Jacket looked at the sunset he was so used to seeing all those years ago. Driving in the DeLorean soaked in Russian blood, ordering pizza or watching a movie, arriving home to a clean apartment with the company of a kidnapped girl who might have had Stockholm Syndrome. He always preferred instant gratification rather than long time rewards so robbing banks came naturally. Thank God the US never escalated into full blown nuclear war... Certain areas were still irradiated and you weren't allowed to go but other than that, it was the same. Beside him was Sydney, who he met coincidentally on the beach enjoying the irradiated sunrise. Rather strange how things turn out in the end.

*beep* you have *one* new message. *click* "Hi, this is Sue from the shop. We need you over at 22nd & Est Street ASAP. Make sure to bring your tools!"

Richard took his silenced SMG and made his way to the address of the Russians. It was routine at this point. Enter, kill, exit, repeat.

He kicked the door off the hinges straight onto a Russian. He proceeded to bash his head against the wall till he was convulsing and gargling his own blood: all routine. Richard continued into the next room and sprayed it, killing all mobsters inside. More came out of the next door so he just fired away: all routine. He was just doing what came natural. It was like that four three floors. He gouged a guys eyes out with his thumbs, strangled a Russian with a telephone cable and drowned a particularly large Russian in a bathtub: all routine. Final floor had one guy. As Richard entered, he jumped out of the window, knowing what Richard would do would be a lot worse than a fall from a building.

Richard made his way back to the DeLorean and got to bask in that same beautiful sunset he had seen many times over...

Jacket woke to his phone ringing loudly, serving as an alarm clock. Jacket was never a liability (not usually) and had always served well. He could pull off just about anything with the right gear from picking the Murkywater Warehouse clean to storming the FBI office single handedly and walking out with barely a scratch so it was where Dallas would start.

"Hey Jacket... I need to get us back together and I need you. Do you know where any of the others are?"

'Sydney is a tow- *click*. Location known.' The feminine voice replied mechanically.

"Do you know where?"

'Miami, Florida is wi-*click*. The home is-.'

"Wait, with you?"

'You are correct. Please accept your prize.' He had the voice say, adding that end part just to be a dick.

Dallas sighs over the line.

'In some cultures, sighing is believed to shorten ones lifespan and is frowned upon. This was widely accepted throughout the 1500s.'

"Okay, quit being an asshole. Could you put Sydney through?" Dallas asks, annoyed.

'Sydney i-*click* sleeping can be beneficial for ones health, releasing stress and relaxing muscles *tape rewind*. Please accept this notion.'

"But it's five in the afternoon!"

'Sleep deprevation is more common than you may think. 1 in 6 young adults are affected by sleep deprevation due to stress and prolonged periods of work without rests. Insomnia is often a symptom of greater mental health issues. Insomnia may be a side effect of medication: please see your local doctor if you suffer from sleep deprevation.'

"Yeah, I got the message..." he says in an aggravated tone. "Well I'm trying to get the gang back so if you want to help, get back to DC by this week."

'Vacations are a great way of relaxation, see the back of the pamphlet for more deta-*click*.'

"It's been two months! 'Vacation' is over! I need you people."

'This can be arrang- *tape rewind* *click*.'

Dallas hung up the phone feeling like he accomplished something and he did. Now, on to Hoxton. This was gonna take longer than he had originally intended it to be.

Yeah, I'm all for that not even lowkey Jacket x Sydney but I am keeping this story about...the story and not fucking romance so calm your tits, ya hooligans.