The music for this job is "Black Nail" from the Parasyte OST.

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The chilly air tonight was going to be a loud one. Like always, the forecast for the weather was off for 5% of rain, and it was pouring like no tomorrow. The thought actually kind of excited the Payday Gang as they strapped on some of their equipment. Jaune looked up to the crew; Wolfe kept his eyes to the ground as he strapped his kevlar vest. The amount was about double the size, and he tightened his knee guards.

Emerald wised up and wore the same suit from the weapon heist. The business suit was slightly looser than everyone else because of the equipment under her clothing. Her revolvers sat in comfort in her holsters, and she looked around the van. She kept body armor on her left arm while the right was unprotected. The weapon Jaune prepared for her was the

"Hey Jaune, what's the expected response time?"

"Tonight, Wolfe and I expect them to show up in 90 seconds. As for the Droids, we should see them in five minutes. In what we're clearing out, that depends. Remember no killing hostages; keep the Nightclub lockdown." Jaune needlessly ejected his Knight's SR magazine to see if it was live ammunition.

"So whatever we claim, do we get a share of the profits?" Mercury adjusted his collar. The suit he wore was on with extra room around the joints of his arms and legs so that he can maneuver better in the field. With his current weapons being his shotgun boots, with kevlar plates on his legs separated at the joints. His upper body had his dress suit hide his body armor.

"Well, we're a team; we need to pull off the job before we think about the rewards." Jaune carefully placed his armor and with his metal bracer on his left arm to house his shield.

"Hey there kiddies, we're one minute out before we reach the club," Twitch called out from the driver seat.

"By the way, do we get codenames?" Mercury strapped his back with a bag of ammunition. With a dozen clips of ammo and could murder anyone's back.

"That's not up to me." Jaune shrugged.

"Cool, I want to be called 'Owl.'" Emerald smiled.

"Ooohhh, nice one." Wolfe smiled.

"And I'll be called 'Hermes.'" Mercury nodded.

"Crescent, Wolfe, Owl, and Hermes. No wonder everyone thinks the Payday gang is so damn cryptic." Twitch smart-mouthed. The van pulled up to at a corner which was about one city block away from the entrance of the Nightclub.

Mercury was the first on to exit the van and was followed by Jaune. By first glance, the two didn't seem to be slowly armed or ready to wage war. The two walked around the corner. They walked for three seconds.

"Hold up," Jaune said as he spotted something. Mercury stopped in his tracks.

"What's up?"

"That motorcycle of there, it looks familiar." Jaune narrowed his eyes to see an orange bike parked right outside the Nightclub. "I know that bike; it belongs to Yang Xiao Long. She'll derail this whole job." Jaune felt like cursing up a storm.

"What's the problem down there?" Cinder's voice came into the radio communication.

"A new variable to the job, this wasn't expected, and we'll have to abort it." Jaune kept his eyes looking down the street.

"Then find a way to get rid of it." Cinder retorted.

"Damn." Jaune looked to the sky. Why did it have to be tonight? He looked back toward the street. Before he could say anything, the front doors burst open revealing the blonde fighter along with Neptune right behind her. Yang appeared to be on the phone, and she looked to be concerned about something. Jaune crouched down to fake tying his shoes. Mercury caught on to the ruse and acted as his eyes.

Then down the street, a giant grey battle mech zoomed past the block. Yang and Neptune looked at each other and the bike revved. In 3 seconds, Yang turned her bike around and drove off into the direction of the highway. Jaune stood up and looked at Mercury.

Mercury looked back at Jaune. "Well, that was easy." Jaune and Mercury walked to the front door.

"Sorry boys, tonight's full." The bouncer crossed his arms as the people in the line whined.

"We're here to see Junior," Jaune stated.

"Funny, I wasn't told he wasn't getting any guests tonight." The bouncer raised an eyebrow.

"We this is a business transaction that isn't the kind to keep on hold," Mercury answered.

"I'm not buying it."

Mercury turned to the crowd, and the closest patrons in line got a death glare. Every one of them backed down and looked away. With that, Jaune pulled out 5,000 lien from his pocket. The bouncer's expression changed and looked around. He took hold of the money and pocketed it.

"Aw, what the hell, you guys seem like class acts." The bouncer stepped aside. Mercury smiled, and Jaune nodded to the bouncer. Both of them had satchels on their hips to hide their masks before the heist started.

"We're in," Jaune spoke into a mic hidden in his wrist of his sleeve.

