Leaving the agency was the best decision Decypha ever made. He was underpaid, overworked and just a pawn at the hands of the shitty British government. Luxuries came and went, as did the absurdly low amount of money he earned, considering how much his employer would put his life at risk. All he wanted was some recognition, some appreciation for what he does for others even though he asks for nothing in return. So he left when he had the chance, in search of a new life.

And he found one, in Las Vegas. He became part of a family that go by the name of RP Inc. and began to build strong bonds within, and also started to gain trust for other people, something he has never had the chance to experience. On his first takings as a now fully-fledged criminal, he received recognition from his boss, Miss Renford (or most commonly known as Kathryn), who was quite impressed. And to be honest, so was he. Decypha had made more money on one easy job than he had ever made from previous assignments.

Decypha felt like his life was only just starting, like he was just a boy again. Now he was gaining recognition and respect, and people were talking about him in the streets, in the casinos and bars. The others could see it, the once empty shell was now becoming someone, becoming a man. And like most men, he began to take pride in his belongings. In the past he'd never cared much for belongings aside from his expensive suits and slick hair cuts. He was fulfilling his inital dreams, but after falling in love he now has his eyes on a new prize.

A brand new 1934 Duesenberg Model J in Black (or 'Doozy' to the common American). It's a beautiful, sleek and modern automobile that is faster than most. He has heard people talking about it all over town and he's also seen it in a car magazine, but has never seen anyone driving one around - it is one of the most expensive cars money can buy. He went to see a couple of chaps from his crew, JohnConstantine and Augustus_Caesar, who he had grown fond of. He knocked on the door of the hideout, and saw a pair of eyes peeping around the small gap in the doorway as he opened the door slightly ajar.

"Hello there, Caesar. Nothing to worry about my friend, it is I." Decypha said in his well spoken British accent as he laughed to himself at his friend's paranoia.

Caesar liked to be an asshole. Decypha lightly poked him in the eye as he continued to stare at him rather than opening the door, and let himself in.

"Good Afternoon John." He said to JohnConstantine who was still laughing at Augustus_Caesar getting poked in the eye, while playing with his deck of cards.

"Will you to take a walk with me? There is something I need to show you both." He asked as he stood there awaiting a sly punch from Caesar.

Caesar let loose a stream of his favourite curse words while clutching at his eye. "Fucking Brit!" he roars as he swerves a punch at Decypha. He knew that the bastard was expecting it, but so intent was he at defending against the fist, that he left another spot completely undefended. Seizing the opportunity, Caesar deftly knees him right in between the bastard's dual Majesties. He watches with satisfaction as he bends over in royal pain. God save the King........ 

Constantine laughed even heartier seeing a ripe nut crunch administered. He slid the deck into his pocket then approached and slung his arm around Decypha's neck and bent down to speak to the guest of dishonor.

"Right in the nuts. I'd say Caesar old pal tossed your salad this round sport." John said as he smirked then grabbed at the doubled over D's collar, attempting to stand the previously lively fellow up.

"Come on, show us what you came here for then."

Semi curious, Constantine then exited through the front door, assuming this is where Decypha was intending to go, and threw out a question to Augustus as he slid by.

"Really mate? In the jewels? Thems off the menu where we come from." John said, his voice trailing off towards the end as he stepped further outside.

Chuckling, Caesar followed the duo outside the building. Pulling out his hip-flask, he hands it to Decypha. "Here, take a swig from this. It'll help." he tells the Brit. Once he had ensured the man was feeling alright, he spoke to him once more. "So, you wanted to see us about something?" 

"I don't think a poke in the eye deserves a kick in the old meat and two veg, chap. Thanks for the drink. Anyway, let's walk on... Come with me."  Decypha said to them both as he leads the way.

As they walk along, he decides to fall back and let the two of them walk in front. As Caesar takes a step forward, Decypha hooks his foot around Caesar's leg and watches him fall to the floor and face plant the ground.

