AN: Hey. You all seemed to like it. That's great. Here's Chapter 2.
Jason, Johnny walked into the garage of the Steelport Police Department. The underground parking facility was neatly organized with marked and unmarked police vehicles. Cruisers made up the bulk of the vehicles, but there were a few armored vans, a bomb containment trailer, and a mobile command post. A different section of vehicles was the police impound, where custom muscle cars, sat next to ancient rust buckets, and high end luxury vehicles. The two walked toward the section that was for the personal vehicles of the police.
Jason's car was near the back alongside a yellow support column parked rear first. The car was a black Hammerhead muscle car. Jason had spent a good deal of time and money taking it from a rusty heap he had picked up in Stillwater to the near modern machine that it was now. The body work was simple, a spoiler and a hood vent. The tires were an aftermarket low profile design. Jason had a friend install a nitrous system for additional speed when he needed it. The vehicle may have been older model, but it ran like a brand-new stock car.
The two walked around the back and Jason opened up the trunk. Inside was a variety of weapons in neatly arranged gun cases. Each of the weapons were fairly benign though, and nothing that couldn't be found in any hunting or outdoors shop. Still, for the two gun nuts, it was like opening presents at Christmas.
"Hellooooo ladies." Jason said.
"Gun powder and gasoline. Smells like a good time." Johnny said.
Jason pulled out a KA-1 Kobra with a suppressor and put it in a thigh holster, and in a back holster, he put in a combat knife. He briefly looked at his over modified AS3 Ultimax Shotgun, but decided that the weapon was overkill for the current investigation they were going to do. Gat put a .357 Fletcher in his own holster and then put two massive serrated knives under his purple and white jacket.
"Should I take the K-8?" Gat asked non-challantly.
"Nah. We're just going to a bank. We won't be dealing with hardened killers or nothin'." Jason said.
"You got it Boss."
The two closed the trunk and walked to the doors of the vehicle. Thorne stuck the key in his car and turned it on with a satisfying roar of the engine. Jason popped a tape into the stereo with a auxiliary cable hanging out of it that he then hooked up to his phone. Heavy drums and guitar riffs then started to blast from the speaker. Jason drove the Hammerhead out of the garage at a probably unreasonable speed.
Jason and Johnny drove around the front of the police prescient and saw Shaundi waiting for them. She had her hands on her cell phone in front of her browsing something on the screen as she waited. Jason found himself staring at her again as he drove up. He began to worry that his attraction to her may not be the most productive thing for the Saints. Jason honked the horn to break Shaundi's concentration from her phone. Johnny got out and moved his seat forward to allow her to get into the back.
"So where are we goin' Boss?" Shaundi asked eagerly.
"A bank that the Morningstar is using to hide assets." Thorne said.
Jason, Gat, and Shaundi walked into the front doors of New Brighton Bank of Steelport. The lobby had a circular desk in the center with a receptionist and a number of teller stalls along the back wall. A staircase off to the side let to the upstairs. Patrons were milling about and waiting in line. The sight of three-armed people might have been concerning it were not for the Saints patch across their vests.
Jason walked up to the receptionist with Shaundi and Gat on either side of him. "Good morning." Jason said in a flat manner.
"Good morning sir. How may I help you?" The receptionist asked is a pleasant manner.
"I need to speak with the manager about one of your account holder. Both their regular account and whatever they have in their safe deposit box." Jason said.
"Ah. Yes. Do you have a warrant, or some other authorization?" The receptionist asked.
"I don't see why I need to tell you that."
"We care a great deal about the safety and privacy of our customers. We can't just let people have access to their personal information and belongings." She stated matter-of-factly.
"And I care a great deal about the security of ongoing investigations. So I won't be telling you anything beyond that I need to speak with the bank manager, or someone else who can get me access to the things that I want." Jason said.
The receptionist though it over for a second. "Will our accounts manager work?"
"The accounts manager will suffice."
Jason stepped back from the desk and turned to face Shaundi and Johnny.
"Damn Boss. Why didn't you just throw and 'or else' at the end of that statement." Shaundi asked.
"Well, the Morningstar are going to start running for the hills when they find out that we've started to go after them. The best thing to get them it to do this quick and act on whatever information we can get before they can act." Jason said.
"Makes sense to me." Gat said. "Besides diplomacy is overrated if you have authority."
The unmistakable sound of a shotgun being pumped was heard through the lobby. Shaundi saw one of the tellers behind the desk pull it out as a variety of others pulled out a number of pistols. The receptionist behind the desk pulled out a bulky .45 Shepard. The number of guns in the lobby were far greater than normal for a regular bank.
"Boss!" Shaundi yelled.
He had heard it and was already reacting. In a blur, Jason pulled out his KA-1 and shot the receptionist. He then dove into the circular desk as Shaundi and Gat followed with him.
"What the fuck?!" Shaundi yelled still.
