It had been a few days, and there had been some issues. Mainly, the girls liked to bicker due to various reasons. Many due to the fact there were more mouths to feed, and not enough income. Slayer didn't eat, but Daisy and Nixera did, and that's what the main source of grief was. However, what the 2 of them had told the Slayer about their past raids on the White Fang had inspired him, and thus he had the 2 of them do scouting missions of White Fang activities and bases while he and Marion worked. And in between his personal R&D, some of which included giving his Praetor Suit an Aura reader, allowing the meters for himself and his team to show up on his HUD, he was going through the collected data.

It was during some particularly nasty squabble, that he found a solution, at least for the short term. "Ladies, your attention," he says loudly, which was enough to get their attention, as they knew what would happen if they didn't give it to him. "Based on what Nixera and Daisy have learned, we might be able to help alleviate our income issues," he says as he pulls up some plans on screen. "You 2 normally raid small trades. Dust being handed over for Lien. But you always avoided the big jobs. Warehouses, with lots of guards." He continues, showing some of the plans. "Well, that's exactly what we're doing. We're hitting one."

"How?" Nixera asks as she looks at the plans. "I mean, how could we deal with the security monitors, the guards, AND get the goods? And we need a lookout in case of trouble! And there's 4 of us, we can't...why the shit eating grin?" She asked as the Slayer was wearing such a grin, after her mini rant.

"Repeat that again, but slower," he says, Nixera raising an eyebrow, unsure where he was headed.

"We'd have to deal with the security monitors," she says slowly, and at this Slayer points towards Marion, "the guards, of which there's a fuckton, by the way," she goes on, and the Slayer points at himself, "get...the goods," Nixera continues, and as she predicted, Slayer pointed towards Daisy, as she started to realize where he was going. "And I'm the lookout in this little heist you've planned, aren't I? I think I see where you're going, but...elaborate. I have a hunch where your head's at, but..."

"But you'd rather hear it from me," the Slayer says with a chuckle, and by now Marion and Daisy were leaning forward. "Well, it's simple. You ARE correct, you're our lookout. And also our infiltration and exfiltration method. You're getting everyone into position, as well as out of it," he explains to their confused looks. "Spend enough time in the military, and some things you'll pick up and never put down," he chuckles. "Don't worry about doing us as a group, you'd be putting each of us in a different place anyway. Marion, you're part of the distraction. You'd find your way into the security booth, to where the guard on duty is watching the monitors," he points on the on screen blueprint. "He's likely bored. And...lonely. You can help him...think of something that isn't a security monitor," he says. "But don't worry, I'm not asking you to do something you're uncomfortable with. IE, you can keep your clothes on."

"I was worried there for a minute," Marion says, letting go the breath she didn't know she was holding. "So I what, lap dance him?"

"It doesn't have to be like that. Maybe just get him to vent his troubles. Hell, if he lets slip something important, make a mental note," he answers her.

"What if say, he's got a key or something?" Marion asks.

"You send a message to Nixera, who'll Blink in, grab the key, Blink to Daisy, then Blink back to her lookout," he explains. "So yes, Daisy, you'll be the one doing all the actual grabbing of this operation. Everything else will depend on you, the rest of us are pretty much there to make things easier," he says as he turns towards the rabbit.

"So I'll want to come loaded with bags and whatnot, to carry out as much as I can," she says while tapping her chin. "We'd need a little bit of shopping beforehand so I have enough."

"Which is doable. But we also shouldn't take too much. A, it's too risky if we're there for too long, B, you don't want to be weighed down in case a quick exit is needed, and C, if the 4 of us become TOO much of a pain in their asses...they'll want to come for us," he says, and the rest nod grimly. Maybe if we were better defended here, we could risk taking more. But not now, He thinks.

"Now, I understand what YOUR role in this is, and why," Daisy comments. "Argument is that you'd likely have the most fun," she admits with a dark chuckle, but then gets serious again. "But I have a request. PLEASE, whatever you do,...no killing. I know you're QUITE capable of doing so," she says, almost pleading with the Slayer for her request, "but many of them are as misguided as I was, I'm sure of it. Many of them, in the right circumstances, would turn against them I'm sure. I'm not saying ALL of them would, but...many. And I don't want you killing any potential future allies," she says, on her knees now, but is stopped when the Slayer pats her head, right between her ears.