"Heh, now we are even, my balls are still aching you bastard!" He said as he laughed hysterically. John gave him a strange look, as he had never heard the Brit swear before.

After a Caesar cleaned up his nosebleed and finished chasing Decypha around and a20 minute walk along the Strip, they turned up at the car garage. And what do you know, right there at the front in the window there was the reason he'd fallen in love within arms reach.

"So... What do you think lads? Isn't she a beauty." He said to the guys as he stood there admiring this special creation. 

From the front bumper to the rear, the car was awe-inspiring. Every one of its stunning details was perfect, from the headlights that shone bright like the sun, beaming off the hood and lighting up the sleek leather interior. As he stared into the dark abyss of the shiny black paint job, it was so clear that he could see the reflection of him and his friends.

Decypha looked at John and Caesar, hoping they will approve.

"Look at it, the tinted windows, black paint, and it's one of the fastest cars around. Aren't you thinking what I'm thinking? He added, still mesmerized by the beauty of this vehicle.

John nodded in approval. It was only days prior he was out smashing the town in a car of his own, that wasn't his own, and come to think of it this beauty brought out the beast in him.

All things magick gave him an erection, and a good set of wheels got his blood boiling, and his temperature was arising.

Constantine watched the others for a second, especially Augustus' half dry hump attempt before walking over himself. He smirked as he remembered the feeling a good drive gave, and blood slowly began pumping to his groin, sending a zing of energy with it.

As he reached the passengerside door, he gave the handle a pop. But, it didn't dance open, instead it was locked.

"He aint got it yet salad, that's why we here mate, to jimmy our way in." John said in a stern voice, very focused on the occasion. 

Before the blood could reveal itself in a bulg in his pants, his mind began ticking over as to how to pull this off, whilat he turned and leaned against the door and scoured the immediate area.

The car garage was busy, and not exactly the right time to pull anything so ambitious. John noticed a few people moving about the area, and kept his eyes on one in particular.

"So, how we gon' do this, then." he flicked out to the two men, still watching the mechanic.

"And I got shotgun." he said with a smirk. If he wasn't to drive, he was to be up front with the action of the road coming at you whilst screeming through the streets.

"John's right Caesar, if it was mine already we'd be tearing up the streets as we speak, my friend." He said to Caesar, pleased with their enthusiasm.

Decypha felt a surge of excitement and adrenaline rush. This was what he'd been looking for since leaving the Agency, getting that spark back in his life.

"Right..." He began to whisper to them both, as the typical Brit again coming through using 'Right' to start a sentence. He began to explain to them the plan with expert precision.

"I have prepared us for this, I knew you couldn't refuse. Just around the corner is some black overalls and a mask to keep our identities hidden. The garage closes for a 30 minute break in a moment. The usual part-time morning reception staff who deal with sales will leave for the day, and the two owners - brothers - will remain behind to eat their packed lunch still made by their mother before re-opening for repairs."

The other two listened intently as not to miss a detail.

"They have a rifle kept below the counter at reception, and another out back in the garage area above the deer head attached to the wall. The first brother locks the front door which is the easiest to bust into but there are too many eyes watching. The second brother will come to the rear to check his car and sit his fat arse on the bonnet while he quite absurdingly shovels his food into his mouth, which is parked in directly in front of the rear garage door where cars are supposed to come in and out.

The rear exit is our best bet, it leads straight out into the back streets, but it's blocked. We need to put the fatty to sleep and move his car without alerting the other one, who will be locked inside the garage office pulling on his plonker to Burlesque Magazine. What do you chaps reckon?" He concluded.

A very thorough assessment of the situation, probably over-analyzed but D is not a man for making mistakes. He looks into the eys of both his pals, wondering how are they are going to respond. Would they rather wait and come back when it's less of a risk at night time maybe? That would usually be the preferred method for D to avoid any risks, but in light of recent events he is now willing to take that risk for the buzz. Will they stay or will they go...

