It was the heist of the century, or at least that's what they told you. Working in the seedy underground of Denver with your three cousins Tony, Antonio, and Tony and lets not forget the guy who ran the old run down cleaners - Dustin. You called him Dusty on account of how he was always dusting, but enough about them, this was about the score of a lifetime.

A mini-mall recently opened up and was making a killing on their lotto and candy machines, there was hundreds of dollars at stake and you were just the bad boys of Denver to bust it wide open.

"Baseball bats. We'll use baseball bats."

"The wood kind?"

"Don't be stupid. I think there's a metal one behind the old bike shop."

A forty minute argument ensued on who would be the bat boy. All you knew was it wouldn't be you. You had a very important job to do that none of the other men were willing to do and arguably was the most important part of it all. Once it was settled and Tony, no not that Tony, the other one, picked the long straw; you all set on your way to the mini mall, but that's when something happened that all of your calculations couldn't save you from.

While you were greasing yourself up with oils so that you could slide through the back window of one of the stores and get the skeleton key for the entire place, there were a few popping sounds, rather loud, right outside of your place of business. You'd never heard the sound before, but you were almost certain it wasn't good. Opening the door and then sliding straight into the now dead body of Dusty, you just knew that something was off. He was bleeding all over, and there was no real way to prevent it; or at least trying to plug up one of the holes with a piece of paper didn't work.

What was happening? Your mind raced. You wanted to run but you knew that your slippery legs couldn't take you very far and that's when the door sprung open. It was a man you'd never seen before, he walked towards you and went to touch your face to do some dramatic mafia thing, but the grease all around you was too much for him to bare. As he slipped onto the floor and his gun flashed, you watched horrifically as he took off his own face. It was a bit jarring, but you didn't have time to react properly before hearing more voices outside.

"I thought you said they didn't have guns? Lets get the fuck out of here."

That's all you heard as you slowly sunk to the floor surrounded by your dead friends, a car starting up and quickly driving off. You would never know exactly what had happened here, but all you knew for sure was that the mafia in Denver would never be the same again. Also, Tony would be pretty mad.

KingRevan - Absolution

The planning was flawless, the execution not so much.  Tony is dead, Dustin is just lying there bleeding out. What the fuck happened?  Was there a rat or simply shit luck?  Either way, the score is 1/10th of what it should be and the heat is on.  You hear the door slowly open. Turning your head, expecting Miles to come through to tell you the coast is clear. Instead of Miles, a fluffy blonde by the name of Geoffrey steps through the door with his gun pointed right at you.

Turning first to look at the dead Tony, you begin to wonder if this is your fate as well. Dustin is lying there half dead with the paper towels soaking through with his blood. Lastly you turn to Geoffrey just in time to see Miles knock him out with a gun butt to the top of his head. You sigh in relief and grab Dustin. Tony would be too much to grab right now and you take one last look back. With the help of Miles you get Dustin to the car and race out to leave him at the emergency door of the nearest hospital.

Dustin left unconscious shouldn't be a problem but you need to get back to your boss immediately. Problems lay ahead and you need to be quick to get the boss and everyone else on the same page immediately. War was coming.

BlueBelle - The Bartenders Collective

You see the door slowly open and you clinch ready to lay down anyone trying finish off the crew.

“What the Fuck!”

Flexx was stunned, he couldn’t believe what was going on. He had to find out what went down. The plan was perfect, but was never executed. How did they get the drop on the crew.  Taga walks in with his hands up hoping he didn’t get shot as he creeped in.

“Someone had to talk, Tony is Dead, and Dustin,”

He pauses for a moment.

“He wont make it if we don’t move now. Are you hit?”

Taga says as he reloads his gat waiting for a response, and to make sure Flexx was good.

“I’m good, Lets go grab D and shoot back to the safe house. I wonder if anyone got away in time, we had no time to react, but I know one thing. They will be back so we need to bounce. Let’s move.

Flexx grabs a few things and Taga covers as they make their way to Dustin with their head on a swivel, staying alert to see if there was anyone waiting for them. Flexx covers Taga as he retrieves Dustin. He reaches him and can see he has lost a lot of blood.

“Go ahead without me. Rally with whoever else survived, and get those fuckers”

Dustin says with short breaths, as he tries to stay thugged out, he gasped one moere time and closed his eyes. Taga looks and pauses for a moment. Flexx is looking back wondering if D made it or not, but from the look on Taga’s face it was not good.

“We gotta go bruh, we can get back, but we gotta survive, get everyone else who made it and lace up. Let’s go.”

Flexx says as he makes his way out back to their vehicle in the cut. Taga is behind him with enough distance to cover. Flexx hits the fence, a few moments later Taga follows. They hope in the vehicle. Flexx is behind the wheel, and he flicks the key to turn on the car.

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Flexx-Mitchell, Wolfpack

The planning was flawless, the execution not so much.  Tony is dead, Dustin is just lying there bleeding out. What the fuck happened?  Was there a rat or simply shit luck?  Either way, the score is 1/10th of what it should be and the heat is on.  LonelyClown hears the door slowly open. He dives beside the bed, grabbing his Colt from the drawer as fast as his shaking hands would allow. As the door proceeds to creak open, he pops up from behind the bed, his finger bursting at the trigger quicker than his brain can fathom. As the clip empties, he drops the gun to the floor, his face completely overtaken by shock and his eyes beginning to water.

--

The beginning of that day had started like any other. LonelyClown had met up with his two most-trusted, Tony and Dustin. They'd had this particular job planned for a while but it was no bigger than any other, really - or so LonelyClown kept trying to convince his closest security. They didn't know the depth of what they were doing, but they felt something was up. He'd ordered them to stay at his home tonight - a little unusual, to say the least. They could tell it, they knew him too well not to. However, as the loyal servants they were, they simply agreed and continued the day as planned. First stop - coffee.

