Chapter 2
Joining the Crew
'Well, this is a bit of a problem.' I thought to myself, moving from car to car. During the escape attempt, a massive firefight insued. The Payday crew was at least somewhat safe, due to their pickup truck being armored. But it wasn't going to be safe for them for a long while. Soon, a larger force might pile down on them. Seeing a dead SWAT officer near me, I picked up his M4 rifle and ran alongside the slow moving truck. I fired a shot over the head of the man in the American clown mask, killing a SWAT officer near him. The American clown looked at me. "Who the hell are you?!" He shouted over the hail of bullets. "I'm the guy trying to save your asses!" I shouted back, firing at another SWAT officer. "Dallas! We're in deep fucking shit here!" Shouted a more gruff voice, a black man with a more angry looking clown face looked at 'Dallas'. "Keep on it Chains! We're almost there!" Dallas shouted back. I finally saw we were heading for a car park. "Ah, perfect!" I smiled. The English man from earlier looked over the bed of the truck and looked at me. "Who the hell are you?!" He shouted. I sighed loudly. "Hold the questions until we get out of here, yeah?!" I shook my head and kept shooting until we finally reached the car park.
The car park was dark. Even the flourescant lights made it seem... edgy and uncomfortable. Of course the SWAT units trailing behind us didn't really help. The truck was stopped by a set of bollards. "Shit..." A man in a pink and white mask cursed. Dallas and another man, with a terrifying red and white mask hopped out. "Hey! Where the hell are you going?!" The pink masked driver shouted. "There's gotta be controls for these fuckin' things!" Dallas shouted back. "You cover him!" "How about you give me a fucking gun?!" The English man shouted before ducking from the storm of SWAT bullets. A ran to the front of the truck with Chains and the pink masked man and kept firing. Our bullets were running low. "Well. I'm not going back to prison after this." I sighed before firing, striking another officer in the head. "Jesus! Nice shot!" I was told by the pink masked man. "Spasibo!(Thanks)" I shouted. "Have you done this before?!" Chains asked. "Couple times!" I smiled. He seemed to be mulling over something while he shot back at the SWAT units. We soon ran out of ammo. I tossed away my M4. I can't get any more ammo without running out there. Chains and the other guy resorted to their pistols. I can hear the SWAT surrounding the vehicle... I thought it was all over...
Until the sound of a tarp moving caught my attention. The English man, stood up from the bed, bearing two assault rifles and basically UNLEASHED HELL on the SWAT team surrounding us. We all kind of just... looked around, stupified I guess. "Got any more guns?" The English man asked, smirking. I saw a SWAT officer, still alive, taking aim. I quickly took Chains' pistol and fired, striking the officer in the head. The English man looked between the dead officer and me. "Well, at least your not completely useless." He smirked, impressed. I handed Chains his pistol back, which he snatched from my hands.
"Get on the ground now!" We heard voices say, more SWAT units. Jesus don't these guys give up?! "You've gotta be fucking kidding me..." The English man sighed he grabbed an extra AK, handing it to me. "Thank you sir!" I shouted. "Hoxton! Call me Hoxton!" He shouted back. "Gotcha Hoxton!" I smirked before firing. Soon, the bollards lowered. "Time to go!" Chains shouted, before we all got in the truck. We drove around the corner and saw Dallas and the beast masked man limping out. "We got you." Chains assured them, helping them to the truck. "Kid, you did a good job." Dallas told me, nodding. I simply smiled. As the crew got ready to drive off with me, Hoxton spoke up. "Aren't you guys forgetting something?" "What?" Dallas asked, impatiently. "I need a mask!" Hoxton retorted. Everyone just... looked around awkwardly. Hoxton sighed, "It's alright. I came prepared." He pulled a mask from his jacket. He then started whistling. "Let's get moving." Dallas announced. I held on to something as the truck sped toward, I'm guessing, my new home. "DID YOU MISS ME YOU WANKERS?!" Hoxton shouted before laughing maniacly. "Now, you." Hoxton looked to me. "I'm guessing you want to be in our crew." He guessed right. "I can't do much else." I shrugged. "Well, how much you want? I know your not doing this for free." Now we're talking. I smirked, "Half." Everyone got a good chuckle out of that. "Kid, your going to go far in this business. But first, you need a nickname and a mask. What's your name?" Dallas asked me. "Name's Adrian, I'm from Russia." I answered back. "Dallas." He pointed to himself to start introductions. "Hoxton, Chains, Wolf and Houston." He pointed to each respective man. "Well... lets settle on the mask first, then we'll talk about nickname." I nodded.
1 hour and a half later...
I wasn't sure what I was expecting when they talked about the safehouse. It was... a dirty laundromat. Seriously? This is where the Payday gang hoarded their treasure trove? Where did they hide the wads of cash? The washing machines? As the crew took off their masks, wiping the sweat from their faces, Dallas put a wad of cash on a mutilated statue of Lady Justice. Then, a secret door opened. My opineon, changed dramatically. A grid of camera moniters, a giant safe, a practice area, a shooting range. Now THIS is a Safehouse. Houston directed me to an area filled with masks. "You can design your own if you like." He offered. "Yeah, I'm going to do that." I nodded and grabbed an angry looking hockey mask. I could have sworn I saw this mask from a movie... Questions for later. Now, the mask was pure white. However... I want to add my own designs... I grabbed a paint kit and did my word. I painted the bottom half of the mask black, and the top half a Dark red. I then painted a star using a small bit of yellow, before adding a hammer and sickle in the star. I waited a long while for the paint to dry before putting on the mask. "Nice mask." Chains nodded. "Well. As for the nickname. Call me... Dima." I smirked behind the mask.
Yeah, I think I am going to go far in this business...