Constantine cocked an eyebrow, still leaning against the car, not knowing what to make of Caesar's comments. The chap didn't know him from a bar of soap, and his reasoning for driving made absolutely no sense. So he went into fuck you mode.

"Salad mix, you ain't even know me, so spouting that shit just makes you sound like a trollop. But if you want me to drive, I ain't arguing. Just keep your shitstain comments to yourself, eh? And buy me a drink before you want to tickle me balls, or this mad motherfucker might just take your shit dribbling as more than a love tap."

Constantine was an ass at the best of times, but he had class. He made remarks to drive a point home, rather than to simply jab a knife in your side. He didn't take kindly to straight up insults, unless of course, he was on some troll exorcism shit.

John pushed off the car and looked at Decypha, not in the usual cocky mood. He was heated, and ready to set something ablaze. He wanted to get on with the job and let out his hellish energy constructively, on the job.

"So these costumes, where they at?"

Decypha laughed at John and Caesar slinging insults at each other. These would never have been the type of people he would associate himself with due to his past, but maybe this is who he was. Who we have already been had he had grown up in a normal life, a sociable man with a good sense of humor. His thoughts began to derive again, which seems to be a common problem lately as he switches off from the outside world. He clicked himself back to reality.

"I have a small storage unit 2 minutes around the corner from here. We can nip around to prepare, you will also find some tools and other equipment in there that may be of good use." He said with a smirk, eager to show his friends his stash. They would be pleasantly surprised when they saw the loadout he has.

"Caesar old chap, I would rather I drive for this one my friend. If on the small chance this goes south, I can say I managed to live the dream even if only for a short while. By the look on John's face, he's eager to use that shotgun which gives true meaning to your expression 'riding shotgun'." He added as he chuckled to himself for his idiotic jokes.

"You take the backseat as planned, give them hell."

He then ushered the lads to follow him around the corner to the  hidden storage unit.

"Are you ready for this fellas?" exclaimed D in words he'd not normally use. It seems he was beginning to relax himself a little. He must not stray too much from his originality however, he prides himself in being a gentleman.

With a huge pair of bolt croppers he snapped off the padlock and rolled up the the door to the unit.

It was unlike anything you would usually see... inside it was a lot bigger than it looked from the outside. Row upon row of different types of weapons, tools, decoding and surveillance equipment, body armour, stealth clothing for different environments and right at the back there was a vehicle shaped object with a cover over the top.

"Well don't just stand there, what do you think? I had to take SOME souvenirs with me when I left the agency." He said as he urged them to respond with their thoughts of the content of this unit.

His jaw dropping in surprise, Caesar walks over and stares at all the gear in the room. He had always had a thing for lethal weapons, and this place gave him a raging hard-on. "Hey D, do I get to take my pick of these?" he asks Decypha, gesturing at the room around him, his eyes glimmering with enthusiasm. When it came to choosing weapons, Caesar always was like a kid in a candy-shop, looking for weapons to.........shoot up the candy-shop with!!

As he laughed to himself, he was surprised that Caesar had not noticed what looks like a vehicle under the cover at the back. Maybe John would notice?

"This is some of the gear I salvaged from an old hideout that I used back in MI6. I have more scattered around which I have been slowly gathering up, it will prove very useful in the future. I will save that topic for another time, but to answer your question Caesar old chap, you may take your pick." Decypha said to Caesar as he watched him rubbing his hands, looking like a fat kid staring at a cake.

"The same goes for you John, take what you need. You are both welcome to come here if ever you should need to. Just be sure you aren't followed, that is extremely important. I have some of the worlds most advanced technology including blueprints, gadgets and weapons. They cannot fall into the wrong hands." He said, stressing the importance of this to both of his friends. He never trusted others before as it is more responsibility on your shoulders to rely on others and deal with the shit if goes wrong and they let you down. But these guys were different, there was an unusual connection there. Also, a big part was probably due to the fact they are all part of the same crew, the same family. He looked at John as he waited for him to say something, his gaze still beaming into the unit.

