The crime boss, so old he was called “Yoda”, body slumped in the chair but eyes sharp and penetrating, wheezed in a breath from the oxygen tank, then pointed out a lieutenant, “You were lucky? Lucky? You relied on luck and not a plan?”
A patronizing grin on the young thug’s face answered. “Yeah - plans get in the way of action.”
Yoda grinned back. “I guess you’re deaf, since I told you to have a plan. Ah well… plans are for the old, I guess. My plan is to have you killed if you failed to follow my orders. Goodbye…”
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