The three sat around the table laughing and joking, not a mention of business at all. LonelyClown was big on separating his business and his personal life. While he very much enjoyed his line of work, he made sure he always found time for his family and those closest to him - and so the three of them enjoyed a breakfast with no ranks or orders, just three friends enjoying a moment of life. Another treasured memory of his favourite people, to go alongside those of his daughter, wife, his father and of course sweet old Patsy, his childhood dog. However, as he wiped the napkin along his lips, dabbing the few remaining crumbs from his beard, he sat back in his chair and took one last sip of his coffee before speaking.

"Okay, boys. It's time for business. You both know the plan. I'll see you back at mine after."

The two nodded and proceeded out of the cafe on their endeavours.

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The day had gone perfectly as planned and effortlessly, too! These jobs were becoming something of a natural habit for this crew and they were having the times of their lives with it. LonelyClown had found some sneaky way of fucking with some out-of-town Wise Guys bankers. He'd been stealing from them since the day he'd landed in Chicago and somehow the distance had been keeping him alive - or maybe it was his insane tactics, that's what he'd like to believe. But that didn't matter to his two buddies, they were just happy with the loot and none of the knowledge. So the three continued their outrageous thefts regularly. However, as later events would suggest, this time they fucked with the wrong guy. LonelyClown had found an especially big fish in a seemingly bigger pond and he'd soon come to regret his risk.

They'd arrived back to Clown's place around 10. They finished drinking whiskey by 2. It wasn't until around half-three the trouble arrived. By this time, the two security had found their digs and Clown was tucked up comfortably in bed with his wife. His sweet daughter had been sound asleep, none-the-wiser all night despite their raucous drunken celebrations. What happened between falling asleep and now was mainly blank spaces for LonelyClown, he couldn't think straight by this point. All he remembered was gunshots.. the sound of Tony cracking his neck on the way down the stairs and Dustin's blood had begun to form a pool under the bedroom door - he knew he was next. 

LonelyClown hears the door slowly open. He dives beside the bed, grabbing his Colt from the drawer as fast as his shaking hands would allow. As the door proceeds to creak open, he pops up from behind the bed, his finger bursting at the trigger quicker than his brain can fathom. As the clip empties, he drops the gun to the floor, his face completely overtaken by shock and his eyes begin to water.

"Daddy..?" the weak voice squeaked as his daughter's body thudded against his bedroom floor.
"NO!!!" He exclaimed, scurrying over to her motionless body and cradling her in his arms.

LonelyClown - Dark Matter

Carbon sat in the back seat of his car as he and his guard Dustin made their way to Downtown from the Los Angeles airport. The bosses gave Carbon a job. He was to meet up with a Marijuana grower named Tony for a rather large exchange of stolen paintings. The city was large, Carbon had enough time to work through the mathematics of the deal, using profit optimization functions.

Tony's warehouse was located in west Hollywood, where they supposedly conducted some type of motion capture mumbo jumbo. Carbon wasn't going to be easily impressed by this technology until he has seen it demonstrated. They arrived to see the main door of the building ajar and there's an unconscious suited man on the sidewalk, prompting them to draw their weapons as they exit the vehicle.  They approach the main door slowly. Carbon signals for Dustin to go first.

As Dustin moves forward through the door, with his weapon aimed, he sees no movement. Carbon follows in. As they both proceed down a large hallway, they come across a large room where a conflict took place. There are 2 two police officers, other men dressed in suits, all dead about the room. As they scan the area, they realize the place is naked of anything valuable. "There ain't no paintings here. Look, Tony's dead." Carbon says as he turns to Dustin, pointing at Tony's body,"Go back to the car Dustin. I'm right behind...." Before Carbon could finish his command, a badgeless police officer bursts from behind an inventory shelf stack holding a rolled up painting in his left hand and firing a .45 at Carbon with his right. Carbon ducks, firing his weapon as he drops to the floor. The officer is shot twice in the chest and once the head, falling the ground with an audible impact. Carbon sighs in relief, looking around for Dustin, bringing himself back to his feet. 

He finds Dustin about 14 feet away from the hallway door with a bullet hole in his forehead. "Ah shit..." Carbon mutters to himself with a hint of regret in his voice. Carbon holsters his pistol as he approaches Dustin's corpse. The moment he reaches his dead bodyguard, torrential blood drainage from the guards head greets Carbon with a swift presence. "Ah Shit!!!..." Carbon yells as he dances away, hoping to avoid any contact with the lake of blood the has shown itself. As Carbon stands there, he begins to think to himself. "The planning was flawless";"What the fuck happened?"; "Was there a rat?";

With Tony dead and Dustin lying there bleeding out, Carbon walks over the badgeless officer and relieves him of the unknown artwork. As he grabs the painting, he hears police sirens getting closer to his location. "The score is a tenth of what it should be, and now I got heat on me?" Carbon says as he starts to sprint to the front door. Before he could reach the exit, the door slowly opens. Carbon stops and draws his weapon, dropping  the scrolled artwork.

Tony walks into the building. "What the fuck!? This is some Mary Shelley shit!" Carbon yells,"You were dead!". Tony puts his hands up, " Dont shoot, dont shoot!... that wasn't me! This is Hollywood amigo...look-a-likes are quite common here. This is how I get down. We cool?" Carbon lowers his pistol, listening to the police sirens closing in," Its time to get the fuck out of here". Carbon picks up the unknown art piece and grabs Tony by the collar,"You gotta answer for this shit 'amigo'. The bosses are gonna wanna talk to you." Carbon drags Tony into the car and they flee the scene, seconds before authorities arrive.

They reach the airport in record time, where Carbon has a private plane waiting for the both of them. Upon getting out of the car, Carbon grabs Tony once again by the neck, half-dragging him up the stairs and into the plane. The plane takes off and they fly away into the distance.

