Kato and I have the place to ourselves for the time being. I get to work preparing dinner. By the time everything is on the table Connor and TJ have showed up. Even Uncle Moe managed to make an appearance.

"Very simple gentlemen," I said as I twirled spaghetti onto the fork. "Connor, you're up first. Enter the Sport's Emporium through the front door alone."

“I’ll need a gun.” This is where Connor and I are different.

“No guns.”

“Whatever you say little brother. You’re the boss.”

After dinner we grab some coffee and light up our cigars. We spent the next hour going over the details and any contingencies we may encounter.

"You sure that you lads know what you're doing?" Uncle Moe making his contribution.

Connor attempts a steely glare at our Uncle, but you can still see the smile sneak onto his face. "Uncle Moe, we're not virgins."

"Aye, laddie. You must be remembering, though, that the best plans fall apart with the first encounter of the enemy."

We all laugh. The old man's right. "In that case Uncle Moe, perhaps you'd come along to give us a hand."

"Wouldn't miss it for the world boys."

I looked at Connor and TJ. Brave boys with big hearts. Putting themselves in danger to right a wrong not leveled at them. I took a deep breath, turned up the wattage on my smile and said,

"Let's saddle up."

Grand slam

Connor knocked.

The sign in the window said 'Closed'. However, the lights were on. Leon Burger turned the knob on the deadbolt; opened the door.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Connor smiled.

Meanwhile, behind the store, Uncle Moe whispered, "He's in."

This was not, strictly speaking, necessary.