As the trio of completely different personalities walked along, misfits indeed, John stood a little behind Caesar. He was kicking up dust at the back of his pants whilst they made their path to Decypha's storage unit.

He was still peeved and hoped at some point he'd be able to do a little more, like a pimp slap perhaps. Yet as the unit door was pulled open, John forgot all of that.

His thoughts dropped with his jaw. Wow was one that came to mind. Fuck me was another, that he lip synched. And this guy is not to be fucked with was what hung with him.

"I ain't fuckn with you, at all. Who the fuck are you?" John said as he stepped inside and began looking around, jaw still scraping the ground. He'd need stitches on his chin if he gawked any harder and longer. A nudge from D snapped him out of his would be wet dream.

John wasn't one to use such sophisticated instruments. He wouldn't know where to start. Yet impressed, sure, and then some. His eye did catch something covered at the back though. If John did anything well, it was drive, and con people out of money. So the shape of her under the tarp was on his level.

"Now tell me that's just as cool as all this shit." Constantine said as he pointed toward where his balls had already ran off to.

He was still in awe, like a kid in a candy shop, but more a strangers blackened out windowed van, chowing on something tantalizing all the while thinking maybe this shit is a little too over his head.

And maybe that candy was a bad idea. He was impressed, yet a little frightened who this man was, as he still didn't know him all too well. Time would fix that, though, as it always did.

Never would anybody have seen him with such a huge grin on his face. He'd never been a man that could show anything off, not because he didn't want to but because it would probably jeoprodize his identity and lead to mission failure or worse.... death. Not only that, he has never really had any friends to show anything to in the first place. So with that, this is his first opportunity and he's making the most of it, and loving every minute.

He continued to smile and kind of chuckle to himself at the reaction of these two.

"A long time ago John - and Caesar - my reply would have been that if I tell you who I am, I'm afraid I'd have to kill you. It's not something I can share openly, due to a matter of trust and protecting myself. However, times have changed and I have escaped my past. I will tell you this in confidence and I expect it go no further. As you may have heard me mention a minute ago, I was a double agent for MI6. My whole life has been dedicated to that god forsaken agency. The government isn't what it seems, and I took the first chance I could to get out. I will say no more for now." He concluded. Most people would say he's stupid for telling criminals a story like that as it could turn on him. An ex-agent for the government? How dangerous would that be to the criminal underworld. But that is exactly why he decided to tell them, as it is a good indication that he no longer associates with that anymore. Plus, why the hell would he show them this unit containing stuff that could spark a world war?

"Ah, I knew one of you would notice. Come inside gentleman, let me reveal something to you that you probably would never have even heard of before." He said, as he walked over to the object under the cover. And similar to the swish of a cape, he pulled off the cover, revealing a D-8 Armored Car.

"As I said, there are things in here that will prove very useful in the future. This is a D-8 Armored Car, used in the Winter War. There were only around 25 made." It was like his baby. He'd always admired this awesome creation.

"Right, let's finish up here then chaps. We must make haste and gather what is needed if we are to finish what we have started. We only have a small window". He said as he gestured for the guys to take what they need. What would they think to the D-8?

Armoured cars, spies, gadgets in a room full of fuuuuuuckn wooooow. John was beside himself. He felt a little out of his depth so stayed quiet, especially with the D-8 unveiling.

Until he saw it. A winchester 97 pump action shotgun. The car blew his mind, yet this was something else. Like a kiss on the cheek after a reach around, it played to his heart more than his balls.

She wasn't the newest model pump action on the market, and he already had his own modified version of the 21 two shot. This though, it was one he'd hsd back home and wasn't able to bring over with him.

