As Chickenz sat atop the apartment building, waiting on something to happen across the street, a sudden realization hit him like a bolt of lightning.

"Damn!" He said aloud, slapping himself in the forehead and cursing his forgetfulness. He was due to pick up a very large shipment of cocaine that had been flown into the Las Vegas airport. He looked once more across the street to ensure nothing was happening and the goons associates he'd sent hadn't arrived just yet before heading down into the apartment building and knocking on the first apartment door he came to.

THUMP THUMP

No answer.

"Hello? Anyone home?" He called through the rather flimsy door, then pressed his ear to it to listen for signs of life. Still nothing. Good. Should make this easy then.

He made short work of the lock with one of the bobby pins he still had from his days snatching purses. A soft *click* told him that the lock had been opened, and he turned the brass knob and swung the door open, stepping inside and looking around.

Finally, he saw what he was looking for. A telephone, sitting on a table next to a window overlooking the location across the street. Good, he thought. Should anything happen while he were on the phone, he could still see it.

He picked it up, and quickly dialed Sw1tch's number, hoping against hope he wasn't on another of his 'TRAMPAGES' and could answer the phone.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he heard a "Hullo?" On the other end.

"Damn glad you answered, man. I need a huge favor if you've got the time. Shipment is coming in at the Las Vegas airport. Could you take a few guys and go pick it up, make sure it gets back to HQ?"

Sw1tch was asleep, well if he was to be honest with himself, he had passed out after spending quite a few hours at the HQ bar and then at some dive bar he stumbled across upon leaving the HQ. A noise ripped though his still hazy brain. It sounded like a telephone? No it couldn't be, not now. So in a desperate attempt to get away from the sound, Sw1tch further buried his head in the pillow but the sound was still there getting louder and if possible more frantic. The struggle was real. Did he ignore the sound and hope it went away? Or make it stop? He quickly decided by reaching blindly towardtowards what he hoped was the telephone.

​"Hullo?!"

Sw1tch quickly woke and sobered when he heard the voice of Chickenz on the other end of the phone. He was just about to ask him how the job he sent Amon and Giovinco was going, when Chickenz cut his thoughts short with a job for him and an opportunity for 3 of the new guys, Edward_Kenway, Zeke and Gregus. Not just an ordinary job, they had to intercept a shipment at the airport and then make sure it got back to the HQ. Sounded simple enough, right? 

"Shipment. Airport. Back to HQ. Okay. Right. Yeah. I got you. A few guys? Hmmm. Have just the 3 in mind."

Sw1tch listened further, making sure every word, every detail had sank into his quickly sobering brain.

"Don't worry we've got this. Okay. Check back in with you later. Bye."

Sw1tch hung the phone up and fell back against the bed, staring at the ceiling for a moment before mumbling something under his breath. He then sat back up, glanced around his bedroom, taking note of where his clothes landed, when he was suddenly hit with a question...did he come home alone? Judging by the way his clothes were thrown around...

"Oh man. What the hell did I do last night?"

With that question burning in his mind, he got up, collected his clothes and headed for a quick shower. Once out of the shower, he quickly redressed, grabbed his keys, gun and with one last glance in the mirror, he was out the door.

Gregus was an early morning guy. He liked to grab a coffee, and have a nice peaceful smoke on the stoop outside his apartment. He'd think a little but mostly compose himself for the hectic day which often lay ahead. The Strip was usually pretty quiet at this time of day and Gregus used the time to take an inventory of his needs and deeds. Needs: well a pint of bourbon would be nice. His hair was getting a little bit long so maybe a trim was in order. Shoes needed a little shining. There was a great little bootblack near the airport that Gregus liked to patronize. Deeds, well that was soon answered when Switch roared in his roadster. "Jump in, Gregus," he snapped. "We've got some work to do at the airport and it may not be pretty. Are you ready for some action." Gregus got up, stretched and grinned. "Always, boss. Always."

After getting off the phone with Chickenz and eventually leaving his home, Sw1tch decided a quick detour before he went and picked up Gregus was needed and the perfect place wasn't too far from his home. There was a little cafe he'd found not long after arriving in Vegas which would help him wake up further with a cup of coffee and something to eat. He'd need to be very alert for the upcoming job, because one little slip meant the difference between life and death and this may have been Vegas but he didn't want to gamble with those kind of odds. Not this time. After getting his coffee and something to eat, he got back into his car, feeling better and ready to get the job done. Now he had to go find Gregus. He just hoped he was still home. He received his answer several minutes later when he pulled up outside Gregus' house and found him sitting on the stoop, he wound down his window and told Gregus to 'Jump in.' and then proceeded to explain as they drove away from Gregus' house, what lay ahead for them and the possible danger but to his credit, Gregus seemed unfazed and ready to do whatever it took, which made Sw1tch smile to himself. He gripped the steering tighter and kept his focus on the road, while going over possible plans of action in his mind, while wondering where and what Edward_Kenway and Zeke were doing. Hoping against hope that they were ready and headed for the airport. While keeping his eyes on the road, Sw1tch decided to break the silence that had fallen over them.

"So Gregus. My man. Any ideas on how we should handle our little, not so little, job? I'm open to suggestions."

Sw1tch released the death grip on his steering, leaned back and relaxed into his seat. Curious as to what Gregus would say.