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Carbon - The Mirage

Slash flicked his cigarette away, it landed on the pile of those he'd already smoked whilst waiting. It wasn't uncommon for Slash to smoke like a chimney, but on this occasion he was attempting to settle his nerves. After the recent big job he undertook with Hazel, Dollface and Lucky he'd been asked to move out of Doll's HQ and into Luckys. A move up in many ways, but that simply raised expectations. Just as Slash was about to light yet another cigarette, the lights of a car drew near and brought him to attention. Slash watched as several other cars followed behind the first and he knew the time had come, he made his way forward to greet the guests...

"Welcome, Boss! Glad to see you all got here Ok. No issues on the road I presume?" Slash held open Lucky's door as he and Hazel exited the car

"Evening Slash! You are correct, the route you suggested was perfect, no cops and not a single traffic light on our way here. I must ensure in future that your consulted on all my travel plans!" Hazel approached Lucky and whispered into his ear, causing Lucky to turn and look at the other cars arriving. He gave Hazel a nod then turned back to Slash

"Come Slash, let us enter and prepare for the meeting. Hazel will bring our guests inside in a moment"

Slash and Lucky entered the warehouse, it was a very old building that hadn't been used in many years, the perfect place for a meeting of so many people that didn't want to be caught together. There had been a lot of unrest recently and Godfather Lucky and requested a meeting between several family representatives. Unfortunately that meeting didn't go to plan, so Lucky had decided to step it up and demanded that all family Heads report this time instead of their representatives. Such a large gathering of key figures wasn't common, if the Feds caught wind of this it would put them all at great risk. Lucky had decided that the future was too uncertain to move forward without such a meeting.

Slash entered the building first and could see that Apparition and Mistake were still standing in their positions as instructed, out of sight in the upper beams. He felt a sense of calm knowing they had his back. Moments after Slash and Lucky had taken their seats, Hazel and the guests followed and sat down. Lucky allowed a moment for everyone to settle then spoke clearly to address the crowd

"Welcome, everyone. I appreciate there has been a lot of effort involved to get us all here. I'm not going to waste time beating around the bush, so i'll simply get started with one question regarding the previous meeting: What the fuck happened? The planning was flawless, the execution not so much.  Tony is dead, Dustin was left bleeding out. What the fuck happened?  Was there a rat or simply shit luck?  Either way, the the heat is on.  I need to know how a meeting between several high ranked members was leaked to the Feds? Lucky stops as he hears the door slowly open. A sudden flash of blue and red lights can be seen in the distance, the lights are then suddenly blacked out by a stream of bodies pushing in through the door, gun shots ring out from above as Apparition and Mistake open fire on those entering the building, the onslaught of gun fire forces the cops to retreat, falling back behind the door for cover.

Slash looks around the table, everyone looks sufficiently shocked at the arrival of the cops, everyone but Godfather De Nozzo. De Nozzo hadn't moved at all as the cops burst through, in fact he actually looked much more relaxed now than he had beforehand. Slash stood from his seat and approached De Nozzo, pulled out his gun and fired off two shots, one for De Nozzo and one for his right hand sat beside him. Slash then returned to his seat and gave Lucky a nod of confirmation. Lucky turned to again address the crowd

"Sorry for the theatrics folks. You can all put away your guns now. The officers that stormed the door a moment ago were scheduled to do so at my request, they are all on our payroll. The gun shots from above were just for show. I had to make it seem real to test the reaction of you all, it's clear there was a mole in our ranks and going by the reaction of Godfather De Nozzo, he was the guilty culprit. I trust that we can all move forward from here, now is the time to cement our future in this thing of ours and discuss how to capitalise on what we've got. I would ask that all advisors now leave us. Slash and Hazel got up from their seats and moved fowards to the door, accompanied by those of similar position from the other familys.

Slash got outside to find Apparition and Mistake waiting for him, he was no longer needed for tonight and left Hazel to entertain the others, getting into the car he let out a huge sigh of relief that the evening had gone as planned...

"Right boys, lets go get fucking drunk!"

Slash - The Mirage 

The planning was flawless, the execution not so much.  Tony is dead, Dustin is just lying there bleeding out. What the fuck happened?  Was there a rat or simply shit luck?  Either way, the score is 1/10th of what it should be and the heat is on.  You hear the door slowly open.
Thinking of what has gone wrong thusfar, you choose to quickly hide behind a crate, in case it was not Bret and Jesse entering.
You wait and spy from your hiding place and are relieved to recognise both men, as they slowly step in. You are about to stand up as you see another man following them, having your comrades at gunpoint.

Fuck!

You drop yourself and focus on what you hear. The man, with a very strong German accent, demands Bret and Jesse to kneel.

Zzzzit dooown! Now!

As you look over the top of the bottom crate again, you see your friends kneeling, just in front of Dustin, who is only murbling some noises, a dreadful sound to hear one of your childhood friends make. You see zee German looking at the sliding door at the opposite side of the warehouse and know this may be your only chance. You jump up, run towards the German, as fast as you can, and hear someone yelling

Heinrich! Ozzzer zzight!

As you are within 6 feet of the German, he turns around and shoo...

Alejandrito - The MGM Grand

You were finally there. Dustin turned off the lights a few miles back so you wouldn't be spotted. You turn back and you see Tony and Paul preparing their pistols. The four of you were about to rob a high profile poker table hosted in some rich guy's cabin tonight. Judges, politicians and police officers were playing and this would be an opportunity to get cash and send a message from the boss.

You get out of the car and slowly and silently approach the cabin. You would enter and start shooting. You only needed one person alive to tell the tale. Dustin breaks the door with a powerful kick and and just as you enter the door, you hear guns shooting and it's not your side. Without hesitation you turn your gun towards the noise and start shooting while falling down the floor trying to find cover behind furniture. The shootout keeps for a few solid minutes until there is silence. You try to look around. It seems the people that were waiting for you, are all dead.

