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Neal opened the door and watched Mozzie struggle through with something almost as big as he was. Definitely confused, he waited until his friend was all the way into the apartment and he'd closed the door before he asked, "Mozz - what's with the basket?"

"Oh this," Mozzie began as though the very large woven container wasn't painfully obviously sitting in the middle of the floor, "this is my idea for how we're going to get into..."

"No," Neal said.

"But, Neal, trust me..."

"No, Mozz. It won't work. We can't get in that way."

Mozzie frowned at him. "You don't even know what I was going to say."

"Of course I do. You think I'm going to hide in that thing and get delivered. Out of the question, Mozz."

Mozzie was quiet for just long enough to be suspicious. "Freddie the Fork did it."

Now Neal knew Mozzie was full of it. "Who is Freddie the Fork?" It wouldn't be the first time Mozzie had created a 'well-known' con man out of thin air.

"Guy back in Detroit who pulled off a whole heist by hiding in a basket."

"You made that up."

A brief pause, then, "Okay, I did," Mozzie admitted. "But that doesn't mean that it's a bad plan."

There was a sudden knock at the door and Neal gave Mozzie an expectant look regarding the giant basket.

The basket suddenly didn't matter anymore, because, "Neal, I have a report from my team of a short, bald man with glasses hauling a giant basket into this address."

"Party pooper," Mozzie snarled toward the door, then sat at the table in a huff.

Neal got up to let Peter in. "I have no idea who that might have been," he said with all of the sarcasm it deserved.