I'll never forget when I was living in SF, working at a low-rent auto repair place near the Cow Palace. I was in the office about to pick up my next job, when this chick walks in to pick up her car. She was about 6'2", must have weighed 220lbs, curves for days, great looking, with a mane of gorgeous black hair all the way down to her butt and wearing the biggest little mini-skirt I ever saw in my life. She was a brick house for real, but an absolute giant of a woman. I'm sitting there trying hard not to hurt myself, and my boss Ron, who was nice little LA surfer dude about 5'6," collected her money and gave her the keys. The size difference was comical. The angle of his head, looking up at her, was killing me. She turned around and walked out and he looked at me and began to laugh his ass off. I realized my mouth was hanging open. "What's a matter? You never seen a Samoan before?" I had only been on the west coast for a few months and I had seen a Samoan or two, but they were all big huge dudes. This was . . . something else. Monster-fox. I'll *never* forget it.
Thing about the fake currency game is confidence. You make it to use it. Even the U.S. Treasury estimates that at any given time at least 1 in every 8000 to 10000 bills in circulation is fake.
Doesn't matter how big or strong ya are there big guy, one shot to the head or in the right place puts tough guys like you down faster than anything. Besides big men fall just as easy as little ones if ya put a sword through their heart.
Bunch of thugs against two well trained gov agents who have actual hand tp hand combat experience...yeah I would go with the well trained ones over them.