You summon whatever strength you have left and try to calm yourself while walking towards the room where the attackers were in. You recognise a couple of faces. Those were bodyguards, working for another family. You are trying to think things through. The planning was flawless, the execution not so much.  Tony is dead, Dustin is just lying there bleeding out. The only cash that were there were not even 1/10th of what you were expecting. What the fuck happened?  Was there a rat or simply shit luck?   You hear the door slowly open and it's Paul. "Why was he outside?" you are starting to think and it becomes clear. 

"Fucker!" You shout towards Paul as you both raise your guns. You shoot but it's empty. Pauls bullet shoots right through your left arm but a third shot fires and you see Paul dropping dead. You look at Dustin as he was the one that shot. You stand up, grab Dustin and drag him to the back sit of your car and start driving. 

You have to go back to your headquorters as fast as possible to alert the others. Another family has started a war on yours and every second counts.

Atropos-The Flamingo

There was a loud hum. She wasn’t sure where it was coming from, but it sounded so close. Why would someone hum so loudly? Couldn’t they see she was trying to sleep? When she found the person making the noise, she would hurt them, very slowly and very painfully.

As her eyes blinked open, Viviana became more conscious of her surroundings. Memories started to flood back to her and she shot upright – much too fast. Her stomach was queasy and the humming, she soon realized, was coming from her own head. She felt water running down the side of her face and she reached up to wipe it off, only to realize it wasn’t water at all. She looked at her fingers, covered in red, sticky blood, and tried to remember exactly what happened.

The room was destroyed. There had been a bomb, that was right. They had busted into the back office, everything going as planned, but once they tried to crack the safe it all went wrong. The safe had been rigged and it exploded and….

She looked around the room and saw them. She crawled over to Tony first, shaking him but not getting a response. She checked his pulse, but it was no use, he was dead. She could see Dustin, but she couldn’t get to him; the ceiling had partially collapsed, and he seemed trapped underneath. She could hear him moaning but there was so much blood under him she knew he’d be dead too soon.

What had gone wrong? She could think of no real explanation but a rat; after all, why would they rig their own safe to explode unless they knew that Viviana and her team would be robbing in that day. She heard the door creak open, barely hanging onto its hinges and she automatically reached for her weapon. Where the fuck was her gun?

She could see it on the floor, too far for her to reach. Her head was throbbing, and it was hard to think straight. She reached for Tony’s weapon, relieved when she found it on this belt clip. She aimed it towards the door and waited, unsure of her ability to aim straight.

“Boss?” The voice was familiar but took a few moments to register. Peck, it was Peck. Good ol’ Peck. She let the weapon fall and she called out, her voice horse and faint.

“Here. I’m over here.”

She could see Peck climbing over some debris, coughing and taking in the scene. “Boss, what happened?”

“No fucking clue Peck. Just help me get out of here.” She tried to stand but her legs felt like jelly. Her most trusted bodyguard caught her before she could fall to the ground, slinging her arm around his shoulders and putting his arm around her waist to keep her up on her feet. They got out of the room and Peck practically dragged her to the car, throwing her in and then getting into the driver’s side.

“We can’t leave them.” Viviana protested, however weak. “Tony and Dustin.”

“Boss, they’re dead.”

“I know but….”

“Nikolas is going to get them out in the other care. We have to get you out of here first. They could come back to make sure the job was done, and the bomb worked.”

Viviana didn’t have the energy to protest more. She simply nodded and lay on the backseat, drifting in and out of consciousness. They had arranged this robbery for days, everything was perfectly planned. The owners of the pawn shop had run an underground poker game and the safe was reportedly stocked with cash. While her men raided the jewelry and other items in the front of the shop, she, Tony and Dustin had gone to crack to the safe and get the cash.

She should have known something was wrong. They had waited until dark and gotten into the store with little trouble. It was almost too easy, but she’d been so caught up in the plan she missed the red flags. She thought back over their day, something tugging at her. Her brain wasn’t working, her thoughts were a jumbled mess, why couldn’t she think clearly?

That’s when it hit her. “Stephen….” She tried to sit up but quickly lay back down, the world still spinning around her. “Peck, where is Stephen?”

One of her newest hires, she couldn’t remember seeing him after they got to the store. “Was he in the front with you?”

Peck was driving away from the store as fast as he could. He knew better than to take her to the hospital; he’d take her to the headquarters and then find a doctor to bring there. His brow furrowed as he thought about her question. “No, I don’t think he was. Nikolas, Tony, Dustin, me, you. Stephen was with us but now that you mentioned it, he never came into the store.”

That had to be it. Stephen was the rat.

A slight smile graced her lips as she thought about the utter hell she would release on the man when she found him. “Tell Nikolas. Find Stephen and bring him to me.”

She let herself drift back to sleep, satisfied in the knowledge that justice would come to those who dared try to harm her. By the time Viviana was done with him, Stephen would be begging for death.

Viviana - The MGM Grand

Plans were being drawn up as Mynnes, Tony and Dustin met up to discuss. They had plans to break into a bank "I have a guy on the inside who is security" Tony said with confidence "were call him Smith" he continued to say as they looked over the blueprint of the bank and worked out what they needed to do. "Do you trust him?" Dustin said to Tony who nodded in reply. Tony has never been one to trust easy and had never let them down before and they've done many jobs similar too. They continued to make plans that Dustin and Tony will go to the bank to do the rob and Smith will turn a blind eye. Mynnes would keep watch outside. 

The night in question finally arrived and they waited until midnight to get to the bank. They found the entrance partially open, waiting for Tony and Dustin to go in as they closed the door behind them leaving it slightly ajar. Mynnes took for cover and remembered she was to 'scream like a girl' if anything was seem to be off. Time was ticking by and the minutes seemed to be dragging on and on. 

