Karasuno's 12

Recruitment

"You're out of your goddamn minds!"

After having taken a four-hour road trip to meet with Ukai - which was filled with lots of snack stops and arguing whether or not Daichi knew the way (he didn't) - Suga and Daichi were sitting in front of the grandson of the infamous conman, Ikkei Ukai, at one of his Las Vegas homes eating fish and chips.

Takeda, the man who set up the meeting, was sitting next to Ukai, looking rather nervous about the whole thing.

Daichi had gotten in contact with the man before boarding his plane to California, asking if there was any way he could meet with Ukai to talk about a few things. It wasn't until Daichi mentioned Ikkei and his profession that Takeda agreed to have them meet.

Ukai sat in front of them with his arms crossed, a stern look on his face as a cigarette hung from his lips. He was wearing a bright orange bathrobe and his long, black hair was pushed back in a headband which basically screamed that he was now some retired older man with lots of cash to blow.

"Are you listening to me?" Ukai asked, looking between the both of them.

Suga and Daichi glanced at each other through their sunglasses, turning their heads just slightly. Daichi sighed, unbuttoning his grey suit's jacket as he leaned back in his chair a bit. Suga wiped his hand on a napkin, still chewing the remaining fries in his mouth, thinking.

Ukai continued, "The both of you are nuts." He pointed his fork at the two, which made Takeda all the more nervous.

A small smile twitched at the ends of Daichi's lips. Suga rolled his eyes.

"I know more about casino security than any man alive!" He said before pointing at Takeda, "He invented it!"

Takeda chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his head.

"And it cannot be beaten." He set down his fork and lit the cigarette, taking a drag before continuing, "They've got cameras, they've got locks, they've got timers, they've got vaults!" He eyed the two younger men in front of him with slight interest and admiration, but he still looked rather stern.

"They've got enough armed personnel to occupy all of Paris!" He threw his hands up.

Takeda narrowed his eyes just slightly at Ukai and Daichi could've guessed that he also squeezed or pinched Ukai in some way under the table because Ukai suddenly jumped and glared a bit at Takeda with the tips of his ears burning red. That and Suga did that whenever Daichi got carried away with making bets at the gambling table.

He glanced over at Suga to see that other grinning back at him, thinking the same exact thing.

"Okay, bad example," Ukai muttered, shaking his head. Takeda smiled softly.

Daichi slowly turned back to Ukai, "It's never been tried."

Ukai laughed, "Oh no," he shook his head, "it's been tried. A few guys even came close." He took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it between his index and middle finger. "You know the three most successful robberies in the history of Vegas?"

Suga and Daichi looked at each other before looking back at Ukai. The other scoffed, rolling his eyes slightly as he continued on,

"Number Three: The Bronze Medal. A pencil-neck grabs a lockbox at the Horseshoe." He gave them a sly grin, "He got two steps closer to the exit than any living soul before him."

Daichi opened his mouth to say something, but Ukai carried on,

"The second most successful robbery, the Flamingo in 71," he shook his head and chuckled, "this guy actually tasted fresh air before they grabbed him!" He paused and shrugged, "Of course, he was breathing out of a hose for the next three weeks." He put the cigarette to his lips and took a hit, muttering, "Goddamn hippie..."