Considering the absurd amount of money my family has, getting us a truck to steal is easy and no one knows I'm part Granger, after all, my very existence was kept secret, all the friends I thought I had were Granger house servants, trained for just that, everything I did was inside a mansion, big enough to look like a city.

Telepaths are a problem, good thing they are rare.

I keep walking on the streets of district 10, until I find my target, a group of young men, around their 16 to 20 years, 5 of them sitting on a corner, it seems that this was the spot where they sold their wares, and the bull dog's tattoo on their cheeks.

I approach and, since I have no knowledge or experience of how to act as a thug, I simply introduce myself as a private security worker who has access to plans for a convoy filled with radium 226, a decated form of uranium.

When I approach them and talk about the subject I wanted to present, I am surprised by their reaction.

As much as I have studied oratory and have good skills in cold reading and manipulation, the way in which I managed to make them believe my story was surprising.

15 or 20 minutes of talking and explaining the situation was enough to make them give me their boss's contact information and set up a meeting to plan the robbery.

Everything was going much better than I had imagined. The meeting had been scheduled for that evening, but it was still almost noon, I still had plenty of time to spare since I had already built up the entire plan of action during the trip to district 10.

I head downtown, getting lost several times since, as much as I am a genius at almost everything I try to do, my sense of direction has always been similar to that of a blind and dumb person.

I try to find the most decent place to have lunch, but it seems that all the restaurants here have failed the health surveillance test.

I walk into the nicest one I can find and, to my surprise, my partner is sitting at one of the tables.

I approach her.

"Hello miss, do you always come here?"

(Ruhby): "Is that the best line you can think of with your 267 IQ?"

Unfortunately I never got along with women, after all, all the ones I met were strictly "oriented" not to have any kind of love relationship with me.

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"I got a meeting with their boss. It's going to happen tonight. I have two plans of action in mind. First, we can attack the meeting itself and try to arrest them on the spot, or, I can present my plan to them and we ambush them inside the truck."

(Ruhby): "Well, nothing guarantees that Zeca will actually be at that meeting, maybe he will send one of his goons to negotiate with you, but, if you can convince them to steal the truck, he will definitely be there. It looks like we're going to make a trojan horse."

"Including, how did you know I would come to this restaurant?"

(Ruhby): "I didn't. I got hungry and this is the best restaurant in town."

"Considering your size you getting hungry must be a common thing indeed."

BAM!

One right on the nose. I could have dodged it, but I think she would be more annoyed if I did.

I order a more common and very light dish near the mountain that was in front of her, but I don't make any comment, for fear of ending up swallowing my fork.

After we talk more about how the operation would go I say goodbye and go to make the preparations since, as easy as getting a truck from one of the security companies that transports radioactive materials is, it would still have to leave one of the 5 central districts where these companies are located and come to district 10.

Hours pass, the preparation is done. The meeting, scheduled for 10 p.m. arrives and I go to the appointed place. A giant and, apparently, abandoned company.

When I arrive I am searched by several men, all with military weaponry, something that surprises me since, as much as they have gained notoriety recently, getting this weaponry should not be easy. It shouldn't be.

After a thorough search I am taken to an office inside the factory. In the office is Zeca's right-hand man, a criminal known as Fishy, and next to him, one of the members of the group I met on the street.

(Fishy): "So, I heard from my colleague here that you have access to routes of a cargo that my boss is interested in. Why don't you share it with us?"

"The maps of this city are inaccurate. There are many streets that are not recorded, so I was instructed a few weeks ago to make a mapping for a special radio 266 escort. I know the route they will take, and the point where they will be most vulnerable. I want 30% of the value of the cargo and a way out of the country."

(Fishy): "Smart. Get the money and get out fast, a good plan. How safe will the truck be at this 'most vulnerable' point?"

"It will have to go through one of the unnamed streets, it is between 52 and 56, it is a narrow street and no security, it will be accompanied by only a couple of motorcycles, one in front and one behind. If you can stay, not on the street, but inside the houses, and attack from the sides, they won't have a chance.

(Fishy): "So, it looks like luck is on our side. I live on this street. When is this cargo going to arrive?"

"That's the problem. For security, the company doesn't let its employees leave the premises until the day of the missions. The cargo will be escorted this early morning. It leaves District 4 at 11:30, it will pass this street around 3 a.m."

(Fishy): "Yes my friend, it looks like you are going to be rich, and I am going to be twice as rich HAHAHAHAHA....."

Well, his nickname makes a lot of sense, dumb as a fish, he took the bait so hard it's pitiful.

I keep explaining and making everything clear to him. When I finish we move to the spot and wait.

When I look at my watch, it shows 02:44. It is time.