"Roger that." Wolfe lifted a heavy bag over his shoulder and exited the van. He was at the back of the club with two bags of equipment and Emerald carried one bag as well. She made her way to the roof of the building.

Jaune walked past the bar; he kept an eye out for the guards in black suits and red ties, Junior's henchmen. It would be several seconds before they did the second part of their plan. Wolfe checked his corners to see no one at the loading dock yet.

"I'm on the roof now," Emerald informed the team.

"Roger, I'm at the power box now," Wolfe said after Emerald. Jaune and Mercury prepared to make their move.

"In 3…2...1" Wolfe counted down. The music of the Nightclub continued to blare on, but the building itself was pitch black. The lights flicked on as Jaune and Mercury looked casual as several guards appeared to be sleeping on the job. The partygoers did not observe the crowd as no one took notice. Then the lights went out, and there was a cheer.

The lights returned, and another portion of the guards was down. Jaune stood close to the bar and rubbed his chin. "I'll have a strawberry sunrise." He looked around and nodded to Mercury. Above them was the skylight and Emerald waited for her part of the plan. She linked an electronic jammer to the system, so it was playing a still image of the nightclub on the cameras; an invention of Wolfe did on the side. Jaune took a swig of his drink. Non-alcoholic blended soda with cherry flavor with a bitter strawberry kick.

The lights went out for the final time, and this time it was the longest, and then two masked men were on opposite ends of the dance floor. During the period of the blackout, Emerald opened the window as the security was down and lowered a bag to Mercury and the two quickly changed into their masks with their weapons. The Knight's SR pointed to the roof.

The bullets flew and the whole time place just stared. Before anyone could leave, the windows locked down and at the front door Emerald with her mask on, she scared the people away. The loading dock door was lock picked for Wolfe to get in and rallied the staff in the back. During that whole time, the Nightclub was on taken over in 30 seconds.

From here, I'm going to refer to their codenames. Also, start the song here.

Crescent looked up and around the crowd.

"There's bullet with your name on it the moment I see a scroll!" Hermes shouted as he watched from a table and everyone kept their head downs. Crescent reached into his back pocket and immediately zip tie the hostages. He carried a bag of twenty and secured them all. The ones they didn't have enough zip ties, Hermes singled them out and started to herd them.

From the entrance, Owl watched for any unexpected visitors. Crescent stood up and looked around.

"I got the people in the back secure, and the metal doors are sealed," Wolfe grunted as he turned his blow torch off. He melted the metal and doors would need explosives to get through. The people were chattering to themselves, and several were so afraid to do anything. Hermes looked up.

"We got this," Hermes said that the office overlooking the nightclub burst open. Two girls, one dressed in white and another in red. They were the lead enforcers under Junior's payroll. The Malachite twins, Melanie and Miltiades. Both ready for a fight. Melanie had her bladed heels, and Miltiades had her claw gauntlets. Crescent looked up to see the two with blank expressions.

"These guys are the Payday gang, aren't they?" Melanie asked.

"Indeed, they need to be put out of their misery." Miltiades nodded. With that, the twins charged the closest target as it was Hermes. The girls sprinted in parallel to Hermes with Melanie raising her arms with a precise swipe upward then brought the claws down, Hermes leaned back to avoid the claws, but the boots of Miltiades swiped his vision for its clash with Crescent's sword. Both sides were pretty close with one another, and Crescent started to shift his sword down to danger Melanie. Miltiades reacted by lifting her knee the almost gutted Crescent. It forced both sides to back off.

Before Owl could react to help them, many of the hostages saw this as their chance, and many of them that weren't zip tied were standing up and sprinting to the exit. There wasn't any time for that, so Owl decided to shove her way through the crowd to help the others. Five more henchmen of the club showed up. Two armed with crimson machetes, one with a hatchet, and the other two guns.

The first with a gun aimed directly at the fight on the dance floor. Before a henchman could pull the trigger, an object tug at his stomach as it was Owl's revolver blade removed him from his allies. As they sprinted toward her, Wolfe stuck his head out of the bar and fired several shots to surprise the men, giving Owl the chance to counter-attack. She ran forward and used her momentum to jump and slide across the ground and swiped at two sets of feet to the ground then pounced on them for the knockout punches. The other two henchmen had their attention explicitly aimed at Wolfe. He fired his weapon several more times, and he jumped over the bar. That gave the second gun wielder the chance to shoot back, shattering the glass drinks and cabinets. The shards sparkled in the changing lights. Wolfe looked up fired three rounds, and one caught the gun wielder in the left shoulder, which caused him to fall back to the ground.

