They were beyond shocked to see George Steele looking at them, but even more surprising was that the corrupt cop didn't bother with them. He turned and continued to drink. And things got even more bizarre.

"Hey, you three stooges, get over here," it was Mickey 'the Mouth' Davies.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Rex put his hands on his hips while Mickey continued.

"Did you rob Cornelius?"

"What's it to you?" Rex said angrily while Angus admitted, "We did."

"Angus!?" Rex couldn't believe it.

Mickey tried to shush them, "Listen, you plonkers, follow me. I have a solution."

"You get the fuck out of here," Rex was having none of it.

"If you have the papers you stole, I can get you out, I swear," Mickey said, while Lester, who was completely dumfounded for the past several minutes, spoke, "At this point, I'm just along for the ride."

Rex contemplated for a moment and finally agreed, but he was wary of Mickey. They entered a cold, empty building where even a whisper turned into a loud echo. Lester spoke, "Why on earth are we in a church?"

"Because no one would ever expect us to be here," Mickey said, annoyed.

Rex crossed his arms, "Alright, Mouth, speak. What the hell do you know? And this better not be a set-up."

Mickey rolled his eyes, "Oh, you plonker. If this was a set-up, you'd all be gone. Nevermind that, though. You three have no idea how pissed Cornelius is, and I was there to witness his wrath."

Mickey began to tell them what happened. Cornelius was sitting in the office fuming. He looked at the guard, "How can you be such a fool?"

"I-I'm sorry. It all went dark, and suddenly they came."

"Shut it. You're fired."

"B-" the guard was yanked away by George Steele. Cornelius moved towards the empty safe. Mickey 'the Mouth' Davies was there with his champion, Julian 'the Sphinx' Jackson. Mickey was always near him, as long as Julian was there, he'd be safe.

"Well, mate, looks like you got quite the bust there," Mickey said jokingly.

Cornelius gave him a dangerous glare, "Listen here, you fat twat, I've had enough of you. You've done nothing for me for years!"

Mickey was taken aback, "Woah, woah, relax. You told me to get the best snooker player that I can, and lo and behold, I got Julian over here. I completed the assignment."

Cornelius scoffed, "And what have you done since? You've munched off him. I know you've been taking extra money. How else would you have gotten so much jewelry, you damn leech? I want you out of my sight!"

"C-Cornelius, buddy, come on, you're stressed out. I'm sure that you'll find the pre-" he didn't get to finish as he was grabbed by Steele and about to be thrown out.

"If I see you and your mouth again, you'll be killed. And I already know who did it... it was Rex and his gang. Who else could it be? After all, these are the same brass knuckles Rex has used in his drunk fights several times before. Lester organized the robbery. He is the only one of the three that has any brains... he's also the most boring one, so I'll just hire a hitman to assassinate him with a bullet to the head. The other two," he chuckled, "I'll have fun with them."

Julian watched it all and mustered up the courage to speak. He said sheepishly, "M-Mickey is a g-good manager. I-I can't-"

"Oh, shut up, kid. You know everything. Just do what you do and not a word of what you heard."

"Y-yes, sir."

"Good boy," he patted his head. "And the same goes for you, Mouth. I own the police, and if you say a word, I'll have you skinned alive. Now get out."

At the present, Mickey told the story. Everyone felt even more anxious.

"What now?" asked Angus.

"I have a plan," Mickey said.

"Well, on with it, Father Hope," Rex tapped his foot impatiently.

"We meet up with a cop, give the papers, and expose that bastard."

Rex shook his head, "Wait, you said he owned the police, so how is that guy trustworthy?"

"I have connections, Rex, and this cop is incorruptible."

Lester's hand shook as he slowly put the cigarette in his mouth and lit it up, "How can you be sure?"

"Because she's a policewoman."

Rex scoffed, "Doesn't mean much."

Mickey smirked, "Well, my friends, my ass is not on the line; it's yours. If you don't want my help, well, goodbye." He began to walk away.

"No, wait! We'll take the deal!" Rex stood up and yelled.

Mickey was enjoying this. They stood outside as Mickey made the phone call.

"I'm so sorry for doing this to you, Lester. I was a dumbass. I bit off more than I could chew."

"It's okay, Rex. No use apologizing now. What's done is done. However, a good thing will come out of it, as Cornelius won't harm anyone. We just have to take our time in this execution."

Rex smiled, "Ah, the same old turtle, I see."

Mickey hung up, "It's all done. We'll meet her at a diner that's a five-minute walk from where we are."

"Wait, wait, wait, Mouth, why can't we meet in an alleyway or something?" Mickey was astonished by Rex's stupidity.

"You dipstick, nothing screams set-up like an alley. We will meet up like real people in that diner."

Rex waved dismissively, "Whatever. Here are the papers. You go meet her."

"M-me?" Mickey gulped.

"Yes, you! You're the genius with the plan."

"Your asses are on the line, not mine! Plus, I have heart problems. I can't be under so much stress."

Rex raised his fist, "You're full of shit!"

Lester stepped in between them, "Everyone calm down. We will accomplish nothing like this. We need to relax. I offer a solution of chance." Lester took out four cigarettes and pulled at three of them, each shorter than the last. "This is basically who gets the shortest cigarette loses."

Rex pondered about it, "What do you think, Angus?"

"I don't know and don't care. Let's just do this. I don't know how I'm still standing."

They all took a cigarette one by one. Lester spoke, "Now... reveal in 1... 2... 3, now."

They opened their hands. Angus had the unscathed cigarette. Lester had the cigarette slightly smaller than his. Mickey and Rex were the only ones that didn't open their hands at the signal."I'm going to get the shortest one. It's basically destiny," said Rex as he opened his hand. The cigarette was so short.

Mickey smirked, knowing he was saved. 'That plonker definitely got fucked. Mine is bigger.' He opened his hands, and the cigarette was the shortest of the four.

"You know, Davies, I actually feel bad for you... if only I didn't hate you so much, ahahaha."

"Oh, shut it, you plonker."