"Relax," he says, Daisy calming down as he rubs her head. "I'll just break Auras. And knock them out. I won't kill any of them," he says, a little engrossed in patting Daisy's head. It's almost like I'm with MY Daisy again, he thinks to himself.

"Ok, you can stop now," Daisy says, pulling away after having had her fill. "So..." all the girls look at the blueprints, their roles in the heist. "Fuck, this might actually work. There...is a minor issue. In case things go south, I don't want them knowing who I am. I need to hide my identity. I mean, sure, a mask is one thing but..." she looks around at everyone. "You all can't call me Daisy on this mission. Or even Barbaric Bunny, or a variation of."

"I've thought of code names," the Slayer says, and all eyes turn towards him. "You can be Flower, unless you have a better idea," he explains. "Nixera, you can be...Quiet. Yes, as in your actual code name would be Quiet," he says to her confused look. "Let's just say, in my world, there's a famous fictional sniper named Quiet. And I thini it's the only one...you wouldn't find offensive."

"Quiet..." Nixera tries out. "That can work. But for Daisy, couldn't you say something like, Rose?" She asks.

"There already is a Rose. That one girl, Ruby, up at Beacon," Marion says. "I think it'd be in bad taste if we accidentally frame her."

"Ok, ok. I was just thinking because, deadly flower? Thorns? Speaking of...who will you be Red Witch?" Nixera asks with hands on her hips.

Before Marion could answer her, Slayer does. "That." They look at him with confusion, until he elaborates. "Or...Scarlet Witch? That could also work," he admits, not wanting to openly admit his inspiration. "Hell, sort of related? Daisy, you could also be Black Widow."

"Let me guess...an assassin you know?" The bunny asks.

"Sort of," he admits. "She's fictional too."

"It leads to the final question," Marion asks. "Which you can likely guess. Unless you're telling me you're just sticking with Slayer."

"I could, I'll admit," he laughs. "But it's not the only title I've been given in the past. I've also been called the Hellwalker. And the Unchained Predator," he says with a dark chuckle. Among others. But you need not know those now. "So, I think for now...just Predator will do," he decides. Though I AM a bit like a Yautja. I have the shoulder weapon, AND the wrist blade. Lack the cloak/active camo, but close enough.

"So...what all other details should we go over?" Nixera asks. They go over the small details, and spend a few days preparing, training, and more, all for the mission. Daisy got plenty of belt pouches and a backpack, complaining about what the overall weight would become, but quieted down when the Slayer promised that once he figured out how to make pocket dimension technology work for Remnant, they would each get something, adding "And if I can do it, I'll find a way to do a group shared dimension, so one person can put one thing in, and a different person pulls it out." They also got hands free kits for their Scrolls, except for the Slayer for obvious reasons. And the Slayer himself got as much ammo as he could, for the guns he could, which was limited to shells and bullets. Remnant had rockets, but they were pricey, and it was harder to obtain through means that couldn't be traced back to him. And plasma cells weren't something Remnant had, period.

The night came for the heist soon enough. They checked and rechecked everything, from their hands free kits, to ammunition. Slayer double checked all his systems as he put his helmet on. They made their way to the rendezvous point, where Nixera would set up, and double checked on the warehouse, and that everyone there was where they were supposed to be. "Everyone ready?" The Slayer asked, everyone nodding solemnly. "Then let's do it."

Marion was first to be Blinked into position, just outside the door to the security room. She swallowed, mentally reviewing what she had been told. Her mark was almost the same type of patron she reguarly served, and should be easy to distract, she thought as she opened the door. "Hey, who are you?" Her mark asked, reaching for his radio, but she stopped him before he could get to it.

"I'm all you ever wanted sweetheart," she purred, subtly manipulating him to give her his full attention. "I'm tonight's entertainment," she continues to purr out, grabbing a hip flask she had brought for the mission, and some glasses, and poured them some whiskey. She could see in his eyes, that he was already entranced, as she spun his chair away from the monitors. "No getting distracted sweetie," she says as they each drink a shot. "I want you all to myself."

