F3 A Crew

     When you do a job, you need people. Small jobs can go for one or two people, but the bigger the pay off, the more people needed. I thought I was done running cons. I thought I could get by in life without them.
Before, Eva and I would do a small con to get what we needed for our clients, conning the cons or the guilty. That made it all right, somehow. Now, we had a bigger job. Eva and I had put out word in the usual way, and screened them. We got a lot of the small time grifters, good at picking pockets or quick set ups. But we weren't running small. The big jobs were theater, more performance than punch. We'd be days if not weeks in the set up, and days in the execution, all without tipping off the cops or the mark.
      "What's the job?" one guy asked.
      We looked over the crew of twenty. I let Eva field the question.
      "We're going to get the mayor out of office."