"Yeah," Wolfe whispered to himself. Only for a machete wield to show up and bring the bald down to Wolfe's head. He raised his G36 up to clash metal with the blade. The amount of force had the blade and weapon shake in the confrontation. Having no other options, Wolfe relented in his strength slightly for the blade to ease down into the forehead of his mask. Then before the final blow, Wolfe made a fist with his right hand a punched the forearm of his attack knocking the machete from his mask as well as the thug holding onto his arm for the pain. Wolfe leaned up and returned to his feet before the thug could recover.

Back on his feet, Wolfe ejected his weapon's loaded magazine and gestured the thug to charge him. He took the bait and then Wolfe smiled under his mask and tossed the magazine across to the thug's nose. The clip bounced off leaving the thug clutching his face, giving Wolfe the chance to close line the thug with his right arm which forced the thug to fall on his back. He moaned in pain. Wolfe raised his right leg and stomped the thug in the stomach. The thug leaned up in pain and Wolfe lifted his foot lightly and kicked the thug in the face. Wolfe's hands were at his tie, and he adjusted it. "Stay the FUCK down!"

Melanie had her heel blades tap Crescent's shield and then when he has pulled his guard away; she lifted her left leg for a neck slice. As it raised, a bullet knocked her heel blade down, and she looked at the source. Wolfe lowered his rifle and sprinted toward the kitchen, according to the schematics of the building, there's entrance to the office that requires a key card. Melanie returned to the fight as Hermes reversed jump kicked Miltiades with a blast of his boot.

"We're not done yet!" The girls shouted in unison. Both of them jumped backward. Melanie lifted her right leg, and Miltiades took hold of the heel blade, and her sister took her left claw bracer. The two had each other's weapon on the opposite hand and leg. Both smiled at the upcoming battle.

"The cops have been alerted; you got 90 seconds." Cinder informed the crew through the comms.

Hermes and Crescent still stood side by side. "Roger that, Owl you go help out Wolfe and the two of you keep the droids at bay. Hermes and I will take care of the twins." Crescent looked straight ahead.

"So, got a plan?" Hermes chuckled.

"Can't think of one." Crescent shrugged.

"I guess we'll have to make one up as we go along," Hermes stated before he noticed the enforcer twins rush him. Melanie made a jab at the body of Hermes, so he dodged, and the heel boot came up and struck the armor on his left thigh. It was directly on the armor, so it grazed him, but he became aware of about the potential slip-ups. Crescent didn't raise his shield fast enough before Miltiades had her claw scratch his mask at the bridge of the nose.

Crescent raised his sword for a horizontal slash as he aimed at one of them, the second one lifted their gauntlet for it to stab Crescent's left forearm. He felt the tug of his suit but didn't allow to feel the pain. He forced his way forward with his shield at the lower portion of his chest as he watched intensely from his eye slits and bashed Miltiades out of his path. He speared his sword forward to become wedged in the corset of Melanie and raised her to the ceiling, so her clothing slid her body down the base of the sword. She looked into the mask. "Stay out of our way." Crescent slurred under his mask before anything else happened he pulled his sword out and as she stood there stunned, he walked away from her. She looked at her sister's direction to see Hermes lifting her up with his right leg at the end of his ankle and blasted Miltiades toward her sister. The two remained down on the ground unconscious.

"What we got?" Crescent and Hermes walked away.

"A stubborn door but luckily your fight was what killed time, it opens in 20 seconds. Neo has out on the second-floor balcony keeping an eye out for the cops. We got 30 seconds before they show up." Wolfe looked through the freezer door window for the nine hostages he collected were huddled together in a corner.

"Great," Hermes said under his mask.

The hostages kept their head down fearing the possible repercussions. Crescent looked up and sprinted toward the dance floor, and the music changed into a loud tone. He looked around and smiled.

"Here they come." Cinder informed the crew.

The skylight shattered apart with a legion of droids making their repelling in with the rope. Crescent fired several rounds to put the first set of droids down before they could attack. From the roof, three appeared and started to shoot at Crescent; he ducked down behind the DJ's booth. The AK-130s were the primary model for the country's public defense; they aren't the smartest and had the Payday Gang at ease. After several pot shots, it would down these machines.

"Hold, alright everyone; it looks like the police stepped up their efforts because I see some new machines that don't look like AK-130s.

