Wheels knew it was a longshot going for 250k each, but it was better to try and fail than accept your lot in life. 270K plus a 50k bonus was still damn good money, even when split a few ways.
Doing the sums, he figured he could live for most of the year on this haul alone, even whilst living very comfortably.
Listening to the Johnson describing the details of a local government officer as the target chilled him. A strike on the 'feds was more than likely to mean trouble. Trouble of the long lasting kind.
The payment was generous though, probably worth the risks. Its not like he had much else on either...
Wheels nodded his assent to the proposition, scribbling down the addresses on the touchpad of his commlink's to-do list for safe keeping.
What's the hard-deadline on this job? You said a day or two, do you have anything more specific than that?
Wheels' mind went into overdrive. He knew he could get the team and the target in and out, but shit, the numbers of guards and an armoured motorcade made him think again about taking this job on.
With such a small team, there was no way a head-on strike could work. They would have to be pretty clever about this one.