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No big deal, just the Supreme Court of New York.
At this point, that’s actually kinda true.
The plan was simple, walk in, mask up, and shoot their way to freeing Houston.
The crew for the job?
Well, considering this is pretty much a family reunion, Dallas, Flame, Mono, and the much needed extra of Hoxton.
And for once, Mono wore a suit.
On the trip there, Flame asked, “What’s with the suit?”
“Gotta make a good first impression, right?” He replied.
That was met with something between an appreciative chuckle, and a disappointed sigh.
When they finally arrived, they all masked up, and proceeded to walk right in the front door.
After shooting the first two guards in the face, they walked willingly through the metal detector.
That was, in fact the plan. After all, they had to send a message, right?
“Let’s do this.” Dallas said, taking the quickest path he could to the courtroom.
Mono got to work looking for the electrical boxes needed for the lock on the courtroom.
Flame immediately went to the lower floor, finding the tanks of oxygen that were stashed.
Hoxton immediately took as many hostages as possible, buying as much time as they could.
Once the hack was complete, Mono shot out the rotunda window, opening up a drop point for their goods.
And by goods I mean a large thermal drill referred to as a thermal lance.
The lance got dropped In its usual three bags, which were quickly moved to the now open courtroom.
“Good afternoon.” Mono said to Houston, “I know this is kind of our first time meeting, so I’d figure I’d introduce myself.”
“Yeah, that’s great and all, but I think that can wait until I’m out of here.” Houston responded.
The team guarded the lance until completion, not letting it stop for a moment.
Finally, Houston was free.
However, things were going to get a bit annoying.
“Fuck, looks like we’re gonna have to take a different way to the rotunda!” Hoxton said, looking out of the courtroom.
Flame let a cry of frustration, “A fucking lockdown!?”
“The introductions can wait! Let’s get him the fuck outta here!” Dallas yelled.
So, Sunny and Dallas cleared the way, while Hoxton and Flame worked together to watch their backs as they escorted Houston to the rotunda.
Once they finally made it back to the rotunda, a rope was let down, and Houston was flown out and off.
Once their loot cage was set up, they got their next instructions.
“Alright, now to destroy the evidence.” Shade said, directing them to the server room upstairs.
When they entered, they were met with a dilemma, there were four servers, but only one had Houston’s data.
However, they had a scanning point, which would let them know who’s evidence this was.
The Payday Gang, however, is not known for having very good tech all of the time.
So you can imagine their luck with the scan times.
[GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! HOW THE HELL CAN THIS SUPREME COURT HAVE SUCH SHITTY COMPUTERS?!?]
(WHY ARE YOU ASKING ME?)
[BECAUSE I CAN ONLY ASK YOU!]
(THAT’S- actually a good point, who else are you gonna talk to?)
Whatever, server #1 came back negative, let’s see about server #2…
There we go, all of this data on Franklin Steele.
“Yoink!” Flame said, bagging the whole server.
Hoxton looked at the two remaining servers, and asked, “Why don’t we take these as well? Could be useful.”
“I mean,” Mono said, “he’s got a point.”
“Fuck it, grab those servers, we’re outta here.” Dallas said, commanding the team.
The four moved down and climbed into the loot cage and were lifted out. Through all of the gunfire, smoke and-
IS THAT A LIVING CLOAKER DOWN THERE?!?
Mono took aim with his revolver, steadying his grip before taking one faithful shot.
*Bang*
“Good. Cloaker dead.” Mono said.
Everyone else looked at him like he just did something psychotic.
“What? I have a very large hatred for cloakers that gets pretty personal.”
Flame couldn’t help but laugh, “I mean, you are the only one who learned how to get out from a cloaker’s beating.”
(I fucking hate cloakers.)
[WE hate cloakers.]