Finally. Snart was back in Central for good, his New York kid in tow. Not that it mattered to Mick one way or the other. Sure, every time Len came back from New York it was with that smug little smirk of his that spoke of getting well-laid and stealing a few fat wallets, but it was a pain in the ass when he kept jumping town. They couldn't plan anything beyond a few minor scores and hitting ATMs and the racetrack was getting downright dull.

Mick needed something bigger. Something with fire and violence and he needed Snart to keep his ass in town to plan it.

They're holed up in the safehouse over on Racine for now - the bigger and more comfortable of the places they had. Decent furniture, close to the good takeout places (both Chinese and beer, for the record) and more importantly it had cable. While Snart was out timing responses and watching their upcoming target, Mick was going to take advantage of the quiet with a mountain of takeout, a few beers and the game on tv.

Handsome? He grunts in reply, kicking the door shut with a bang. "You're observant." And he tromps to the kitchen to fish out a fork and the opener for the beer. It's not the first or last time people have startled at the sight of him so for the most part he can ignore his freakout.

"And you must be the kid Lenny's gone all stupid over."