A/N: It's me! Al! Soooo... yeah i wanted to do this for a while, and with Trixxiestixx and Sheridan on my side, and no more exams, i trough i could give it to ya.
Of course, then the exams came back, i had to focus on TRNE and this sat as an unstarted proyect for a while.
If you are reading this, that means i finally finished the newest chapter of the SP clusterfuck and i'm finally doing this shit.
OhOHOHOHHOHO
Oh and btw when you find things like THESE (Soundtrack note 1: This is our time by Miles Malone.)
That means that scene needs the WONDERFUL EFFECT OF BACKGROUND MUSIC.
Play the song, links die, but names don't.
Well, actually they will die when earth explodes and our race is forced to travel through space dealing with aliens but...
Well
SHUT UP IM HAVING A CRISIS BECAUSE I JUST AKNOWDLEGED THAT.
ENJOY.
I KNOW I WON'T FOR A WHILE.
(Note 2: Smiley's mask is based on a heaven smile's face, his suit is a open jacket version of Benny's suit, inspired by a devianart picture i will post on the profile. So go check it!)
(Soundtrack note 1: Razormind-Simon Viklund. Stealth portion.)
Wolf sat in the escape van, quietly loading his shotgun and pistol. He could hear his crew silently wispering while they loaded their weapons as well. Questions, last minute worries and worthless stories, sometimes spliced up with fearful comments about him or his other heists.
He didn't care about them, Bain told him to treat them like Hoxton and the others, but what he saw in that crew was pure incompetecence. He knew he shouldn't have asked for this hit, but work is work, and after 2 years of doing nothing he got rusty.
Really rusty.
RyderRosas Presents
Of course that didn't matter much anymore.
A Payday 2 fanfic.
He made his choice already.
Hungry like the Wolf.
The van drove fast to their objective: Basilly's Coin Bank.
Wolf turned his earpiece on, and heard Bain's graspy voice once more.
"So first things first, i know you don't like what you see, but getting this crew was actually hard, so i hope you're not having second thoughts about this Wolf. Our name doesn't mean that much anymore you know? That Overdrill heist destroyed our reps."
"Bain? I don't care. One single bit. Did you get the rest of the crew?"
"Chains is in, Dallas in the other hand..."
"What do you mean "in the other hand"?! Is he in or what?!" Wolf's voice became more nervous and frantic.
"Im trying real hard Wolf, but he ain't budging, it's going to take me a while to convince him of getting back."
"BUT... I already planned some things with Chains, and got us a nice little trade with a gun dealer called Ga-"
"If you don't get Dallas right this instant i'll leave."
"Wolf. I'm trying, so don't freak out."
"One week. Or i'm out." Stated Wolf before taking off his earpiece.
"I'm guessing that was boss-man right?" Wolf raised his head to see a hispanic man wearing a mask that Wolf couldn't identify. It was some kind of large and pale human-like face covered in blood. It was smiling in a pretty "cartoony" way, showing its large and sharp teeth.
He liked it.
He also wore a white checkered plaid suit jacket, it was open, so Wolf could see the kevlar vest underneath it. He quickly recognized the FBI logo on the vest and felt curious if he got the vest himself or from Bain.
Overall, he looked like an actual heister. Even if he wasn't one. That's what the rest of the crew was for. To pretend they knew what they were doing even if they were some shit heisters Bain paid some drinks or whatever that antisocial prick did to convince people.
Dear god he hated this crew.
The hispanic man was nicknamed "Smiley", and for what he got from Bain's dossier, he was a low-time robber, the kind that enters with only a Deagle and gets out with barely one grand. His "biggest heist" was breaking in into a police station in and stealing a small supply of their caché under their noses.
Not bad, but still.
Yeah, that vest was Bain's alright.
Pretty sure he hasn't even faced the SWAT yet.
"Xinner Mass" was their assault specialist for when things got messy, a 34-year old gun-nut.
His dossier explained that he used to have a small firing range on his backyard made of pots and pans that gave him many problems with the local police. So any excuse to shoot local officers was enough for him.
Too unfocused and unproffesional. And that name, it seemed from a comic. Everyone knew that movies are better than comics.
He was going to enter the bank when he and Smiley disabled security, so he wasn't masked up, giving Wolf the quick chance of seeing his face in case he tried to do like Roscoe did in the embassy heist, back in '08. He had a couple of scars here and there, he couldn't see much of his face due to the beard he had, a nice touch to the wig he was wearing, making him look like a hairy asshole.
Clearly no one will suspect the hobo on the suit.
The wig was a good idea though.
"So, let's go through the plan one more time, to get sure we haven't forgot anything." said Kane, their fourth man. Some rookie hitman who's definition of "nickname" was "using a slight variation of his own fucking name". Kane was going through the plan. It didn't take him long before he got interrupted.
"I'm sorry, is your name Bain? Because last time i fucking checked, your name was Marcus, you stupid moron." said Mass, getting pretty pissed off.
"Oh, sorry for being possitive. Clearly, we must got with a negative atitude to a goddamn live-or-die operation." he stated back.
"Look, we thank you for being positive and all of that cliché crap, but that's our boss' job. Not yours. Yours is supposed to sit in that fucking bank and look normal. Think you can do that?" yelled Xinner, standing up from his seat.
"Oh, go to hell, you stand up like you had your thumb up your ass!" yelled Kane back also getting up from his seat.
"Will you two just shut the fuck up!?" cut in Smiley.
And with that, the van was silent again. Only two minutes for the circle to start all over again.
They finally arrived. Wolf picked up his earpiece and turned it on again.
"Alright guys, remember the plan; Kane and Mass get out first to avoid suspicion and get inside, Wolf and Smiley will get the C4 that my guy stashed along with the weapons. Control the crowd, blow up the vault and escape. Good luck."
Kane and Mass stood up and got out of the van.
"How long until the guards shoot them?" asked Smiley, taking off his mask and closing the door of the van.
"I would be surprised they don't just shoot them on sight." stated Wolf, seeing Mass throwing his wig to a nearby trash can.
"Idiots."
Wolf and Smiley got out of the van one minute later, they found themselves in a large multifloor parking, right next to the bank itself.
"So, this place is big." said Smiley as he leaned in the railing, looking at the bank.
"Yep."
He was right, the building was 2 floors high, and according to Bain's info, the vault was in the second floor. Right behind the guards, the mafia goons and the countless cameras. Just like First World Bank, but with a crew of rookies.
"Think we gonna make it?"
"Best not to think about it." Wolf walked away, cocking his silenced Crosskill.
"Let's get rich."