Tony and Dustin had got what they went for and filled the bags up with some gold bars and wads of cash. Dustin went ahead to ensure the coast was clear with 2 of the bags as Tony crammed in as much as he could to the bags left with him. Dustin wasn't prepared for what came next when he got knocked out over the head and tumbled to the ground and stabbed in his hearts. Tony heard a thud unaware it was Dustin fall as he grabbed what he had and ran in the direction of when he discovered Dustin's body lying lifeless. His all sense of security vanished from him as he placed the bags down to run over to Dustin to see if he was still alive as he crouched down to see. BANG a shot was fired resulting in Tony falling to the ground, he died instantly. 

Mynnes heard the shot as she went over towards the door and peeked through to see her two friends were on the floor. She saw a man in uniform standing over them as he went to grab the bags to make way in her direction. She snuck into the shadows to wait.

The planning was flawless, the execution not so much. Tony is dead, Dustin is just lying there bleeding out. What the fuck happened?  Was there a rat or simply shit luck?  Either way, the score is 1/10th of what it should be and the heat is on. Mynnes heard the door slowly open she knew it had to be Smith. Had he forgotten her? Had he made an error and forgotten her? she kept wondering as the anger was creeping up as Smith then exited the bank with the bags. She didn't hesitate she crept out to get behind him as she placed her gun on the back of his head "Forgotton something" she said as she pulled the trigger. Smith fell to the ground as she ran into the bank to check on her friends, she felt hopeless, there was nothing she could do, she could hear the sirens. She ran back out and took 2 of the bags and left the other ones with Smith's body, 'At least the cops will know it was an inside job' she thought to herself as she made her way out of town to let the heat die down. She didn't want it to end this way but at least she took care of the rat.

Mynnes - The Flamingo

Half the time when someone asks you to go with them on a job, it's something that a small time criminal would do for an extra buck, raiding an art gallery, raiding a trucking depot, doing a truck heist, robbing a bank, or just running a prostitution ring. This was gonna be something entirely different, a heist that required a lot of people with the right skill set and being assigned to the right tasks but Tony and Dustin assured DoctorDoom that the job was gonna go off without issues and they were his most trusted friends and this wasn't the trio's first rodeo so they knew what they were doing.

Dustin had introduced a new guy into the mix, he could be vouched for so Tony and DoctorDoom were okay with it but couldn't keep their hopes too high; the guy's name was Francis. The meeting was to go down in DoctorDoom's apartment located out on The Strip, Doom was sitting down in his bedroom looking out the window watching as traffic passed by and people walked up and down the street. The sky was gonna be clouded with darkness soon and it was getting late until he heard a knock on his door, Doom walked over to the drawer sitting next to his bed and grabbed his pistol as he kept it low by his right thigh; cautiously walking over to the door and looking through the peephole spotting Tony, Dustin and Francis.

DoctorDoom slid his hand onto the door handle and opened the door. He waved them in and they walked in with Francis having a nervous look on his face, almost like his body was filling with nothing but guilt with his heart dropping into nothing but shallow darkness, all eyes on him as they called it. Francis was the third one to sit at the table in the living room once DoctorDoom shut the door and locked it, walking over to join the trio as he slid into a chair and relaxed his hands on the table. Tony and Dustin laid out papers describing the warehouse they were gonna hit, it was near the docks just off the coast of Summerlin; the job was to grab several shipments of great quality gems and jewelry that were coming in tonight.

The planning was well done and everyone had their assignments.

"We ready?" DoctorDoom stated.

"Let's go make history gentlemen." Tony said confidently, how a leader inspires confidence in his troops brings them closer to victory.

**

The sky was dark and a gloomy night shadowed the city, the warehouse was in sight and they parked just down the street from it. There were a few cars passing by every few hours but the group didn't think anything of it. The group grabbed their pistols and exited the car, Francis split off from the group to head to the other side of the building to keep lookout for anything suspicious; a car or individual. Tony, Dustin and DoctorDoom advanced on the warehouse and were at the very front of it all, pure shipments of jewelry just waiting to be taken away and that slapped smiles on the trio's faces but it was very dark inside and could only see a couple crates cause of the moonlight.

"Why the hell is it so dark?" DoctorDoom whispered. 

Tony and Dustin looked over and shrugged. They cautiously walked further inside the warehouse and the lights flickered on, it was a police sting and the task force was lead by Sergeant Mario Lupertazzi who was a respected officer among the department, he was standing on the balcony when there were several officers kneeling and hiding behind trucks, whatever they could use for cover. 

"Drop your weapons or you will be shot! This is your only warning!" The Sergeant had the voice of a lion which could shock fear into most hooligans out on the streets but he wasn't joking. An officer shot Tony in the forehead and he collapsed against on the floor instantly and DoctorDoom and Dustin rushed for cover while under waves of gunfire, it was back and forth shooting from both sides, Doom nailed a couple officers with body shots and Dustin nailed one that was on the balcony next to Lupertazzi. Dustin ran out of cover in an attempt to leave but was riddled with bullets and fell on the floor.

Bullets whizzed by and gave a signal of imminent death or severe injury, it was like a nightmare but in real time.

"Damn!" DoctorDoom yelled.

There was no way to save Dustin, it was too late, choking on his own blood there was little time to do anything. He had succumbed to his injuries; the police stopped firing and Doom used it to his own advantage to run away, running away as fast as he could, thoughts running through his mind consistently. The planning was flawless, the execution not so much.  Tony is dead, Dustin is just lying there bleeding out. What the fuck happened? Was there a rat or simply shit luck?  Either way, the score is 1/10th of what it should be and the heat is on.  On the way out, Doom hears a door open and it lead into an office, it was Francis. 

DoctorDoom shot him in the knee and he screamed and dropped his pistol on the floor. 

"Hi Jack. Bye Jack." DoctorDoom aimed up his pistol and fired right into his forehead.

You could never trust the new guy.

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DoctorDoom - The Flamingo

The planning was flawless, the execution not so much.  Tony is dead, Dustin is just lying there bleeding out. What the fuck happened?  Was there a rat or simply shit luck?  Either way, the score is 1/10th of what it should be and the heat is on.  You hear the door slowly open.

