AN: Special Thanks goes to Story's Shadow for writing this amazing heist chapter, I highly recommend checking out his other amazing work. Unto the heist my good friends.
-Warehouse, Down-Town Palm City-
Ms. Black and Mr. Sanchez sit in chairs, debating.
"I understand your concern, but if we can are able to use these weapons we'll have another edge against the Street Demons," Mr. Sanchez said.
"At what cost? Even in the right hands, it's possible that there's something about them we don't know yet. It's to great a risk to use them, let alone to our men," Ms. Black replied.
"There's a risk to everything. This heist is a risk, a big one. These weapons could bring us a better chance at taking down these guys. Fight fire with fire," Mr. Sanchez said.
"I have no interest in seeing my city burn," Ms. Black growled.
Mr. Sanchez sighed, his mind racing. Ms. Black crossed her arms, a frown on her face. They sat like that for several minutes, each one going over thoughts they could use to strengthen and prove their argument was right.
"Say we get into a fight and we use our usual weapons. Stick to what we know, not always a bad idea. But if we run out of bullets, or they're weaponry is able to suppress ours we need a way of fighting back. Because right now, in terms of firepower, they have the advantage in sheer raw power. We both have a lot of men who work for us, but to get better weapons unlike theirs would take time through different levels. They can just grab those weapons off the bat and get into the fight! We need to level the playing field!" Mr. Sanchez argued.
Ms. Black listened to what he had to say and thought about his reasoning.
"I have several people in law enforcement working for me. They do have some high-power weapons and I won't deny they aren't on the same level or most aren't on the same level as these weapons. Say they're used and the Street Demons engage in a fight with us even in a remotely populated area. These weapons have a dangerous area of effect when fired. They could hit a civilian even if they're not the target. And what would some people say about our employees using them? Perhaps they'd say they're using them for better reasons, but some would argue it would make them just as dangerous. That wouldn't be the case, but I don't have everyone in the system working for me and they will ask questions if these weapons are seen with some of my people using them even though they don't know they're working for me. What then?" Ms. Black replied.
Mr. Sanchez rubbed his chin, considering what she said. Both had points, they needed a new advantage against the Street Demons and these weapons could be useful. It was also possible these weapons being used against one another could damage the city and likely injure or kill civilians.
"Destroying these weapons could mean we lose our shot at least keeping them at bay. We need something to fight them off or they'll overpower our men in a fight possibly rather easily or at least eventually. They have big guns," Mr. Sanchez said.
"They're compensating for something," Ms. Black replied.
Mr. Sanchez couldn't help but laugh at this, with Ms. Black joining him.
"Still, we need to figure out how to get this situation to where we can at least keep them from getting in better footholds. We need something to lock them in place," Mr. Sanchez said.
Ms. Black rubbed her chin for a few moments.
"I have some employees, a few veterans who I have working as security or muscle that might be able to look into these weapons. With a private investigator or two with them, perhaps they could be able to find out the details of these weapons. Granted, I have people searching for their origins and I will hear from them. Perhaps they could give us some information on how to work against them, or at least know how they operate in a more detailed manner," Ms. Black said.
"So we don't destroy them?" Mr. Sanchez replied.
"No, not now at least. Let's see what we can uncover from another angle," Ms. Black said.
Jordan, Mira, Mazoku, and a few of Mr. Sanchez's mean prepare themselves. They get their vehicles ready and prepare the weapons they have.
"All right. We get past the service gate at the and setup in the hangar. We've got a gift from one of our powerful friends," Jordan said.
"Just one? You think we'd get more," Mazoku scoffed.
"The Street Demons have the airport locked down tight. We need to be careful. There couldn't too much loaded into the hangar as it would make them suspicious as the airport is still used by civilians. So this needs to have a degree of subtlety," Jordan said.
"So shut up and get ready," Mira hissed.
Mazoku rolled his eyes.
"Alright gang, load up We're heading out," Jordan called out.
The group got into their vehicles and headed out.
-Palm City International Airport, several minutes later-
Jordan directed the group to the service gate and they waited as the guards came.