"What do you mean?" From the entrance, four new droids blasted the doors open and were white plates, gray frames, and large black visors on the helmets. The police asked for weapons level machines to fight the Payday Gang tonight.

"What the hell are those?" Crescent shouted.

"The Atlesian Knight 200s, the military of Atlas just finished developing them. Thicker armor, better targeting, and ultimate wreckers of our shit." Wolfe took just finished off three of them from the loading docks. "Just be glad we're not fighting Paladins, they make Bulldozers look like pushovers." Wolfe chuckled at the end.

The door was finally drilled open, and Wolfe was backed up by Owl. He kept at the corner and peaked at the edge and kept his weapon leveled to cover her entrance.

"Go go go." Owl signaled for her back to be covered by Wolfe. The two made it up the steps to see the manager that night sitting down on the couch. He looked up and smiled.

"I already opened the safe for the money tonight, now if you don't mind, I was apparently too drunk to do anything." The manager's head tilted back and passed out and dropped his bottle.

"We're in, and apparently, there's a small safe full of cash," Owl said into the comms.

"There's more to it than that, search the room for anything in particular." Cinder ordered as she watched the Atlesian Knights begin to mobilize.

"Shit shit shit!" Hermes shouted as sprinted from the front desk as that part of the club was overrun. He ducked down behind a table the pushed it over and crawled from his position. "I could use a little help here!"

Crescent looked crouched down from the short staircase of four steps to the dance floor, he rested his weapon and aimed. Reaching for his body armor, Jaune tugged on a small object. So after a moment, he pulled a ring from the ball and flung it at the desk since no hostage was in that area. After four seconds, a shockwave toppled three of the new droid over giving Hermes the chance to move.

Crescent continued to fire. "Owl, get out here and help us!" He said as he loaded a new clip to his weapon.

"Roger that, you got this?" Owl took several steps to get back to the fray. Wolfe waved her off.

Crescent needed to move and as he got up an oddly colored droid was with the new squad. This one was a dark blue than the white and had several bits of armor on the torso and knees. He aimed and picked off the group but ran out of ammo in the clip as the blue one got close. It raised its left arm, and out sparks, a string and Crescent felt spasms all over his body.

What the hell is this, a Taser!? Crescent turned to the machine as it kept the focus on him and from the corner of his eye; a new squad entered the building. The Taser's visor reflected the green revolver's blade slide the helmet and roll around. Crescent lost his balance and shook his head. "Wow, that was magical." He joked as he returned to his feet; he felt the stiffness of his muscles but now's not the time to worry.

The club was still blasting with the music, and the hostages were isolated, so it gave the droids to extract them. Hermes looked at the floor to see none of them. He smiled at the thought because he could become less careless now. A new droid squad repelled the dance floor. Hermes jumped in, and stomach kicked a droid in half by his boot firing a round. The other four reacted accordingly. Hermes turned to the closest droid and raised his left leg to the ceiling then brought it down to smash the helmet of the droid. Around him, slashes of light sparked around and when realized what happened Owl was walking away firing her revolvers.

"How much longer! The club is no longer on lockdown!" Crescent shouted.

"I found a button in a shelf; I pressed it and found a new passageway underground. Come check it out." Wolfe responded.

"Fine, but for now, help Owl and Hermes while I check it out," Crescent ordered.

"Copy that." Wolfe pulled the chamber back on his rifle. "I was getting bored anyway."

Wolfe and Crescent walked past each other, and the two nodded.

"You got this Owl?" Crescent asked before entering the passageway.

"This is cake." Owl tossed her revolver forward as the bladed end stabbed the shoulder of a droid and by the time she got to it she held onto her weapon and positioned her legs at the stomach section and pulled until she flipped backward. The arm severed, and the visor had a new bullet hole. "Just, hurry up."

Crescent nodded and sprinted down the steps with losing his footing. The area was pitch black and was lucky to find a switch at the bottom of the stairs. The lights forced his eyes shut, and by the time he opened it, he nearly dropped his weapon. Junior was a typical dick head but this, this is a new low. Crescent resisted the urge to lift his mask and just reminded himself of the task at hand.

The song should end here.

"What are you going to do to us?" A feminine voice beckoned. What Crescent found was three cages of young girls and Faunus folk as well. All in tattered clothing, starved and were huddled together in fear. Crescent found a small piece of the hub of Human/Faunus trafficking. All the girls watched like Hawks in what would Crescent do next.

