John had packed a dress for Chelsea in a small suitcase, along with some shoes and a small blue ribbon to tie her hair up.
Chelsea got changed in the back of the wagon and called out to her Uncle when she was ready. The dress was beautiful, it was blue and had small daisy's traced all around it, flowing around and going to knee hight. The shoes were white strap ons with a small daisy at the end of each strap.
John climbed into the wagon and smiled, "You look lovely, kid. Here, I'll do your bow."
John pulled out the blue bow that was the exact same shade as Chelsea's dress and tied her hair into a pony.
"Thank you." Chelsea smiled.
"I knew you'd want to be dressed up if we were going to the races." said John, "I already let you down, I couldn't do it again."
"How did you let me down?" Chelsea questioned.
John sighed, "When I found out Solomon's had you, I didn't come to get you. I sat back and let Tommy do the thinking."
"If you would've come to get me you would've been shot." said Chelsea, "Now, please, stop feeling sorry for me. I am alive, that's what matters, alright?"
John nodded and helped Chelsea jump out of the wagon, twirling her around as everyone cheered.
"Shut up." Chelsea blushed, "Now please, can we go to the races? I'm so excited!"
Tommy laughed at the big grin on his daughter's face, "Yes, yes."
Tommy stood up on the front of the wagon, a gun hanging down from his shoulder, Chelsea looked around and noticed all the other men had guns strapped onto the them.
"Gentleman, today we are not fucking about!" said Tommy, "I hope you've all obeyed instructions and brought loaded firearms with you."
All the men shouted yes and held up their guns.
"Very good." said Tommy, "You all know that if you are lifted on a racetrack these days with a loaded weapon, you get twenty years. That's all right, today you won't get lifted. Because today, there will be no coppers around to lift you. At exactly three o'clock, there will be an incident in the owners enclosure, and all the coppers in the track will be diverted, all of them. They'll be looking for someone. You will be free to operate at will."
"Looking for who?" asked Arthur.
"Me." said Tommy, "They will be looking for me. Now, while the coppers are busy with me, you will make your move on Sabini's pitches. You confiscate his takings, you destroy his licenses and you do it at gun point. He usually has police protection so they won't be armed. We should aim to complete the takeover without a shot being fired, understood? And remember, the licenses are more important than the takings."
Tommy hopped down from the van, "Right, before the fun begins, you can all lay ten bob on Nom De Guerre. I hear she's going to win."
Everyone cheered.
"Only beer before hand boys." said Tommy, "There will be plenty of time for rum and whiskey after. And remember, do not make a move until three, when the coppers leave."
Chelsea walked over to Tommy, took his hand and lead him behind the van, "Everything alright, Princess?"
"No." said Chelsea, staring blankly into her father'ss eyes, "You're not telling me something."
"Whats that, then?" said Tommy.
"I'm a smart girl, dad." said Chelsea, "And I know you better than any one of them, you're hiding something. It's today isn't it? You're going to kill that man, he's here isn't he?"
