Nickel and Dime

IN DIME’S WORDS
We set out to serve our country and were danged good at it. We retired with our pittance of a check coming in each month. That check wouldn’t even pay for our gas to go fishing. Me and Nickel rented ourselves out like a couple of military town young women of the night, only the servicing was with guns and experience. The nickel and dime jobs put us in a position to walk away with millions, and we did. We went fishing. BUT, we ran into even more money in the Dallas/Fort Worth airport when we signed on to rescue the daughter of a lonely old man, a million dollars were on the line.
I, Andrew Dime, and my partner, Noah Nickel, - the man with all the brains – set out to do a simple rescue, no daughter, no pay. Things got interesting fast. First, she headed out of the country. Second, we had problems. Third, she was the problem. Then, he was the problem. Then they were the problem. Then the Government got in. Then it got exciting, and loud.