Dark Pool Trading

I have a hard time believing epic caper movies where all this

federal man power goes into investigating and apprehending these sleazy, sad-story robbers who

got away with millions

after being torn down by life one limb at a time,

when some equally sleazy, though not as suave or charismatic, though possibly asthmatic tick in a button-up three piece of some gawdawfully expensive material suit

presses a few buttons around and billions disappear into trillions disappear into a dark chasm in the middle of the universe

that was last seen by that creepy guy named Richard who spends an inordinate amount of time

rubbing his genitals over money he collects and smells oddly of copper and artificial wood pine