"Yes ma'am," the poor chump responds, becoming more entranced as she sat on his lap, not even noticing as she reached over him to disable various alarms and audio, but subtly enough. "Tonight, you're all mine," she purrs, as they each take some drinks, his eyes fully glued to her, and not the monitors, fully unaware of what was about to happen.

Slayer and Daisy were already in position, both hiding for now. Nixera was in her lookout position, scoping out Marion through a window. She could see that the man inside was already bewitched, and the alarms and mics were down, so there couldn't be any squawking for help. "Scarlet Witch has entranced," she says into her own mic. "Predator, lose the chains."

"Aye aye," the Slayer responds, pumping his shotgun as he steps out. "Let's make some noise," he growls angrily as he decides on Into Sandy's City, as the music for the night, as he starts blasting guards, and he notices many rushing his position. Inwardly however, he was quite pleased. True, it didn't really do much to accomplish his TRUE goal. But hey, it helped give resources towards it. And he had given all the girls standing orders to keep their eyes/ears open for any intel the White Fang had. Plus, if all went well, this would prove some things. Like they could work together as a team, the first fundamental rule of any team. Granted, if we did things the way Wizard of Oz did things, we'd gang up on some Grimm. But, this is close enough.

It would also push them to improve themselves. Marion needed better emotional manipulation, and for all the Slayer knew, beyond. Imagine her mind tricking White Fang into thinking that we're not the team they're looking for, he thought with an inward chuckle, even as he blasted his way around the guards.

Nixera needed better Blinking abilities, though the Slayer had to admit their current situation didn't really train her for that. Well, except for getting us in and out. Hell, in that respect, other codenames that'd fit her would be Foehammer. Or Pequod. Especially if she can get us out while taking fire. On the plus side too, she's doing good so far as the lookout. I'll admit, that while so far I don't know them all that well, if I had to pick a second in command...

And finally, Daisy herself needed better Disregard, which hopefully could extend through cameras. They had even tested this, learning that for Marion, she may not notice Daisy normally, but even a camera between them, with no distance changed, broke the spell. So yeah, Daisy needs to be better at hiding. Maybe she can even "vanish" in the middle of a battle. THAT, would be very useful.

And finally, the Slayer had to admit to himself, that this mission would be a learning experience, for himself. True, he was the best warrior, in ALL of existence, or at least the best he knew, careful not to get over-confident in that regard. But while he could fight...the real question was could he lead. He knew very well that people always looked up to those with the most experience. And when things go VERY wrong, put them in charge. And his gut told him that day might come. The Sentinels themselves had, back when he was their king. Earth likely would've crowned him, had he asked. Many were already considering him their god. So he felt that the burden of leadership would become his to bear, and he had a feeling the day may come when it would extend to more than just his team. Someday, when I'm able to come out of the shadows, reveal myself again to Remnant while their chips are down, I'm sure I'll have to be giving orders, to MANY of them.

He even chuckled inwardly, he punched a guard unconscious. Oh it would be a site if Wizard of Oz and Tinman were accepting him into their ranks. Especially because he knew there was one fundamental weakness he possessed, that all men called to be heroes possessed. The fact he couldn't be everywhere at once. So in a way, I'll have to wear the crown of Remnant, as I once did for the Night Sentinels.

Nixera was watching his work through her scope, and double checked on Marion. "Predator is Unchained," she says into her mic, checking for more guards. From what she saw through the windows, the warehouse was empty. "Black Widow, you're up."

Daisy had watched as all the guards rushed out, past her hiding spot, as she emerged. It was odd she had to admit, the feeling of working as a team, and not just with Nix. But it was a nice feeling, nonetheless. She started searching for Lien, snatching up as much as she could. Her own orders were to ignore Dust, at least for now. "Stomachs before guns," the Slayer had said, and she understood, as this is what she had done plenty of. The main difference was the team was bigger, and so was the score. She found plenty of Lien, enough that it should alleviate their problems, at least for a little while by her quick mental math, at least she thought. No WAY am I bothering to do the exact numbers now. She even found a map of Vale, with various targets marked, what looked like other operations, and she snapped a pic on her Scroll, as well as a schedule of operations. But one entry made her blood freeze.

