Just enough

"Uh..." you say, counting the notes in your wallet. "Yes, thank fuck, just about."

You hand the notes to the **** dealer, who nods as he takes it. He quickly flicks through the notes, counting them, before nodding again.

"Yeah, you got it all. Get out of here now, would you?" he says.

"Cool, thanks," you say, as Lukas hurries to gather up the **** and quickly head back to the truck. "Come on lads, hurry, let's get out of here before he throttles us."