Dallas, Hoxton, Chains, and Wolf needed to come up with a plan to turn this little outbreak into a big score. Surprisingly enough Dallas came up with the plan this time. On a rather slow news day the Payday Crew walked into the Fairview Police Station with their masks on and unarmed and requested to see the police chief. Since they were not turning themselves in nor were they confessing of a crime they could not be arrested and were taken to see the chief.
"Hey. What's up chief?" Dallas said in a very calm tone.
"Uh…" The chief responded, "What can I do for you gentlemen?"
"We have a proposition for you." Hoxton replied, "As we both know the Fairview Bank is inside the area known now as the quarantine zone with all of the infected of this little bug that has been going around recently. What we say we shall do is that we go in there and get the money out of the bank and in return you call the guys up in the Supreme Court or Guantanamo Bay or whoever wants to lock us up and say we are no longer Tango Primary. Got it?"
"Uh… Sure. If you can get all of the money out of the vault and bring it to me without a single cent missing I can have that arranged." Said the chief and they shook hands and the deal was struck.
The barricades keeping the infected in the quarantine zone were mostly hastily made wooden barricades and tightly parked police and SWAT vehicles. Armed guards paced back and forth along the length of the barricades and greeted the Payday Crew with tentative looks. The head patrol man dressed in heavy SWAT gear approached them.
"You the guys the chief sent?" The Patrol Officer asked.
"Yep." replied Wolf, "You got our equipment?"
"I do." The Patrol Officer said, "We looked at the security footage of the Garnet Building heist and got the same equipment you used then."
The Patrol Officer went to a van and opened up the back of it. Inside were guns, lots of them. AK rifles, Silenced SMGs, side arms of every description, even a Brenner 21 machine gun and a GL-40 grenade launcher. The Payday Crew ran and grabbed all of them and as much ammo as they could carry.
The Patrol Officer then handed Hoxton a ring of keys and an index card with a code on it and said, "Those keys open all of the doors and ATMs in the bank. That code will get you into the vault."
Hoxton then turned to Dallas, Chains and Wolf and said, "Just like First World Bank but easier. Right guys?"
"Yep." They all replied, and with that they guards let the Payday Crew past the barricades and made their way to the bank.
The quarantine zone was not like any of them expected. Instead of lots of buildings with police tape on the doors and wrapped in plastic with warning signs on them they saw a lot of dead people, and a lot of blood. The Payday Crew found it hard to take a step without stepping on some dead body and bloody handprints and smears covered the walls of the buildings. Hoxton crouched down and inspected one of the bodies.
"Damn, whatever killed this guy really wanted to make sure he was dead." Hoxton said.
"Ugh! What the fuck is that stuff oozing from his mouth?" Wolf asked.
"I don't know but it smells like shit." Dallas replied, "Hoxton don't touch it."
They kept going through the seemingly abandoned blocks of Fairview that are now the quarantine zone. One question was nagging at the back of their heads as they walked through the desolate empty streets, and Chains finally asked it.
"Hey guys. If this is a place that got hit with a disease, where are all the sick people?" Chains asked.
"I don't know." Said Wolf, "But I think that huge mob running at us has something to do with it."
There were at least fifty of them. All of them were people, but they all have seen better days. All of them looked like something out of a zombie movie. They were all covered in cuts, scratches, bruises, bite marks; even some of them were missing arms. They stopped at nothing, if they reached an obstacle they climbed over it. If one of them fell over they just trampled that member of the horde. Chains, who won a game of rock paper scissors against Dallas, pulled out the Brenner-21 and opened fire, the hordes of infected no match for the power of the machine gun.
One the people who the Payday Crew assumed were the infected continued down the street. When passing a restaurant Hoxton took his mask off and took in the smells. Aside from the looming smell of death he could definitely make out the smell of food.
"Hey guys." Hoxton said turning towards Dallas, Wolf and Chains, "Lunch break anybody?"
"Hell yeah! Free all you can eat!" Chains shouted happily.
They all went inside looked around to see what the kitchen had. They searched everywhere but only found disgusting stale bread sticks and a few bits of pepperoni that was going to be used for pizzas.
"Damn, nothing in the kitchens. I'll check the pantry." Hoxton said as he made his way to the pantry door.
What Hoxton found in the pantry was not what he expected. It was an infected man, but this one was fat. Fat was more of an understatement, this infected man was morbidly obese. The infected man seemed to have gotten in the pantry and eaten almost everything. It stood on a pair of short stumpy legs and had a massive glutinous belly. It looked at Hoxton with the same look you would get if you caught somebody watching dirty videos, making stomach gurgling noises and not moving. This continued for about thirty seconds and then the fat infected man went back to eating everything in the pantry.
"Hey. Get out of there we want some." Hoxton said but to no use, the fat infected man ignored him.
Then Hoxton got out his Bronco 44 millimeter revolver and said, "Look fatso. You got ten seconds to get out or I pull the trigger." and pointed the gun at the infected man's head.
Ten seconds passed, and the infected man did not leave. Hoxton pulled the trigger and the infected man exploded in a blast of bile and chunks of flesh.