There isn't much time to react. They moved like a swarm, flooding the room and aggressively engaging the men without discrimination. Dustin took the worst of it, in his weakened state he attracted a flesh piercing onslaught that tore him to shreds within moments. A surprising number focused on Tony, despite being deceased, which gave you additional time to get out of dodge. 

The warehouse had a high roof, which seemed like a logical place to seek shelter from the chaos unfolding around you. Your feet found some boxes of perishables and you hoisted yourself onto a high storage rack, packed tight with wheels of cheese. As you steady your position, something grabs at your foot. A swift downward heel soon dissolved that situation, however there were more coming. 

The shelving rack teetered as you reach the top, you move with haste to grasp at the steel beams supporting the roof. You slip. You reach desperately for a second beam, but fail to find purchase. Time slows are you spiral downwards into the hive of activity below. What shit luck. And rats. The cheese heist had been a bust.

You land hard, the rodents descend on you in a moment. 

Your screams are soon replaced by moist grinding sounds and the chattering of teeth.

 - JackMezzo, The Pharmacy

The door slowly opened, revealing the shocked face of Dexter Gordon. Fuuuuck. He gives Colt a puzzled look, alternating his gaze between his two seemingly dead bodyguards lying on the entrance carpet. Colt couldn’t believe how much he had fucked up. He had tried the good ol’ throw a rock in the window as a diversion, and he had planned for the two entrance guards to go see what was up while he snuck in silently. Turns out they didn’t give a fuck about rocks flying through windows because they where both there, almost waiting for him. He had to whip out his sawed off shotguns and kill them both, thus alerting the whole fucking mansion. 

“Look man, I just your saxophone. Give it to me, imma stop stalking you and you can rest easy. How you like it?” asked Colt. It was a hella long shot but it was one to take. Dex smirked and let out a quick chuckle, tearing Colts apart. Why the fuck was he laughing? “Fuck You! I’ll be back, and I’ll fucking get that saxophone bitch!” yelled Colt, realizing a swarm of Dex’s bodyguards where coming through the entrance. A nice and easy bike ride through the forest got him to his abandoned train station without too many trouble.

Coltrane - Luciana Crime Family 

It had been a flawless plan and they were supposed to have the element of surprise. One of these fucktards leaked the plan. Tony was gunned down before he could get out of the car. Dustin made it out of the car but was hit soon afterward. He lay 20 ft away bleeding out on the pavement. No one could get to him. He was screaming in agony as his femoral artery was severed, and the blood was pouring out like a fountain. The bullet from the .45 had gone clean through. Most likely he would be dead before we could get to him. They had walked into an ambush and a bloody one at that. We retreated back into an alley and collected ourselves. When I find out who leaked this, he will join Tony and Dustin in a pine box.

A door opened next to them and startled them. Ferdinand turned his gun at the door only to realize that it was someone trying to help. They ducked into the building and called back to the HQ for help. By the time, that back up arrived, the shooting had stopped and the ambushers had taken off running. The group left the building and rejoined everyone else. It was time to hunt these bastards down. The group disappeared before the cops arrived at the scene.  We knew who betrayed us. He was the only one who could have done it. No one else had these specific details. I would be dealing with him later. His funeral would be in the river with the fishes.

Karnage - WolfPack

The planning was flawless, the execution not so much.  Tony is dead, Dustin is just lying there bleeding out. What the fuck happened?  Was there a rat or simply shit luck?  Either way, the score is 1/10th of what it should be and the heat is on.  You hear the door slowly open.

The rest of the crew, Mike, Bill and Jack all pull out their handguns and point them at the door. While all 4 of them are on the verge on making anyone who enters a part of Swiss Cheese, you see a kid coming in.

"What the fuck is going on?",  Jack yells while trying to figure out what's going on.

"Surpriseeeeeeee..", the kid replies and leaves everyone dazzled.
"What?", Jack said while trying to keep his calm.

"Happy birthday Jack!" says the kid and people start rolling through the door. All of them familiar faces, Marie_Lucania , Raymond_Reddington , Alejandrito , Atropos and many other..

Jack's eye catches Tony that was supposedly dead, coming in as well. He turns around just to see Dustin with a huge smile on his face all covered up in what seemed to be blood, but probably was one of those Hollywood effects.

"You GOD DAMN IDIOTS. You told me that this plan was gonna bring us millions. All of this shit just to get a surprise birthday party?", Jack yelled with a red face.

"You actually thought you evaded all those 'bullets'? You move like a turtle bud, I always wonder how you are still alive. Also, remind me to give you proper metal for your own gun after the party!", Alejandrito said while trying to contain his laughter.

After the initial shock, Jack began to cool off.
"You are all lunatics" he said and bursted into a loud laughter.
"Where's the damned drinks? It's not a party if there are no drinks!", he continued.

Lordian showed up with a case full of moonshine and a big bottle of champagne.
"Sorry boss for not telling you. Raymond told me I'd have to do all his chores. Although I do all his chores anyway.. Whatever", Lordian said and left the case on a table nearby.

"Typical Raymond! Since you all went in all that trouble, let's get the party started!", Jack said and popped the champagne.

Then all of the people began singing happy birthday to their dear friend Jack and had a blast.
A night to remember for years and years on.

Jack_Diamond - The Possimpables

StarAw Jesus, Mary and Joseph! Star's ears rang from the volley of gunfire that left Tony dead in a pool of blood and Dustin soon to meet his maker, his breath coming in short rasping gurgles as he reached out a bloody hand towards her. Just what in the fuck had happened, how had it all gone sideways?