"Shit shit shit," she said into her mic. "Quiet, I just found intel that says Adam will be doing an inspection of this place. And he's due any minute now," she says with slight panic. "How's the skies?"

Nixera also froze initially upon hearing the news, scanning the skies, until she found it, a bullhead on the horizon, approaching fast. "Company, 20 minutes out, approaching from the northeast," she says into her mic. "We do NOT want to be here when Adam is."

If the Slayer was doing this all by himself, he wouldn't have cared, and would've welcomed the chance to fight one of the White Fang bosses. But he also knew that his team wasn't ready for that, and he had to pull back. "Black Widow, what's the score?"

"Enough sir," Daisy responds. "Can't carry much more. Orders?"

"We're pulling out," Slayer orders. "Black Widow, Scarlet Witch, then myself."

"Roger," Nixera says, Blinking to Daisy, and after a check she was secure, Blinking her back to the rendezvous point. "Black Widow is back in the web," she says into her mic for the others' benefit. Marion had made her mark pass out from booze, and was already collecting her flask and glasses, and waving to the window. Nixera wasted no time in Blinking into the room, and getting her out of there. "Scarlet Witch is back in the coven," she reports. "All that is left is to chain up the Predator."

Slayer had just knocked out another guard, now starting to hear the approaching Bullhead's engines, just as Nixera had Blinked in, grabbed him, and Blinked out. "Let's get out of here," he orders, as everyone makes their way back home, double checking that they weren't being followed.

Once they got back home, they all exhaled massive sighs of relief, even as Marion checked on her sister, Nixera and Daisy started to count their winnings. "So, how much did I get?" Daisy asked, as Marion came back.

"Wow..." Nixera says, and Marion's eyes widen too. "There's enough here to keep us afloat, at least for a few weeks." She says, and as everyone looks around at each other, they all start to laugh, even the Slayer after taking his helmet off, though his was quieter, but the smile was still there.

"We...we did it. We actually pulled that off. WE'RE A TEAM!" Marion shouts, hugging Nixera.

"Hey, I want in too!" Daisy says with a huff, but still happy about the mission.

"Then get in here," Nixera says with the broadest smile she had in a long time, then turns towards the Slayer. "And you too! That's an order. But...change out of your armor first," she commands in a half-joking tone.

"Yes ma'am," the Slayer responds with a half-salute, heading into his room to do so. Once he's back out, he joins in the group hug.

"I officially take back everything I complained about, calling you 2 Bacon and Legs," Marion says while beaming at the others.

"No problem, Red Witch," Nixera says, and they share a laugh, noticing the Slayer grabbing his Scroll.

"Pizza and beer?" The Slayer asks.

"OH FUCK YES!" Daisy says as he browses the menu and orders. "Yes, it's a splurge, but...that was our first proper mission together. And we didn't have to fight some Grimm like a Beacon team. Oh we are SO loading up on that. And then..." she glances towards Nixera with a hungry look. "Dessert."

"Normally, I'd complain. But now...I'd just say to keep it down you 2," Marion says with a chuckle. "SOME of us don't have that luxury."

"Slayer, you're ordered to keep her company tonight, and make her scream," Nixera says with a chuckle. "You HAVE to be packing, right?"

"Actually, last time I checked, YOU were the one who wanted to 'chain up the Predator.' Kinky one aren't you?" He fires back, and Nixera turns bright red.

"Th-that was just because I wanted to use your codename effectively!" She stammers out, pizza and beer soon arriving.

"Nix, get me drunk enough and I might get in a mood where I feel that sharing is caring," Daisy purrs lustfully, Nixera growing redder as the beers are passed out.

"H-here's to our first heist," she says as they clink their freshly opened bottles together.

"Wait, before we drink," Marion says, and links an arm with the Slayer, as well as Nixera. "Well, come on Daisy," she says, and Daisy joins in too, so that when they drink, it's with locked arms. The night was long, as they enjoyed themselves, with lots of pizza and beer, glad that nobody had to drive that night.