Friday, November 29, 2098
Another month was coming to an end, and one more to go before the year ends, too.
"Fucking damn it…"
Greg hated the end of the year. Holiday season or not, he couldn't remember the last time he felt good about it, and that went twice for this year. Two weeks remain until the day of the heist. Though it might sound like they have plenty of time, there was no telling how much it would take to finish the remaining preparations, and that caused stress to build up as the deadline approached.
Ding!
The microwave gave its signal, and the fat Diver snapped out of his thoughts, clearing his OAM before turning around, the wires and cables plugged into the back of his neck dragging behind him.
The inside of his van might have been spacious to most people, but not for someone of his size. The clutter didn't help at all, though he couldn't even begin to care about it. So long as the equipment still worked, he didn't pay any mind to how messy it was.