The week before they had sat in the HQ, plans laid out before them as they scoured the map for the best route in and out for the job. It was flawless and they had it planned to the last bit. It should have gone off without a hitch except when they'd arrived for the heist and gotten in, it was clear to see that someone had gotten wind of their plans. Instead of the 50 cases of hooch they'd been promised, there were 5 and most of them were filled with filthy tap water. The dealer who was supposed to make good on his promise stood there with a grin on his fat face, telling the crew that this was all they could procure and that the rest would come later. Fuckin Tony lost his cool and flipped over a case of the bounty, shattering glass and splashing the crummy liquid everywhere, his face red as Dusty pulled a gun and started shooting. The sound of his gun drew the heat of Alberto's henchmen and within moments Star's partners lay on the ground filled with bullet holes. As the dust cleared and Star stood up, her gun still clasped in her hand, the door open and Alberto's boss came in, flanked by two corrupt officers who surveyed the situation. Star dusted her skirt off and held her gun aloft as Dusty's eyes widened in fear and horror. 

Star stepped over Tony and neatly skirted Dusty as she approached Alberto, holstering her gun. "I'm sorry about these two, Spaceman thought he could trust them but turns out they got exactly what they deserved trying to turn on me like that. It's sad that Tony thought he could pull off the heist and make it look like it was your fault." She looked over at Dusty who was beginning to realize that Star had been in on the setup the whole time and as he took his last guttering breaths, she smiled at him, making the sign of the cross. Turning back to Alberto, she gave him a kiss on either side of his cheeks as he patted her delicately on the shoulders. His voice businesslike with a touch of tenderness. 

"The hooch is in the back, you need these two to help you get it into the car? I know you're good for the money." Star smiled and pointed to the two large suitcases filled with the money she'd promised in return for the liquor. 

"I put a little extra in there to sweeten the deal for your trouble, thanks for taking out the trash."

Star-The Pharmacy

The planning was flawless, the execution not so much.  What the fuck happened?  Was there a rat or simply shit luck?  Either way, the score is 1/10th of what it should have been. The bell rang to signify the end of the round and the fighters retreated to their corners.

The ringside seats The Gingerbread Man had to the match were close enough to see the sweat dripping off of Max 'The Shotgun' Rodriguez's forehead. This wasn't a typical match, the mob had gotten involved. Not an angry mob, like you might have seen chasing after this chuckle head who was favored to win 6:1 after a loss, but the gangsters that probably were getting angry by now. Rodriguez had either decided to stake his life on the line to not throw the match, or the Don's son was too much of a wimp to beat him in a fight in front of a crowd of several hundred. People weren't stupid, they knew the match was heavily influenced by the Sicilians, but it was a fight nonetheless. By now, the kid should have been up a lot of hits on Rodriguez, but it was way closer than expected.

The Gingerbread Man looked over to his bodyguard: "Fight's going on for a while now, somebody else is in play here." The bodyguard nodded and stood up, along with a couple of other suited men, carefully excusing themselves. The Gingerbread Man sat with his hands clasped together in front of him, the fighters blocked out of his view and his mind, as he considered who would dare involve themselves in a situation like this. A few minutes later, one of them returned and said: "Check off our left, looks like the new people." The Gingerbread Man looked to the left, down the row of seats and saw a cluster of suit-wearing men and some ladies that he knew recently moved into town. 'It's a power play, isn't it?' the Gingerbread Man thought to himself. He also noticed when some of his Sicilian allies saw where he was looking and started murmuring among themselves. It took a minute, but several guys stood up and started walking over to where The Gingerbread Man and his guys were sitting. 

The Gingerbread Man stood up before they reached him, gesturing to his guys to stay calm. He approached the incoming group of Sicilians and said: "Fellas, fellas, don't worry about this, tell Him I'll handle this, okay?" The mobsters seemed to calm down and hesitated before returning back to their seats. The Gingerbread Man waved to his top bodyguard and gestured for only him to follow before they started walking over to the new people.

It was fairly obvious who the head honchos were, a man and a woman located roughly in the middle of their crowd whose pompous obnoxiousness bubbled immediately when The Gingerbread Man walked over. The man said: "And who would youuuu be?" The Gingerbread Man skipped the pleasantry bull and got to the point. "You know what you're doing, and personally I want to avoid whatever conflict you're trying to start here."

The woman responded: "My dear, you get us wrong, we only want to have a little fun." Her fake smile was obviously practiced. The Gingerbread Man started to reach inside his jacket when their bodyguards pulled guns on him. "Just a little pen," He said as he pulled out a ballpoint pen and did a little wave with it to show it wasn't a gun. He started scribbling on a piece of paper that seemed to appear out of nowhere and said to the group "If you really want a little fun show up to this place. It's for the serious players around here. Just remember that the game you're playing requires certain technical knowledge, and currently you are finding a great way for yourself to piss off the other players." He scoffed before continuing, "Call it off, and you can at least save yourself a headache for one night." He motioned to his bodyguard and started to leave before the man stopped him by saying: "Who are you?" more out of curiosity than spite. The Gingerbread Man tossed him a business card before walking back with his bodyguard to their seats. 

He watched as the man walked up to Rodriguez's coach and had a quick conversation. They exchanged a large envelope before the coach went back to Rodriguez. The man slowly walked back to his seat before giving The Gingerbread Man a quick cruel grin. The next time the bell rang to start the round, Rodriguez got dropped and the match was declared a K.O. As the referee raised the Don's son's arm up in victory, The Gingerbread Man looked over to the Don himself and nodded after making eye contact. 

TheGingerbreadMan- Wolfpack

The planning was flawless, the execution not so much. Tony is dead, Dustin is just lying there bleeding out. What the fuck happened? Was there a rat, or simply shit luck? Either way, the score is 1/10th of what it should be and the heat is on. You hear the door slowly open. Dollface had arrived and she didn't look one bit happy with the interruption to her schedule..

"Which one of you idiots wants to explain to me how you botched such a simple routine job? You do know why they call it ORGANISED Crime, don't you?"

Dollface walked over to Shae and stared at her, expecting an answer..

