Mickey and Mary sat in the truck, watching the digital clock on the dash tick slowly by. The two watched the warehouse entrance intently, but the sight had been the same for the past three and a half hours: not one sign of life anywhere.
“Fun part of the job." Mickey yawned.
“Always." Mary nodded. “It's never usually this quiet, though. I think they might know someone's on to them, but I've never known these gents to be the smartest."
“That could err in our favor." Mickey remarked.
“Well, might as well make the most of our time while we wait." Mary turned toward Mickey. “Teach me some Irish."
Mickey raised his eyebrows in surprise. “You wanna learn my language?"
“Sure!" Mary shrugs. “Why not?"
“Well, if I teach you my language, I can't very well talk about ya behind your back, can
