The Train Approaches

Reynolds watches as goody counts the 16-strong crew into the three landrovers. In their army fatigues, they look like a military unit heading into battle. Reynolds has calculated they have just 30 minutes to stop the train, separate the carriages and unload the money before the alarm is raised. He fissures out a Cuban cigar from his tunic, runs it under his nose, inhaling deeply. All four are little celebratory cigar. I mean, we have one after every show, but it does feel a little premature.