Not thinking and caught in a spell, John moves toward the beauty, lifted her off the wall and looked the gun over.

"Twelve guage. Six shots. Eighteen eighty seven.." then he held it in one hand and gave it a pump. "Pump action."

No longer feeling out of place, he'd found his comfort zone. He slid shells into the gun and strapped a kniff to his right ankle just for good measure. Sure, he had his deck of cards, but how often did you roll out on a mission like this?

"Come on lads." he said with his usual self confident grin. "Let's get this show on the road."

Without much more gathered, John made sure he picked up the suit he was initially thinking they'd only be getting and headed back outside the locker.

"Caesar, what have I told you old chap. Take it, it's yours. I ask for nothing in return, only that you look after it and ensure that it serves you well." He stated to his friend.

"And indeed you are right there, the D-8 would fetch a lot of money. But, this baby is going to stay right here for when we may need her. I have a feeling our future operations will require her services." Decypha said as he caressed the cold, solid panel of the armoured car.

He turned to face John who was ushering them to get a move on as he retreated out of the locker, looking at the shotgun he had swung over his shoulder.

"Ah, the old 97 pump action. What a beauty. I have a special case for you to keep that in which you can pick up when this is over." He told John as both of them looked at him with a strange look on their face as he picked up a number of odd gadgets, hiding them in several different pockets of his custom-made suit. Decypha liked to use his gadgets as much as possible, sometimes even more so than popping off shots from his arsenal of fancy guns.

"Caesar, do you have everything you need my good fellow?" D asked Caesar, who gave him the nod of approval. He took a quick look around to check for any onlookers, and closed the door for the unit and placed his complex locking device across the front.

And that was that. They all headed back round to the garage, stocked right up to the brim with weapons and equipment that seemed like it would be enough to launch a full-scale war across the city. They once again approached the garage but this time they approached from the back. It was no surprise to the other two that as D said would happen, one of the fat brothers came out with mummy's packed lunch and sat his arse down on the car to eat it.

"Now then chaps, how do you want to work this?" He said to them both as he thought it'd be best to let them decide their role in the events prior to actually stealing the car.

"That's easy." Caesar tells Decypha, grinning widely. "Me and Johnny boy will take care of the fatso. It shouldn't be too difficult for this obnoxious sodomite to distract him, and I can take him down." 

He gestures towards the garage. "Can you get inside and grab the vehicle D?" 

And with that John went to work. He placed the shotgun down against the fence before sneaking along it towards the end where it gapped into the driveway to the back gate.

With a quick peer around the side, John saw the sandwich eater making good work of his break. Just one bite in and he was dripping some kind of sandwich spread onto his shirt. The only thought John had was that he could go a sandwich, then stepped out into the open space and walked ho the driveway.

Before being noticed he pulled out a deck of cards and began shuffling them. Everyone loved a good card trick, or at least that was always Constantine's angle.

"Hey!" was the initial word that came out of his mouth, along with a bit of sandwich meat. He looked perplexed yet not overly worried. The dark blue painter overalls John was wearing were what caught his attention the most though.

"Pick a card, any card." was John's response as he fanned them out and continued his slow but steady forward movement towards the man blocking the back entrance.

"You shouldn't be here. Turn around and leave." was his response after swallowing.

"Just one trick." John pressed on then stopped a few feet from the parked car covering the back gate. He was all smiles, trying to heap on the charm.

"Look, just leave. This aint an area you can be." the guy said as he began reaching his hand to his right side which was concealed from view.

"Well this is going to shit." John said before parting a single card, fanning the rest closed then flicking he chosen one with force towards the man.

In a show of precision, the card flew through the still air and hit the sandwich eater right in the eye. As it did, the man dropped the apple he was picking up which then bounced off his knew and began rolling down the bonnet of the car.

John had a quick decision to make, which his stomach made for him. He dived for the apple and hoped someone else would do their part in operation '34.