You are hungry for all info you can get. That always is a challenge.

You just received some information, from a reliable source, that not too far away, in a heavily armed warehouse, an item is stored you really want to get your hand on.

Do you have it in you to fight and find your way into the warehouse and steal the map of the location?

You always wanted to have this one. Before informing the rest of your crew, you decide to head over there.

It was 10 PM. The sun had set for quite a while now.

Gabe was breathing rapidly. The thing he had been looking for, for several weeks, had been confirmed by a reliable source to be stored in a heavily armed warehouse. He was tense by the thought of it. It would be an all or nothing situation, one he wouldn't get a second chance from if he messed up.

The warehouse was located at the outskirts of the city, the source had informed there would be a specific map there, the one he was looking for.

He got up from his old wooden chair which gave a slight squeek. His livingroom looked like something from a horror movie and the pizzaboxes had outnumbered the beers. His trash started to smell rotten, and dust had formed in large piles on every piece of furniture except the chair he got up from. The room was dimly lit, and the brown walls didn't help much either. 

The map would help him start over again, give him a chance to gain the respect he deserved and worked so hard for. A fuck up was a no go.

He grabbed his keys which were firmly placed on a small shelf next to the entrance, as he opened the door he let out a loud sneeeze.

His gun was loaded and hidden in his right back pocket, and a notepad in his left. The notepad read.

"Jonathans street, 147, entrance 47"

It wasn't much, but he knew where it was. He couldn't afford a car, so he waited for a taxi to pull over close to him.

A few minutes later, a yellow taxi with a broken backlight drove past him by about 10 feet until the driver noticed Gabe gave a signal.

The taxi stopped and Gabe quickly entered.

"Jonathans street, 147, entrance 47 please. And make it quick."

The driver didn't say a word and did as he was told. While being driven, Gabe noticed how it started to rain, the raindrops on the windows piled up and looked like they were racing to get to the bottom fast. Gabe was sweating and felt rather dizzy, he needed to remain calm, and hope for the best.

This was his last chance.

20 minutes later they arrived about half a mile away from the warehouse. Gabe wondered and the driver knew the question before it was asked.

"Sorry, sir, I have heard stories about this place. This is as close as you are gonna get"

Gabe nodded and paid the driver. Shortly after, he started walking towards the warehouse. It was dark, it was raining, but he never stopped walking. 

He watched patiently, waiting. He wondered slightly on exactly what was in this warehouse. Would it be worth it? The shady figure he had met a few days earlier told him it held something interesting, but not even he knew what.

He adjusted the rifle on his shoulder and then leaned away from the scope, stretching his shoulders and cracking his back. He sat in a chair on the roof of the apartments across from the warehouse. He had scoped out the guards, entry points, and had thought relentlessly on what this mystery item was.

He was about to resume scoping out the place a bit more before moving in, until he noticed a cab pull up down the street and a slightly nervous man climbing out of it. It was pretty late, so why would this guy be coming out here in a cab? Maybe he had something to do with it. 

Ckotnha decided to watch a bit as events unfolded before making his decision on what exactly to do.

Without making a sound, a squirl ran just past him, as AlbertoTomba was observing 147, Jonathans street. From the corner of is eye, he saw GabeTheDog being dropped off by a cab at 109.4 yards from entrance 47. Gabe steadily, yet slowly, walked towards the infamous warehouse.

As Gabe came closer, Alberto pointed at Ckotnha on the rooftop and made a gesture for him to join Gabe and him. In his opinion, they would have a better shot at acquiring the map if they worked together.

With Ckotnha coming closer, Alberto pointed again..

There!

TonyllTacito was also heading to Jonathans Street 147. He too wanted his hands on that map. It had taken him a while to get there as he couldn't tell the taxi driver where to go and he had forgot his trusty notepad.

Eventually after a painfully slow game of charades, the driver had gained the destination.

Upon arriving though Tony had seen a few guys making there way into the infamous warehouse. He tried to shout for them to wait but again that was pointless. Being a mute was causing more problems that he would of thought possible. He would just have to try and catch them up and hope that him sneaking up behind all silently wouldn't cause them to just turn and shoot.

"Maybe I should get a bell or something" He thought!

Ckotnha made his way down from the roof and approached, rifle in arms, and spoke to Gabe and Alberto.

"What are you guys doin' here? I thought I was the only one who knew about this score, but I guess word gets around fast."