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So... I hear your looking for a crew? Well, sorry to say, but the rumors were true. Those clowns, you know the ones, got real famous and fucked up a lot of shit? Yeah, they ain't around anymore. Sure, some of them might be running in the same circles as you, but you ain't gonna see them around any time soon. You're a nobody and those guys don't work for nobodies. Even if you found the ones still in the game, you won't get them on for anything less than the big bucks. I'm talking truck loads of gold, not a little saving bank your gran cashes her cheques in. That's not to say you're out of options though. I've made up a few profiles, some real FBI style shit, of folks I think you'll like. They're not exactly what you'd call... Normal. Professional at least, so there's that. They'll get the job done and, so long as you give them their cut, you'll be golden. Screw them over and I might end up having to arrange your funeral but, hey, that's your problem. Not mine.

Anyway, go ahead and open that first file I sent you.

The one marked "batshitcrazy".

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You see that guy? Calls himself "Wolf". Yeah, I know, same name as that other guy. It's not him though. This guy is self proclaimed. Sees the name as a title that needs bearing. After the real Wolf left the game, news about it spread through the underworld. It looks like it got back to this dude cos he appeared a month later calling himself the same thing. It stuck... Kinda. See, because it's not the same guy, people started calling him "Pup" instead on account of his lack of reputation. You know, wolf, pup, obvious connection. It pisses him off to no end, but it seems to have stuck. Anyway, this guy's English. Can't say exactly where he was born, apparently he bounced around homes. Foster kid. No criminal record suggests he's either only just gotten into the game or he's damn fucking good at covering shit up. And trust me when I say it's the latter cos... Well, shit, I've seen the CCTV footage of one of his jobs. The cops might have missed a trick, but I know what to look for. I traced a few of the bank notes by their serial numbers. See, after being deposited in a certain bank, these notes were found floating around the black market. The same one you've been using. Lemme tell ya, it wasn't easy finding who'd had these before now, but I followed it all the way back. As you can guess, I found out he'd been the one to introduce them to it. Turns out, he'd robbed the very bank they were supposed to be nice and safe in. And that's how I know he's perfect for your job. Give the details a quick read. I think you'll be surprised.

{Handle: Wolf/Pup}
{Age: Appox. 30-38}
{Criminal Record: N/A}
{Nationality: White British}
{Blood Type: O}
{Status: In Transit}

He's apparently got a split personality too. A Jekyll and Hyde situation, one part nice and the other is a straight up fucking serial killer. Can't say I saw it in the security footage, but still probably best you avoid crossing that line. I'm sending you two more files on him. You should get an image and a video.

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Just look at that guy. That's a still from the CCTV. I know you can't see his face, but look at the way he holds himself. His got no enforcement training but he's holding himself like he's ex-army, he's got guards tied up, nobody hurt, this guy has some talent! Issue is, this is an early section of the video. Trust me, doing this heist alone, things went to shit. Weird thing is, it wasn't his fault. Seriously, open the video, you'll see what I mean. Skip ahead to the time mark "00:07:20". He's actually wearing an earpiece. The guy has a handler who fucked the mission up!

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"MOTHERFUCKER! You told me there'd be no other patrols in this area!"

"No! NO! Don't act like I fucked up! YOU have eyes on the cameras! NOT ME!"

"NO! I didn't fuck up here! Everything was going according to plan till THE FUCKING SHIFT CHANGE! New guards came in, you said that didn't fucking happen today!"

"No! NO! FUCK YOU! 'Bane', my arsehole! The only fucking Bane you are is the BANE OF MY FUCKING HEIST!"

Yanking out his earpiece, dropping it to the floor and blasting it with a single round from his pistol, he slammed against the wall. This was supposed to be a simple job, no injuries, no firefight, just cash and people pissing themselves. He'd gotten in contact with a handler under the name of 'Bane'. Naive or optimistic, he'd wondered if it was the infamous man he'd heard so much of only under a (slightly) different title. Faking a death wasn't exactly new in the criminal world, so it would be easy to assume he'd done so after giving his old crew a new life. As they discussed business, they'd agreed on a bank in the middle of London. While it would be busy, they'd planned to use the backstreets to escape while the cops were held up in rush hour. Insisting he only needed a driver, Wolf needed only a few hours to suit up. A trench coat with armor underneath, a hockey mask with the lower half sprayed red, couple of pistols, bunch of clips, and a trusty knife was all he needed. He approached the bank, his getaway driver parked out front in an unmarked van, and Bane hacked into the security system to disable the alarm. Mask on, guns out, he fired a couple of shots in the air. When the guards came, he outdrew them, forced them down, tied them up. It was all going well. A few threats to the bank manager about making leather out of his childrens' skin got the vault code. Then it was a matter of running back and forth with the cash, dumping it in the van as he went...

Until a couple of new guards walked in on it all.

