Wait no longer! I don't really know what to say, so I'll let chapter three speak for me. I've taken the advice of some people and slightly altered the dialog between the characters; most of you probably won't notice the difference, but I'm happy with it.

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Steve was clearly more excited than he had been in years. He repeated himself when his friend didn’t respond soon enough. “So, Frank, are you in?”

Frank laughed. “Stevie, I’m there like shareware.”

Steve frowned for a moment. He then spoke in an almost hushed tone. “Frank, you do realize that this won’t be easy, right? If we pull this off, it’ll be the biggest job we’ve ever done.”

Frank didn’t need to be convinced. “I know that, bro. I guess the idea of bein’ as rich as my man Fitty Cent excites me.”

Steve chuckled as he grabbed what would be his third Vault. “Alright then,” he said excitedly, “let’s discuss the plan then, shall we?”

Frank watched in both awe and disgust as Steve drank the entire can of Vault in a mere two swigs. “Ai’ght,” he replied, “what’s the plan, Stevie?”

Steve frowned again. “Alright. So, as I said before, we’ve only got one good opportunity to get the goods.” He paused as he grabbed another Vault. “That opportunity will present itself in exactly one week when the operating system comes off the assembly line and the first trucks are stocked. Once the trucks are loaded, we’ve got approximately one hour to get the OS before the trucks drive off to start supplying the stores.”

Frank looked confused. “Stevie,” he interrupted, “the paper said that the OS drops next month. Why would they ship early?”

Steve looked happy. “Frank, that’s the smartest thing you’ve ever said.” Frank looked angry, but Steve continued before his friend could protest. “They’re going to stock the shelves early to make sure that the demand for their operating system is met. They want every single person to upgrade within the first month, and if they hope to achieve that, there has to be a good supply.” Steve paused and observed that Frank clearly didn’t understand a word he was saying. He decided to rephrase. “In other words, they want to sell more.”

Frank’s look of confusion changed to one of understanding. “Ah, you shoulda said that in the first place, man!”

Steve sighed in exasperation. He wasn’t exactly sure why he was friends with Frank; they had almost nothing in common, they were from different backgrounds, and they certainly weren’t of equal intelligence. Whatever the reason, Steve knew he’d need help with the job at hand.

Before Steve could ponder anything further, Frank did something he didn’t commonly do: he injected logic into the conversation. “Stevie, don’t we need some ‘supplies’ if we’re gonn’ pull this off?”

Steve looked up at his friend slowly, still deep in thought. He stared at Frank for a moment before responding. “How many supplies can it possibly take to steal a load of software from a few trucks,” he asked impatiently.

Frank laughed. “Stevie, we both got our areas of expertise. Trust me, man.”

Steve sighed. He didn’t know whether or not he could convince Frank that the job would be relatively straightforward, but he did know there’d be no winning an argument with Frank. “Alright, Frankie, we’ll do it your way.”

Frank frowned. “Don’t call me Frankie.”

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Chapter 4 is in the proof-reading stage.