It was perfect. Everything had gone to the final plan, and everyone was looking forward to getting what they wanted. Stella, on the other hand, had already got what she wanted. Not only did she have her revenge on Steve, she had also punched him so hard that Handsome Rob was convinced was better than Charlie's. Once the gold was split, they would each have enough to never have to steal again, which would be a big difference to Charlie. He had been stealing his whole life, and now he was offered a chance to stop it. At least a few little bits couldn't hurt still, to make sure he wasn't out of practice in case of another opportunity.

On the train, they all drank champagne together. Lyle wasn't on his laptop for once, and Rob wasn't picking petty arguments with him, for once. Left-ear planned on getting as drunk as possible, until, of course, Charlie reminded him that they still had to drive back.

"Why do I have to drive?" Left-ear had asked Charlie, dowing the rest of his fourth glass of the expensive wine. "You, Stella and Rob managed just fine before."

"Ah, but Stella's riding with me next time." Charlie pointed out with a cheeky smile. His arm had been arouns Stella's waist for at least an hour now, and she was inching closer and closer to him every time she moved.

Rob rolled his eyes. "Can't you two at least wait until the rest of us have gone?" He asked, disgusted with the minute public displays in affection.

"Unless you all want to clear off into another carriage now, no." Charlie stated. "Besides, remember what John said."

"What did he say?" Left-asked.

Rob and Lyle explained at the same time in a sing-song voice that was shockingly like Stella's when combined together. "Find someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, Charlie, and hold on to her forever."

"And he's only been saying it, every day.." Rob continued.

"...for the past year." Lyle finished.

"Yes, well, I'm following John's orders." Charlie replied cockily, giving Stella a quick tug so she fell completely against him, and they both ended up laughing. "Starting now." Thanks to Charlie, she was now almost laying in his lap, held up only a little by his arm.

"Yeah, well," Left-ear carried on, "It still doesn't change the fact that there's five of us and three cars. Lyle can drive."

Charlie wasn't listening anymore, he was looking down at Stella in that typical way in movies where the hero is just about to kiss his girl. Only, considering they had just stolen $27 million worth of gold, he wasn't really a hero.

"Charlie?" Left-ear asked. "Yoo Hoo, Croker!"

"Don't even try, mate." Rob pointed out. "He can't hear a word your saying."

"You mean, we could say anything right now, and he wouldn't hear it?" Lyle said curiously.

"A bomb could go off, and he wouldn't realise it."

"So, we could say something like 'Charlie is a real loser' and he wouldn't even flinch."

To no one's suprise, he didn't move.

"I think you could do better than that." Rob said. "Something more along the lines of: 'Charlie-boy is so love-sick right now that if he doesn't stop it, I'm going to throw both of them off the train."

Charlie looked up. "Now that one I heard, and I would love to see you try."

"So would I for that matter." Stella added.

"Careful, Rob, she might through you off first." Lyle warned.

"Yeah right." He said sarcastically. "She might be able to handle a car, but she can't handle Charlie."

"Oh really?" She asked, trying to sit up, but Charlie wouldn't let her.

"Yeah." Rob said confidently. "He's been a thief his whole life. You've been a thief for about a week. What makes you think you can handle him like you handle your wheels?"

"Maybe I don't need a reason." She said, as confidently as Rob.

"How do you figure that?" Rob asked her.

"Because all I need to do, is this." She pulled Charlie down to her and kissed him, bringing about lots of complaints from the others, and after a little while, they both pulled away.

"You know what," Charlie began breathlessly, "If that's anything to go by I think I want to be handled."

Stella cocked her eyebrow daringly at Rob, who shook his head. "Women." He sighed.

This was going to mark the beginning of a long series of Rob and Stella's bets.