“I’m not sure, it’s risky.”
“Trust me. J.P.’s alright.”
Max suspiciously looks at J.P. waiting twenty meters away.
“Ok. But if it goes wrong, you’re the one paying.”
Tom signals J.P. to come over.
“J.P. you’re on watch, Tom, diversion. Me, I collect”
Tom and J.P. nod.
“First target in sight. Ready? Go!”
Tom walks towards the target and bump into him, making his bag fall on the ground. Max picks it up and flee running.
Away from prying eyes, Max, Tom and J.P. celebrate their victory.
“Halloween is my favorite day” says Tom, his mouth full of candies.