He walked past their cages and remained focused on the task at hand. The hall was barren as there was a door at the end of the building and he forced his way through, in there, he found a mountain of Lien in cash. Each was neatly packed, and the only guard just fell backward as he feared the Payday Gang from the news.

"What the hell is this!?" Crescent strangled the guard by the collar.

"Just living, look, man, I hate working here!" The guard coughed.

"Are there more girls!" Crescent shouted in his muffled mask. The voice shook the guard to the core.

"No, half of them just came in last night. They are not documented yet, so they're ghosts in the system. I know what happened here was inexcusable but please, let me help you in their freedom."

"You double cross me, and you'll be missing a limb," Crescent growled. The guard pulled his red tie away and exited the room.

"Crew, something just came up. Hermes, get down here and bring some explosives." Crescent said as his blood began to boil.

Hermes heard loud and clear, so he put his bag of ammo on the ground. "Ammo over here!" He shouted for the other two. After 30 seconds, He was blown away by sight. "What the actual fuck?" He noticed the guard in the room at the far end bagging some lien in eight bags. Hermes looked at Crescent. "Look Crescent, I know that's a lot of cash, but there's no way we can carry it all."

"Duly noted." Crescent pulled a hand grenade from Hermes grip and put in a pocket of his body armor. Hermes and Crescent placed small charges on a wall where both of them know it will lead outside to the street. The wall was blasted open, and Crescent walked to the cages. Some of the girls whimpered at the sight of Crescent placing small objects on the locks. After 10 seconds the locks were blown away.

"All of you are no longer bound to this place. Now that hole will lead you outside, seek refuge with the police while others will do what they see fit." Crescent spoke clearly.

A Faunus girl walked from the crowd. She appeared to be to be a mouse because of the whiskers from under her nose. "Why should we trust you?"

"You'll have to; otherwise, the forces that brought you here will return in force and do something far worse." As Crescent finished his ultimatum, the guard walked to Crescent. He had three bags of money and placed them on the ground.

"To the ones who are good at hiding and won't visit the police, these bags are for all of you to deal with the coming future. All of you will divide it amongst yourselves. Now you have a minute before the police raids this place." Crescent stood tall.

The mouse girl turned to the others and nodded. All of them calmly left their cages. A young girl, just by looking at her was the age of 13 and when she passed Crescent, she hugged him from his waist. Her eyes reddened, and her emotional toll was released the same time as her torment was finally over. Another girl took her and led her to the exit.

The mouse girl walked the guard who stared at the ground. She lifted his head, and by the widening of his eyes, the girl kissed him. "When this is over, look me up in Signal." The girl winked at the guard.

"But I-" The girl punched the guard in the stomach. "Don't ruin the moment." She turned to Crescent and Hermes.

"I'll make sure the cops don't confiscate the money." With that, the girl turned around and led the girls to their freedom.

"You better leave as well." Crescent turned to the guard. "They need a guide through the city." The guard nodded then took off his tie, hat and then stomped on it. With a stern expression, he walked outside with the girls.

"We better move." Hermes gestured to the staircase. Crescent kept quiet and walked to the room that contained the money. He took hold of his grenade, a unique red dust mixture for an incendiary grenade. He pulled the pin and tossed into the mountain of cash.

"Let's go." Crescent finally spoke. The mountain caught fire, and the smell seared itself into Crescent's mind.

Above ground, Wolfe and Owl were able to push the cops back to the point they had to regroup, and they were on taking cover behind the bar.

"Crew, we're done here. Time to bug out." Hermes said.

"Best thing I heard all night," Wolfe said as he and Owl got out of cover. So then Owl pressed a button, and a cloud of smoke busted open for a rectangular box to send a ladder from the skylight to the middle of the dance floor. Hermes and Crescent had five bags and shared the load with Owl and Wolfe. It was a particular ladder that reeled itself up, and then the group made it the roof. Hermes had the job to pull the ladder back as several sniper droids fired at them. Wolfe took care of them with a bout of skill.

The ladder secured as well as the loot and the crew. A power cable was revealed not to be a power cable but a zip line across the street to another rooftop. All were blasted and were reeled to the other side before the cops could react. Each of them landed and walked across the roof. Cinder was at the end of the zip line and set it ablaze. The crew left no trace of them being there.

"This is Bile, your pilot." An airship called in from a distance, and after twenty seconds, the crew walked onto the aircraft. Crescent removed his mask and watched as the Nightclub faded from his view. Jaune exhaled deeply as the side door of the airship blocked his view of the city.