Suddenly, a guard turned. Mobo didn't hesitate. He slammed the heavy steel door open, hearing that satisfying crunch as it flattened the unsuspecting officer against the wall. A diamond the size of a grapefruit.
The objective was simple, or as simple as anything gets in a town where the guards have heads like plastic bowling pins. Bonanza Bros.
The air in Badville was thick with the scent of diesel and bad decisions. Mobo, the shorter, stout brother in the blue jumpsuit, adjusted his sunglasses as he stared at the looming silhouette of the Casino. Beside him, Robo—the lean, red-clad elder brother—checked his stun gun. Suddenly, a guard turned