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PayDay - Undercover
A fan-fiction series by JebCC
Note to readers: Hello, and welcome to my humble piece of writing. And my first piece of writing to go public. I'll admit, I'm not FANTASTIC at writing. But I try my best to make stories that are both entertaining and understandable. Like the title suggests, I'm starting off with writing a fan-fiction of PayDay, 1 + 2. I will base events off of both games, and try to be accurate as possible to the actual information set by the developers themselves. It'll be a few chapters long, perhaps even longer, depends on how well it goes. Also note, the content in my stories have a lot of violence, a lot of coarse language, and a whole load of 'nope' for any viewers that are squeamish or too innocent for the internet. But other than that viewer advice, I hope you enjoy reading. And feel free to give feedback!
Prologue
"So, you think you have a lead?"
"Oh I know so, sir." The woman smiles, a slight hint of what seems like greed lined across her lips.
"And where's your proof?"
"I was hoping you'd ask." She winks and drags the heavy metal suitcase out from under her chair, heaving it onto the casino table. "Take a look at this. I have security footage, criminal files, and… I know who one of the heisters are." She smiles wickedly. The man stares at the files in front of him. Shocked, but seemingly used to having documents shoved in front of him as if he was a photocopier.
"...Do you think this is the best place to be discussing this?"
"Hm… Perhaps not." The woman bites her lip as she smirks, standing up from the cushioned seat, bending over the table to re-sort the evidence, her short red dress moving up her body to reveal her bare thighs. The man stands up, uncaring about the scene, walks towards the casino exit, the woman following behind, suitcase by her side. She holds it relatively close to her body, as if it was her most prized possession. They continue to walk along the block, disappearing into a nearby alleyway that leads into an enclosed parking lot, surrounded by shady units and boarded abandoned apartments.
"You have no idea how long I've been working on this for… I've neglected everything to put my time to this, and I am so happy I finally have someone to show my completed work." They stop walking. She blinks repeatedly, the nearby lamp post showing her obvious truth, blinding straight through her makeup to reveal her sore tired eyes. The man shakes it off and looks to the ground, more entertained with the pebbles that he kicks with the tip of his shoe.
"Well I'm glad you've brought this to my attention. May I ask, is there anyone who has helped you with this? Anyone at all?"
"No. I've had to do this all on my own. People keep thinking I'm obsessed. They'll thank me though. You'll have these terrible men caught in no time, yes?"
He glances up from the ground, directly looking into her eyes.
"...Yes." The man adjusts slightly, raising his arm to the woman who now gazes in horror, jaw dropped. The gun of the silenced barrel stares straight back at her as he fires a single pistol bullet, straight into her forehead. Her body falls to the ground, blood splattered over the gravel road ground. "Thank you for your information." The man holsters his gun and picks up the suitcase, carrying it with him out of the parking lot, getting into the taxi waiting for him.