"I'm sorry, Doll. We did just like you asked! Apperition set up in a warehouse nearby the expected route, he arranged for Remedy to drive the truck and I was waiting nearby in the getaway car. He hired Tony and Dustin as back up. We were expecting 4 trucks on the convoy, Remedy was meant to block the bridge and I was waiting on the other side ready to go, the boys were waiting to ambush them when they stopped... but they didn't stop! They must have known it was a trap, as they went straight through the truck Remedy had placed, I managed to get the car out the way just in time, Tony, Dustin and Apperition jumped in the car and we followed them, but we hit a fork in the road and the trucks split into 2's, when we managed to finally catch up they were ready for us, a shoot out took place and Dustin was wounded almost immediately, Tony stupidly went full psycho and ran at them, taking several hits. At that point they tried to get back in their trucks and leave, but Apperition was able to take out the tyres of one of the trucks, we exchanged some more shots but the others just escaped on the 2nd truck.. they also grabbed some of the hardware and took it with them."

Doll could hardly believe what she'd just heard. So much for flawless planning. It seemed the intel they received was poor, she almost felt sorry that she'd shouted at Shae.. afterall Shae was quite new to this world, by all accounts it seemed that they'd done their best to salvage what they could from the job.

"Ok. I've heard enough, I appreciate what you've went through to get what you did, Shae. But this isn't going to cut it, we need better than this. Do you know how expensive it is to maintain an HQ our size in todays climate? Plus the entourage of bodyguards I require to keep myself and the upper echelons safe?! I want you to find out where the job came from, I think we were set up to fail from the start.

Shae nodded, agreeing with Doll's assessment. She now had two jobs left.. bury Tony and find who the fuck set her up for a fall...

Shae - The MGM Grand

A pillar of smoke flows forth into the air traced back to a bright cherry flame of the cigar burning the darkness of the room. It illuminated just a glimpse of the man's grimace smile. He slides you a folder with an official us govt seal. Marked Classified, you open the folder and start peering over the pages. The man speaks with a deep muddled tone. “I need you to take care of him quickly. He stole information he plans on using to sell me and my colleagues out and he stole 10 million from our vaults. He was already in contacts with the government planning to sell some information to them no doubt. I can't have him running around for too much longer. Do what you have to and return the intel and money. You heads have suggested you for the job in agreeance to a cut of the money when returned and a mutual relationship within the future.”

You give the man a nod and shake his hand then head outside where two promising associates are waiting Tony and Dustin. You head on over to one of your safe locations and go over a plan with the men. This will be a significant chance to show themselves, you go over the details with the men. Your contact had gathered info on him already since the incident but didn't want to get his hands dirty. You make plans to have Tony and Dustin follow him from the bar a few times. After the second time your pretty sure he is going back from the bar to his hole in the wall waiting for someone to meet to exchange the info. This is good there is still time to stop the transaction. On his way the next day back from the bar you have tony follow him back to his place and to intercept him before he can make it inside. Waiting outside you give it a few minutes they should have been successful by now. You make your way out the car and across the street into the building you make your way up the stairs slowly pulling your gun out. You get to the door and see it slightly ajar. Slowly you open the door and see a bag of open money in the middle of the floor with hardly anything in it. Next to it your associates…

What happened!? The planning was flawless, the execution obviously not so much.  Tony is dead, lying face first shot from behind and Dustin is just lying there bleeding out up against the wall. What the fuck happened?  Was there a rat or simply shit luck? Either way, the score is 1/10th of what it should be and the heat is on if you don't deliver. You hear the door slowly open, The cocking of a guns hammer... You evade to the right sliding into the kitchen just in time to hear a bullet penetrate the floor where you just where. Footsteps quickly shuffle, you hear the bag being zipped up and the perpetrator running out the door. Dustin calls out in a cough of blood.

“Boss you alright!?” checking around the corner carefully you see the bastard leaving.

“Yeah I'm good! What the fuck happened here!?” You rack your head and pace back and forth.

Dustin coughs some more and explains

“Tony betrayed us made contact with him, and warned him about us and what was going on trying to get a cut of the money. We got here I had my gun on him and before i know it Tony shot me in the back. The man handed Tony the bag of money and as he was going through it shot Tony.”

You shake your head in disbelief and give Tony a solid kick to the rib.

“Poor greedy dumb bastard!”

You look outside the window and see a van pull up quickly. “Shit this isn’t good."

You look at Tony and then back outside. Knowing you don't have any time he will get away!

“Fuuuuuuuuck!” You let out a deep sigh in whats about to happen.

You pick Tony up who not even weights a buck 50 over your shoulder and charge the window breaking through falling from the 3rd story. Using Tony to break the fall you slam into the roof of the van outside.

Letting out a long groan you roll over and off the fan. Pressed up against it peering around the back you aim your gun at the door and the second it opens you fire a shot in his gut, watching him tumble forward down the stairs with the bag. Walking up to him trying to crawl away, You place the gun between his eyes searing the skin of his forehead from the hot muzzle; grabbing him by the shirt you pull him closer.

“Where is the money and the info you stole!” You pistol whip him with the butt of the gun across the side of his head.

The man weakly points at the now crushed van. Another van pulls up quickly and several men hop out; you aim the gun their way when a familiar face from the family holds up his hands and begins to speak.

“Easy now man, boss sent us to keep an eye on things. We saw that let stunt out the window, good god man your crazy! “ He looks at the man on the ground and asks “Wheres the score?”

Pointing to the van they quickly open it to start loading it into their van, turning to the man in your clutches you stand up and put a bullet between the scums eyes.

“Alright grab Tony and the driver there and haul them inside. Dustin's upstairs Ill go check and see if he’s still breathing. Will light this place up and leave no evidence. Get the money and file out the van.”

…...Couple seconds later the building is in an inferno and you guys are driving away. You peer over the money and then find the file. Looking to make sure no one is watching you slip the folder into your jacket. Thinking to yourself and the future this should do very nicely to benefit me later on.

BadWolf- DarkMatter