"Identification," one of the guards said.
Each of the group handed them the fake ID's, the guard looked them over and nodded.
"Go on ahead," the guard said.
Jordan nodded to him. The group slowly drove through the airport grounds and made their way to the hangar. They went inside and a large crate was put in the back. Jordan opened it to find a sniper rifle with a modified scope and silencer.
"Ok, I'll admit...that's nice," Mazoku said.
"You want to do the honors of watching our back with this?" Jordan offered him.
Mazoku took the rifle with a smile he couldn't hide.
"Head to the top. If things go bad, they'll be coming. I hope you're a accurate and quick shot," Jordan said.
"Don't worry. This beauty and I'll take of you all. Now get going," Mazoku grunted.
Jordan, Mira, and the rest carefully moved along the grounds. Eventually they spotted some of the Street Demons. They were laughing and showing off the weapons they already had. They carefully made their way behind a corner to listen in.
"You sure we can't open the crates for the new toys?" One asked.
"Damn it man, you know as well as I do we can't. The new boss wants it taken away so it can be given to the higher ups," another said.
"*Scoffs* That's some bastard, we deserve those weapons," the first said.
"C'mon on, we gotta keep making our run," another said.
They headed in the direction of the group. Jordan started to reach for his weapon. As the Street Demons made it around the corner, they each dropped dead with a few seconds in between their deaths. Jordan and a few of Sanchez's men grabbed them before their bodies and weapons could fall. A red hole was in their heads. Jordan looked towards the hanger and gave a thumbs up. They placed the bodies and weapons in a nearby lines of bushes.
"Let's move," Jordan said.
The group hurried towards the hangar the Street Demons were just guarding. Several more of the Street Demons stand move out of the hangar into the open. The group ambush them. Near half of the Street Demons get shot down by Mazoku. Jordan, Mira, and Sanchez's mean fight them hand to hand or use their weapons as blunt instruments to knock them out. Jordan brutally knocked out a few with his bare hands back to back. Mira slammed the butt of her gun into the face of another. Sanchez's men quickly knocked out the rest of the men with both their fists and the butt of their guns.
"Let's go!" Jordan said.
The group hurries into the hangar finding several crates. Each of them grab a case in each hand. Some of them grunt in surprise at the weight, but manage to take them.
"Hurry! Back to the hanger!" Jordan called out.
The group rushes back towards the hangar. Mazoku stays where he's at for a few moments longer, making sure to make a visual sweep of the surrounding area. He then made his way back to the others. They all packed the crates into their vehicles and got into them. Not far, some of the Street Demons see their fellow gang members on the ground and see the group starting to leave in their vehicles. They called out and hurried off somewhere.
"Let's go!" Mira called out.
They made their way back to the service gate and got onto the road. They tried to go a usual speed to avoid suspicion. But soon they heard gunshots. They felt and heard the bullets peppering their vehicles. Jordan reached for his comm device in his vehicle.
"They've made us! Haul ass!" Jordan called out.
The group blazed through the road and managed to see their pursuers on motorcycles with weapons in hand. They weren't the usual weapons, but one hand yet automatic weapons.
'Damn these bastard's,' Mira thought.
They raced into a more abandoned part of the city, but there were some people who managed to see the chase.
"These guys aren't giving up!" One of Sanchez's men called out.
"Then let's punish 'em for it!" Mazoku said.
One of the Street Demons was getting closer to Mazoku who made a swift turn about and the man on the motorcycle tried to angle his ride to follow him, but he lost control and skidded across the ground into a pile of concrete. Mazoku slid in front of the Street Demons who barely managed to stop and raced off to join the others who had slowed down.
"Nice move!" Mira called out.
The Street Demons raced after them. Jordan reversed suddenly and partially turned which caused one of the motorists flew forward and slammed into a tree nearby when they couldn't avoid hitting him. Some of their pursuer's leapt onto Jordan's car and tried bashing it open with their weapons.
"Ah hell naw!" Jordan growled.
