar, the bar itself was around 1.5km or almost a mile away so it was a pleasant walk. The musician arrived out the front of The Hole, he pushes the door open and strides into the bar with a grin on his face.
Klinghoffer paced back and forth in an abandoned bar that he had been using to plan his grand heist, 'The Big Time'. The wall that ran parallel to the bar counter was covered in photos of potential entry and exit points, layouts of the bank, guard shifts, vault locations and potential heist members. In particular there were photo's of current notable figures in the area; a stylish cowboy, a young hooded girl, a young lad with orange hair, a slick looking man with curly hair and a lady clad in red with black hair. His pacing got faster and faster with his movements becoming more rigid and stressed, just by looking at his face you could tell that the musician was highly strung about the heist.
Klinghoffer's mind wandered his thoughts on what he could do to prepare for The Big Time or kill some time before it happens, until it landed upon robbing another bank. The best way to get practice for an actual heist is to do an actual heist he thought as he put his hands together in excitement. Now that he had decided to commit the dirty deed, he needed to find the perfect place to do it that would maximize profit with the least amount of effort, Now where could i find something like that the musician contemplated as his eyes wandered back over to the wall of people. While he perused the faces of notable people in Water 7, his eyes came upon a man with black curly hair, Kenneth Kujo was his name. A local rich kid who manages one of his father's bars, 'The Hole', this pompous ass had kicked him out of his pub for playing music that didn't fit the tone that he was looking for. The place was not that heavily guarded and was always packed full of people, this place seemed like it was a gold mine just waiting to be discovered.
Klinghoffer grabbed his guitar off of a small table and slung it over his back, as he walked to the the door he grabbed a large sack that he had double bagged for if he needed to haul something relatively heavy. He pulled out his key to the dingy hideout and locks the door as he left. He pulled a large ruined mattress over the door to cover his base and made haste to the upmarket bar, the bar itself was around 1.5km or almost a mile away so it was a pleasant walk. The musician arrived out the front of The Hole, he pushes the door open and strides into the bar with a grin on his face.