Weiss sighed, leaning back on the deck of her yacht. Her yacht. Not her fathers, hers. It was nice to finally have something she had earned herself, even if it was at the expense of others. She was 26 now, leader of one of the largest criminal enterprises in all of the world, feared from Los Angeles to Hong Kong, though only by those in the same business. To the rest of the world she was one of Forbes Top 5 CEOs to watch, a generous philanthropist and urban housing developer. In reality, the money she "donated" was drug money that went right back to her syndicate, and the urban housing developments were just safehouses to store her things. Drugs, weapons, vehicles, people, anything and everything she had smuggled. It was a good life, and under her reign, after her fathers sad unfortunate death, the business had grown to new heights. As she sat, bathing in the warm sunlight, she heard one of her bodyguards approaching, a big hulk of a man she only knew by his rank, Lieutenant. "What is it, Lieutenant, I told you not to interrupt my sun bathing time" he nodded, before speaking. "Moles have info, possibly heist, estimated billions in unmarked currency." Lieutenant was a man of few words, something she had always appreciated. She got up, pulling a silk robe, custom made by Marc Jacobs himself, and walked casually down the the command center, a huge central high tech room, a stark contrast to the laid back luxury feel of the rest of the ship. There, her best analysts sat gathering data from her spies all around the globe, compiling huge data profiles on anyone who was anyone, and everyone else too. "What's the scoop" she asked Penny, one of her best. "Our mole in the fashion industry heard from her friend that the Adel family is going to be hosting a gala at their house, for the first time ever they're letting actual outsiders in there, which means that their vault will be the most unguarded its ever been"
Weiss tapped her chin, thinking deeply. The Adel vault, besides having the entire wealth of the family, would probably also have their fashion designs, prototypes of various things, although those would be next to useless, as she could never be linked to any of her jobs, else the public learn the truth. Still, getting in would be difficult, and opening the vault, getting the cash out and making a getaway all without being noticed would be no easy task. She'd need her team. The only problem was, one hated her, one had dropped off her radar 7 years ago,and the last….well the last she tried not to think about, as doing so usually made her simultaneously want to cry and also destroy something. She took a deep breath, hating what she was about to do. "Bring up all recent data on Firestorm, its time I paid an old friend a visit."
Typical she thought to herself, as she pushed aside yet another annoying frond of course she would decide to live all the way out here in the Laotian jungle. Finally she emerged into an open clearing, only to freeze as a gunshot rang out, a bullet whizzing so close past her head that her hair was ruffled. "That's about far enough princess" Weiss hated that nickname and Yang knew it. Yang was standing on the deck of her small jungle hut, rifle raised and pointed directly at her. "I told you really clearly what would happen if you ever showed your face to me again." Yang cocked the bolt of the rifle, loading another bullet into the chamber "Now you go on and leave before the next one ruins that pretty face of yours"
"Yang. Just listen. I need you for a job." Yang did not waver, replying without a pause "I told you we were done, im not helping you after what you did" Weiss took a tentative step forward "I'm talking about potentially billions here" that got her attention, the rifle lowering. "Billions? There's only a few people who you could hit for billions, and none of them are easy targets" Weiss nodded, knowing that it was the challenge, not the money that was interesting her "It's the Adel Vault" Yang hesitated, before setting the rifle down. "Fine, we'll talk, but i'm not sure i'm in yet. Now let me deactivate the mines" Typical.
Once inside, it became clear this was no ordinary middle-of-the-Laotian-jungle-hut. While on the outside it seemed regular enough, inside the walls were solid inch thick steel and according to Yang, also had a layer of steel reinforced concrete between the steel and the outside wall. All around on work tables were wires, chemicals, and other various bomb and explosive making materials. Yang was her number one Demolitionist, the perfect member to have on her team with what she was facing.
"The vaut is only about as large as a shipping container, if a shipping container was made of titanium alloy several inches thick contained inside a larger vault that's about half a mile under a house that's practically another vault. Eye scanners and fingerprinting and passcodes all the way there, and some unknown security on the vault itself. "So what am i supposed to do, nuke the place?"
"No your job is to- wait you have nukes?"
"Close enough" Yang shrugged "I have money time and a grudge. Only took me a few years"
Weiss decided not to think about that "No, your job is to make some kind of contraption that will allow someone to safely and securely transport nitroglycerin so that we can blow the hinges off the vault door, the larger vault, the the smaller one, and also to wire explosives to every escape vehicle besides ours just in case their alarm is tripped, we do not want them giving chase"
Yang looked at Weiss carefully. "If all you needed me for was something as simple as that then you wouldn't have come in person. What are you really after?" weiss sighed had she really been that obvious? "I-well….I lost track of Blake" Yang leaned back, an evil grin spreading across her face "you know princess this is exactly why I hate you. 'Lost track of her' pfft...like she's something you own...you of all people should know that if you can't find her it's because she damn well doesn't want you to, and what kind of friend would I be if I tattled on her."
"Yang, please, I- WE need her if we want this to be done. She's the best person I know at stealth, hacking and infiltration, and if she doesn't help then…."
"Then what?"
"Then we'd fail. She is….." she paused. Pride was her weakness, and even now she couldn't bring herself to admit that…."Go on" Yang said in a sing-song voice. Weiss gulped "She's the most important part of the team" Yang hopped up from her chair "Well, you got me convinced that you've changed enough. I'm in, but you're gonna need to talk to Blake herself if you want her on board." Yang handed Weiss a scrap of paper with a phone number on it. "You might wanna get somewhere with better reception. And soon because the landmines will be active again in...ten seconds" Weiss ran.
Just a little Heist story I wrote in under an hour. even though I have other stories I should work on. and speaking of the other stories, all are essentially abandoned except for the following: Omega Force RWBY, RWBY and the Gods of Olympus, For Remnant, Cyber Rose and, if enough interest, This one, The Adel Job. I know that some readers really enjoyed my My Hero Academia/RWBY crossover story, but I personally as an author, have accepted that there is no fixing that story. perhaps i'll go back to it someday, as Cyber Rose, For Remnant and The Adel Job I have clear endings for. that is all for now and comment below if you like this and want it to continue, or if you don't but have suggestions to make it better. if you absolutely hate it and think should go kill myself, then don't even bother commenting, thanks and have a great life.