After getting word of the job that was needed he made his way into the streets. Dressed in his normal 17th century attire he pulled his hood up and walked out into the crowd. Edward favored being hidden amongst the people, blending in not to be seen. The way of this new world was interesting to him the people barely would recognize one another nor pay attention. They all were to busy with their papers or industry work. 

Looking down at his wrist guards adjusting the hidden blades. Moving his wrist forward push the pressure plate of the blade causing it to eject. Sharp as ever, he thought to himself as he made it down the streets. He was giving a location and a time he had to be there. Noticing a darker alley way he made his way down it disappearing into the shadows.

Arriving at the location that he was told to meet, his eyes focused in on something approaching. Squinting as he shifted his foot back slipping into the darkness waiting...

The traffic on the way to the "McCarran International Airport" was surprisingly light but still provided enough time for Sw1tch and Gregus to come up with a plan and Sw1tch still hoped against hope that Edward and Zeke were already at the airport or close to it. Time and patience was rapidly running out, they HAD to get the job done and Sw1tch refused to fail. Several more minutes had passed when finally Sw1tch and Gregus had made it to the airport. As quickly and quietly as he could, Sw1tch drove towards what he hoped was the right spot. His suspicion was confirmed when he spotted what looked like to be a shipping container behind the chain link fence that he assumed was the cargo bay, he just prayed that it was THE container.

Sw1tch and Gregus got out of the car and looked around the surprisingly quiet area but how much longer would it remain so? Sw1tch looked down at his watch, looked around once more and let out a breath. He was just about to make a move when out of the corner of his eye he saw movement which had him and Gregus on instinct draw their weapons in the direction of where the movement came from. They were just about to move forward when Edward_Kenway appeared out of the shadows. Sw1tch and Gregus let out a sigh of relief as they reholstered their weapons. Sw1tch then took a closer look at who emerged from the shadows.

"Edward?! Damn! Am I glad to see you, man. Where the hell have you been? More to the point have you seen Zeke?"

Edward shook his head in the negative which caused Sw1tch to let out a groan as he ran his hand down his face.

"Well, boys, looks like it's just going to be us then. Time is running out and even though it's quiet now, I'm not willing to hang around. Okay?! So let's do this!"

All three locked eyes on the fence that seperated them from their target. Sw1tch looked at Gregus and Edward and was just about to start to climb the fence when Edward silently stepped up to the gate and with his a flick of his wrist the lock on the gate opened. Sw1tch and Gregus looked at eachother amazed. Sw1tch then let out a small chuckle.

"Son of a...Well who needs a key when you've blades hidden in wrist guards? Thanks, Edward."

Edward held the gate open and motioned for Sw1tch and Gregus to go through then followed behind after making sure the gate stayed open. The three of them walked towards the container, keeping an eye and ear out for anything.

Their goal was within their grasp. 

The time was now.

Sw1tch, Gregus and Edward reached the container. Sw1tch looked around again, suddenly feeling uneasy, feeling like they were being watched. It felt like the calm before the storm, a storm he would usually welcome with open arms but not now, there was a headache building behind his eyes and he just wanted to get this over with, head back to the HQ, drop off the coke and head home. Maybe a "Trampage" would help ease the pain of his headache? He could see Chickenz shaking his head at the thought.

He turned back to Gregus and Edward, who were still standing, waiting for their next command . Sw1tch let out a breath he didn't realize he'd be holding and turned his attention to the lock on the container. He really wished he'd brought his lockpicking kit, hell even a few bobby pins from days gone by. He then remembered Edward's wrist guards and hidden blades and how he'd opened the gate. He motioned to the lock and stepped aside.

"Edward? Do your thing."

Edward nodded in understanding and proceeded to eject his blades and pick the lock. Sw1tch and Gregus thanked him as Edward gave a slight nod and put his blades back in the safety of his wrist guards as Gregus opened the container door and let out a low whistle followed by a "Gotcha!". Sw1tch looked inside, letting out a sigh of relief.

"Yes! Okay boys, lets grab as much as we can, take it back to the car and then get the hell out of here."

Edward and Gregus nodded in understanding and got to work as Sw1tch kept an eye out, hand suddenly twitching at his side, near where he kept his gun holstered. Several minutes and several trips back to the car later, they had gathered enough to make a very nice profit for everyone involved.

"Alright, guys. That's enough. We've done it. Now it's time to get the hell out of..."

Sw1tch was cut off mid sentence by the sounds of screaming and gun fire. That storm he dreaded had arrived! Edward and Gregus looked at eachother then at Sw1tch, who pulled his gun and started firing back at the gangsters that were suddenly appearing and ducking for cover while they shot. He glanced at Edward and Gregus, who also started to fire back and yelled to them over the gunfire.

"GO! GET TO THE CAR. I'LL COVER US! NOW MOVE!"

After a moment of hesitation, they obeyed and made a break for Sw1tch's car. Sw1tch kept firing away, dropping 3 of the gangsters before making a break for it as well. Ducking and dodging gun fire as he went. After what seemed like a lifetime, he made it back to his car, jumped into the drivers seat and slammed his foot down the pedal hard enough to put his foot through the floor, and got the hell outta the airport. Sw1tch just hoped and prayed that they wouldn't be followed. As he held the steering wheel in a death grip, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his left arm and that's when noticed the blood running down his left arm. He shook his head. He'd been winged by a bullet in his rush to get away.

"Son of a..."

It really didn't matter at the moment. They'd accomplished what they set out to do. Now it was time to get back to the HQ and sort everything out. 

A "Trampage" was definitely needed now!