"What kinda bank has tellers and receptionists with guns?" Gat asked calmly as he fired his Fletcher blindly over the counter.
"Who fuckin' cares. Just shoot them." Jason said as he couched up and shot the man with the shotgun.
Gat and Shaundi also crouched up and started to shoot as well. Gat .357 Fletcher boomed far louder than Shaundi own KA-1. Combined with the gunfire from the tellers, Jasons suppressed KA-1 was indeed silent, though the element of stealth was completely useless at this point.
"Reloading." Gat yelled as he ejected a magazine and crouched behind the counter again. Shaundi quickly ran out of ammunition in her current magazine as well.
The tellers also needed to reload as well. They all crouched behind the desk at once, losing sight of their targets. Jason used this to his advantage. He jumped out from his own cover and sprinted across the open ground of the lobby and vaulted over the teller's desk. The teller at his feet was absolutely stunned as she looked up. Jason used that surprise.
Jason pulled out his knife and stabbed the woman at his feet. He then quickly dove over the ground and grabbed the now unused shotgun. The shotgun was a Deacon 12-Guage. The matte black gun was cut short, and had the stock removed. This allowed for superior performance in close quarters. The 15 feet that Jason had between his targets certainly qualified as close quarters.
Jason was not an amateur. He remembered that the shotgun had been pumped earlier, so he flipped off the safety and opened fire. The last three tellers were killed as they were out of ammo.
"Oh. I. Am. The best!" Jason shouted as reloaded his KA-1 and his newly acquired shotgun.
Shaundi and Gat came out from their protected position.
"Damn Boss." Shaundi said.
"That shit was awesome." Gat said chucking. "Ain't seen someone kick ass like that in a while."
"Alright. Let's get to the second floor." Jason ordered.
"What's the plan?" Shaundi asked.
"Same as before. Get access to the Morningstar accounts and their safe deposit box." Jason said.
The three ran upstairs and were greeted with a variety of cubicles that made up the banks office area. Along the wall was a vault door. With two guys in suits with red shirts and scarves. They both started to open fire, but the three Saints were more accurate and shot and killed them.
"Allright. So how we getting in?" Gat asked.
"Hmmmm. Don't know. Guess we're gonna have to go back down to my car." Jason said.
"We gonna drill it?"
"Fuck no. We're gonna blow it." Jason said.
"Uhhhh, guys. What the fuck is that?" Shaundi asked.
Jason looked out and saw a helicopter. From the helicopter dangled several men in tactical gear, with assault rifles. Outside guys in similar garb were repelling down the side of the building.
"That is a heavy lift cargo helicopter and a private security team. We're gonna need to take cover." Jason said as he darted through a doorway to a bathroom. Gat and Shaundi also took cover.
The guys on the rappel line detonated wall charges to break the windows. Simultaneously, a door gunner on the helicopter began to open fire on the Saints, keeping them pinned down.
"What now Boss?" Gat asked blind firing.
"Working on it." Jason said.
The men from outside ran over to the vault. One man pulled off a backpack and pulled out a coil of detonation cord while the other began to attach cables to the door of the vault. Shaundi spotted what they were doing.
"Boss. They're taking the vault." She stated.
"Son of a bitch." Jason said.
An explosion ripped apart the wall of the bank office. The helicopter began to pulled the vault across the floor. The two men attached themselves as they ran along side. The Morningstar were going to take whatever was in the vault in order to protect themselves.
"Shit." Jason yelled.
He ran out from the safety of the bathroom and followed the rapidly moving vault. The vault reached the edge of the building first and went outside. Shaundi and Gat stopped running, but Jason didn't…and jumped. He landed on top of the vault as it began to fly away.
"Who is this guy?" Shaundi said, amazed by the man she had just me this morning.
"Baddest motherfucker I know is who." Gat said.
The trample of feet was heard behind them as eight heavily armed men ran up the stairs and drew their guns on them. "Hold where you are shouted one on the men. Put your hands up. NOW!" Shouted one of the men.
"Shit." Gat muttered as he put his hands in the air.
Jason fought atop the vault. He drew his knife and slashed at the two Morningstar operatives. They both backed up toward the edge of the vault. The swaying of the vault beneath the helicopter made the hold surface unstable. Jason pulled out his KA-1 and fired at the two men. He never intended to him them, but scare them. They freaked out and stated to lose their balance. Jason then ran over and shoulder charged them. They were knocked off the vault and plummeted to the ground below.
"Great. Now I'm on a vault going God knows where." Jason said to himself.
Sure enough, a few minutes later, the cargo helicopter dropped the vault at a private airport, surrounded by armed goons. They all pointed their guns at Jason. He got the message and put his hands up.
AN: So I have a bit of work coming up in real life, so it's gonna be a few weeks before I update again. Expect the next chapter between mid and late November. Happy Halloween everyone.