He wasn't a stranger to violence. They went down quickly, both a bullet in the head, but it was enough of a distraction for some civilians to escape. He wasn't stupid, he knew they'd be phoning the cops. And after a few minutes of borrowed time, a few more bags being 'acquired' from the bank in said time, the sirens were echoing nearby. He had enough time to snatch another bag. But it wasn't enough to get back to the van. Rushing outside, he could do nothing but dive right back inside as bullets rained down on the pavement. He screamed at the driver to go, to save the loot and he'd just catch up later. To his credit he did, tearing off down the tarmac and taking a few cops with him as he slid into the alley and out of sight. Wolf, however, was stuck inside. And now without any help. Pressing his guns to his brow, he growled in a rage. "Motherfucking cock sucker! It was a fucking timetable, a fucking LIST OF TIMES AND DAYS! How can someone get that fucking wrong!?" He looked to the crowd of people trapped inside with him. As tempting as it was, a meat shield wouldn't work if they flanked him. He looked to his pistols. Glocks, cheap and nasty, but with extended clips incase he met resistance. But grossly under-powered for the fight he had on his hands. "I'm gonna kill him... I'm gonna fucking rip his arse out and force feed him the fucker!" One of the double doors burst open, an officer with his gun raised being the cause, and he reacted violently. Double tap, a bullet from each pistol, in the face. His hostages screamed. He didn't feel a thing. Wood splintered at the doors began to be ripped apart by gunfire. High shots, tearing through the doors and into the back wall, purposely avoiding the hostages. Wolf ducked, releasing a flurry of graphic curses as he did.

"DO ALL OF YOU FUCKING CUNTS BANK HERE OR WAS THERE A DONUT SHOP NEARBY!?" Leaning out, taking a few point shots, he felt a shudder of satisfaction has he saw a red mist erupt from the heads of the unlucky officers he hit. "HOW ABOUT YOU SCOOP THAT UP, SEE IF YOU PRICKS HAVE ANY BRAINS!" The shots were more concentrated now, glancing off the wall he hid behind, the feeling of malice behind each round now unmistakable. He huffed in amusement to himself. "Clearly I hit a sore spot." Swapping sides, he unloaded the remainder of his clips outside, his hit-to-miss ratio far from in his favor. Reloading, pocketing his spent magazines to avoid leaving evidence, he listened to the hail of chaos outside. He considered if the heist was even worth it. The money would be split between the three of them, with the total share being around six hundred and ninety-seven thousand a piece. However, given he'd not had time to collect all the bags, it was probably closer to two hundred thousand. Still big money, but not what could've been. And, glancing to the duffel bag he had on him, if he died it would've only been for about thirty thousand. His life was worth less than a sports car if he died right now. And he could. Or be arrested and be executed for his crimes. It could all go wrong and, to anyone else, it would've seemed that way. But to him, he didn't think about that. Didn't think about jail time or leaving the mortal coil.

No, all he could think about was how very badly he wanted to carve off Bane's face for screwing him over.

So, cocking his guns up, he gave a dark laugh. "I'm not dying till I make that fucking prick pay for this." Stepping out of cover, bracing himself for a mad dash to the alley, he pulled back the hammers of his pistols with a psychopathic grin on his face. And as he burst out the door, he could only scream one thing. A phrase that a true criminal mastermind had burned into the back of the underworld forever.

"LET'S DO THIS!"

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See? And he survived that! Got pretty messed up, but the guy literally walked through a hail of bullets and made off with the loot. Had to stitch himself up. Apparently, he actually blocked the loot with his body to avoid getting it shot to shitrags. The guy had no survival instinct... Anyway, he managed to steal someone's bike and ditched it a town over. According to my contacts, the guy he worked for screwed him over on purpose. The guards were supposed to arrive after he'd gotten all the money out of the vault, but they'd picked a bad day to come to work early. After he was left for dead, the driver had been given his cut and this Bane guy kept Wolf's cut for himself. Told the driver he'd give it to his family or some shit, tried to be noble about it. Of course, this didn't make the guy happy. Used the money from the bag he left with to hunt Bane down. I'd show you what he did to him, I have a report from the morgue the body was processed in, but er... You might not have the stomach for it. Let me put it this way, it was like someone took an anatomy model, melted the organs, then fired it back at the model with a leaf blower. The guy was stabbed to all kinds of fuckery, he looked like a ruptured soup tin... Gonna haunt my fucking nightmares, that image.

Anyway, he took whatever money he could find of the guy's. Managed to get some of his own cut back too. Put it towards an actual doctor to dig out the bullets in him and patch him up properly. Other than that, I heard he upgraded his gear a bit. Jammers, high power drill and saw, couple new heavy duty guns, the boy got busy. Even bought a replica mask of the original Wolf from some sweatshop in China. Fucker even had the stones to wear it during future jobs. Guy seems obsessed with him. But he's certainly on the up. Ever since that fucked up hiest, he's been in a few more. Each time a success with a good pay day. Maybe not clown good, but good for someone like you.

But yeah, I think he'd be a good addition to your crew. He's pretty slick, good at creeping about and keeping bloodshed to a minimum when you want to avoid civilian casualties, but a fucking monster when you need people dead. Guy just refuses to die, like a fucking Beserker.

Anyway, hit me up if you want him in. He's on his way to DC right now, trying to ditch the heat in England. And I'm certain he'll be down for whatever party you have planned.

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