Spike seemed to enjoy her laughter and it made his smile complete itself, he stood up though and wiped his face as if to rub something off, leaving a more serious look behind. He blinked a few times and nodded at her suggestion and looked up as he processed the idea formulating a plan. "Maybe that's a good idea." He looked around them and through the windows on the van to get a good view of the house.
"It looks like we could hop over that tiny fence and just sneak up the side, just stay out of the light. If we keep our low, they shouldn't be able to see us." He looked at her just before going into stealth mode. He crouched down and walked along the edge of the property up to the fence. It was only about waist height, more for looks than keeping people out. Bracing against the fence he slowly stepped over it as he crept closer. At this angle, he was able to keep out of sight and approach the house. Without anything really hindering them, it wasn't hard for the two to make it up close to the side of the house where the two were arguing. It was a lot clearer now, though they seemed to stopped yelling, but the side window was open and it made it easy to hear their conversation.
The first thug spoke with a confident and proud tone, "Did you see what I did to that Mercurio guy? I beat the crap out of him. After you blind sided him with the bat, I just wailed on him. I was hitting him so hard he dented my ring."
The second thug sounded more paranoid, but sensible, "Why the hell do you wear that ring anyways? Rings are for girls and you ain't won no super bowl. Anyways, I don't know if this was such a good idea. We would have had the money and could have continued business in the future, or, at least killed the guy."
"Whatever, no one takes that much of a beating and walks away. I'm sure he's toast." The other thug replied.
"Maybe, but a bullet through the head would have made me feel better. We don't know that guys connections, what if he was mafia? Did you hear his accent? He wasn't from around here. I worry that this isn't over yet." The paranoid thug responded.
"Whatever, we got the money and the bomb. We can sell it later and make twice the cash." Said the first thug.
"Why did we even bother to make it real if we were just going to double cross the guy?" Said the second thug.
"You worry too much. Can we get back to playing? I think you are just avoiding the table, ante up and stop stalling." The first thug finished off the conversation and they quited down continuing whatever they were doing before. Other than their occasional banter, the only other sounds from in the house was a television, playing some kind of fighting game based on the exclamations, grunts and violent sound effects. Spike looked like he was trying to formulate a plan.
The pair were crouched low under the open window at the front side of the house. The small front porch and entrance was only a few feet away that would likely enter into the living room where the television and game was. The window they were under was likely some kind of dining room or something with a table where they could play cards. The light for the front door was on, but there was no light coming from the back.