The Sun was still setting .. and everything was set. He stared at his watch nervously and called out to his already dozing partner in crime.
"Guy! Are you mad?! wake up abeg.. Its almost time"
The other, who obviously was anything but nervous and the better criminal of the duo stood up lazily and stretched like the mark on a fat ladys upper boobs. He voice was craggy and loud as he replied
"Calm down! All this gragra and this nah your first bust.. Wetin be the time serf?"
"6 o clock, do you think they we should go now?"
"You see say you no get sense?! You fit they go na... Only you.. I dey here dey wait for you"

The latter proceeded to lay down again for almost two hours while the former continued to pace around, stylishly trying to hide his nervousness like a girl who just missed her period and is confused who the father is of her five different lovers.

Mr craggy voice eventually rose from his slumber..
"Time don reach!.. Oya.. Go bring buhari" - buhari here signified a thin metal instrument, which although barely shows its face, when it does, has an uncanny ability to cause a lot of commotion and pain with just the right amount of noise.
They both stormed out in all black and got on their most loyal steed, actually, their only steed. A jincheng motorcycle that had served the latter for 25 years now. Starting it was an issue evident from the thick calf muscles on the right leg of Mr craggy voice.. But soon they were off.

Mr nervouss butt muscles tensed as they approached their target. He had their masks in their hands as they zoomed past fleeting images by the road side. He was hungry.. His nervousness had clouded it before but he could feel his stomach growl. He mustered up all the confidence in his small liver.
"let's do this!" he said

They arrived at their target in the cover of night after putting on their masks about half a mile back. It was crowded with people backing them.. As expected. The spot was a "hot" spot at night. Without hesitation Buhari greeted everyone in the hands of Mr craggy voice as he shot into the air. Responding respectfully.. The crowd dissipated in almost an instant. Mr nervous got down and rushed toward the spot immediately, the sight before him confused him..
Craggy voice yelled from the bike impatiently
"Carry this THING!.. I go leave you comot for here o.. Ahan!"
Mr nervous responded sharply..
"Guy.. She just finished selling the last batch.. Na fresh batch of Akara dey fire, wetin make I do?!
"Ode! Epp am fry am na.. See stool for there. Carry all the bread make we comot for HERE JARE!!"

abi akara and Bread be the cause of the heist