He rolled down his left front window and reached and grabbed one of them by their leg. He pulled them down and they hit the ground below. He quickly pulled up his window. Sanchez's men swerved and slammed the motorists with the sides of their cars. Not just a minute or so later they heard sirens in the distance.
"We gotta go!" Jordan called out.
The group raced away. But the motorists managed to corner them several minutes later. The group quickly rushed forward and the motorists managed to move out of the way. The motorists started to make a half a circle around them and pushed them into an abandoned building. They cornered them and the group charges again. But one of the motorists leaps onto Jordan's vehicle again.
"Damn it!" Jordan grunted.
He rolled his window down and reached for them. But the member quickly grabbed him.
"Ah! You little shit!" Jordan hissed.
Another Street Demon raced forward and grabbed Jordan as well. The two managed to pull him out. His vehicle stopped after several feet and hit a wall.
"Agh! You bastard!" Jordan snarled.
One of the Street Demons punched him.
"No!" Mira shouted.
She raced towards them.
"Don't!" Mazoku called out.
He and Sanchez's men followed.
As they raced forward, something hit them from the side. One of the motorists had jumped into Jordan's car and rammed them from the side. The group was in shock for a moment. The Street Demons managed to pull them out of the vehicles after several minutes with great difficulty.
"You bastard's thought you could steal from us?!" One of the Street Demons screeched.
"Isn't that we just did, bitch?" Jordan scoffed.
The same Street Demon kicked him. Jordan grunted in pain.
"You bitch!" Mira snarled.
"Shut up!" One of them said, pointing their gun at her.
"Let's put them in the ground and get the weapons back. Boss is gonna be happy to hear this," another said.
Suddenly there was a loud crack and a cry of pain. Everyone turned to see someone in dark clothing with their face hidden and a baseball bat in hand rush forward. The individual swung the bat in a wide arc. The bat hit every gang member in its path.
"What the?" Jordan grunted.
The individual slammed a fist into another gangster's face as they slammed the bat into another's. The rest of the Street Demons raced towards them, starting to raise their guns.
The individual picked up to of the fallen gangster's weapons and aimed and fired at the Street Demons. The group thought they could hear the individual yelling, but the gunfire was so loud they weren't sure. They turned back and the rest of the group's pursuers were on the ground. The individual dropped the weapons. The group started to get up.
"Whoa, uh, thanks man," Jordan said.
The individual nodded. The sirens were starting to get closer and the group turned in their direction.
"Damn, we gotta get going guys. Hey man, what's your-?" Jordan said and at the last part turned to the masked individual.
But they were gona.
"*Chuckles* Not bad," Mazoku said.
"Let's go!" Jordan called out.
The group hurried to their vehicles and rushed off.
-Abandoned warehouse, several minutes later-
The group pulled into the warehouse. Ms. Black, Mr. Sanchez, and N were waiting for them. Beside them are a few briefcases. The group exited their vehicles and brought the cases they had to them.
"Good work, I'm glad you're all back," Ms. Black said.
"Hope you stuck it to those bastard's," N added.
"This will really help in the long run," Mr. Sanchez added.
"Yeah...hey, uh...we gotta talk," Jordan said.
They explained everything from getting to the service entrance to the masked individual.
"Well, this is a surprise," Mr. Sanchez said.
"Sounds like we have a vigilante in the city," N said.
Ms. Black rubbed her chin in contemplation.
"Ma'am?" Mira said.
Ms. Black looked back to them.
"As promised, your reward," Ms. Black said, a hand gesturing at the briefcases.
The group looked into them and saw rows of cash. They grinned.
"Nice," Mira chuckled.
"Go home and get some rest, all of you. When it comes time to continue, you'll be called," Ms. Black said.
"Brother, got get yourself fixed up," N said as he patted Jordan's back.
"Yeah," Jordan grunted.
The group got into their vehicles with their cash and left.
"I'll call my people. Let's hope this works out," Ms. Black said.
"Who do you think they were talking about?" Mr. Sanchez asked.
"Sounds like someone who doesn't like the Street Demons. Which is fine with me," N chuckled.
Ms. Black didn't say anything. She just pulled out her phone and dialed a number...