Jack pulled down his facemask and slipped the night vision goggles onto the brim of his helmet. He felt ready for the mission, but he was a little unsure about how the rest of the group saw him. There he sat with only two other members. It seemed as if the rest were taking their time. He felt kind of like the annoying freshman everybody didn't like.
(Bumping, Tessa and Sorla ya'll needa post.)
Bailey grabbed a vest and walked into the briefing room. He had his own pistol, a 9mm SW1911 in a holster at his waist, and a model 627revolver in a sidearm. Bailey raised an eyebrow when he saw the report. "That's an awful lot of blow." He said. "Who was the rat?" It nearly seemed like too much for a single shipment, how did they even manage to smuggle it in? Bailey understood the Hound unit were paid to be soldiers, act and not ask questions, but it was frustrating to have information with held. It could be the difference between life and death. "And what's our cover anyways? Are we just gonna barge in there and tell them to surrender their weapons? Cause if so, I'd like to get some things done first."
"We're going under the cover of the pick up crew. Lisa'll be covering us from Jay's Fishery across the street. Jack, you're drivin' the truck. Once Lisa takes out the door guard you're drivin' the sucka' straight through the wall. By that point, Rowan an' Maxine should have the power cut. Once we're inside, fan out. Lisa, keep 'em pinned. Rowan an' Maxine, clear the rafters then get down on ground level to help finish the job. Bailey, our rat was Joey Santos. They snuck the soda in on a fish delivery. They're expectib' the same company truck to come pick up the load. We ready?" Jared asked, and when he recieved affirmation he smiled and said, "Let's bark, Hounds!" Throwing a Joey's Fishery hoodie over his vest, he exited the briefing room and hopped into the truck. He pointed Rowan and Maxine to their own vehicle, and Lisa to hers. They had to split up, or they would arouse suspicion.
Lisa walked to the car that Jared had pointed to. She was happy she got to be alone. She felt she did a better. Job when she got to do it in solitude. Lisa opened the door and hopped inside, revving the engine before sitting back to wait for the others to get ready to go.
Jack slipped on a hoodie as well, putting on the hood to conceal his helmet, and slipping down his face mask so he looked almost like a regular employee. Except for the legs, which were covered in protective gear. But he'd be in the truck until they'd have to advance, so that didn't matter as much.
He took the position in the driver's seat as he was assigned and waited for Bailey to get in the back seat. Simple enough, right? Wait for Lisa to take out the guy at the door, then plow through with the truck. I suppose Jack caught the idea. After all, they'd catch anyone there by surprise. This'll be a breeze, Jack thought, twirling the keys in his hand.
((Hey Terra, just a warning: I won't be on for the most part tomorrow.))
((No biggie. Neither will I. Bumping.))
Maxine has stayed in the background for most of the explanations and convetsation.
She had no complaints, Rowan was a good partner, and her job kept her pretty much out of sight of any one who might recognize her. Still, she had grabbed a face mask, armed with some excuse about protecting her family. She doubted her father, Reynaldo Di'Copaggio, would have her killed if he found her. She knew, as ruthless as he was, he loved her; but in a strangling way. Much like a boa constrictor might love it's prey. Being a snitch was a serious offense in her family, becoming a part of the Hound Unit was about a hundred times worse. Maxine walked toward the vehicle she and Rowan were to take, it was too late to wonder if joining the Hound Unit was the best or worst decision she'd ever made. So, instead, she muttered "Come on."
Rowan stood up and folowed Maxine out. Maxine wasn't a talker, which was good, they'd have a silent ride probably, Rowan didn't like people who just talked forever.
Rowan slid into the driver's seat and turned te keys in the ignition, waiting for Maxine to get in. She glanced at the other car, where everybody else was and then back at Maxine.
Bailey followed Jack and Jared to the truck and sat down in back. They had only six people and no clue what lay beyond the doors. A shipment that big would call for lots of armed guards, and twice as much hostility. He had known Santos at one point and a rat was the perfect way to describe the scum bag. Santos had tried playing Bailey once in a poker game and it ended with a broken bottle through Bailey's arm and Santos looking like he had gone through a meat grinder. "I think we should take some grenades." Bailey said darkly. "Just in case." Better rack up a few million in property damage then end up dead.
Jared nodded, motioning for him to grab some. Turning to Jack, he asked, "You ready, rookie?" He asked, clapping the boy on the shoulder. Picking up his radio, Jared then said, "Lisa, get into position at Jay's. Rowan, you an' Maxine follow behind the truck and break off at 4th street. We're leavin' once Bailey gets back."
Lisa stepped down on the accelerator and headed for her position. She found it easily enough. She left the car somewhat behind her, choosing to walk the rest of the way. Carefully she arranged herself on the ground, along with her sniper rifle.
Maxine hopped in the car, quiet as usual. She didn't want anyone asking too many questions. Plus, she had to prepare for If she should come face to face with a member of her father's mob. She pulled the face mask on, staring out the windshield. "Ready when you are" she muttered to Rowan, her voice as emotionless as usual.
Rowan started the car up and drove, she turned down 4th street and parked near by where they were supposed to be then she got out of the car and walked down a bacl alley, they needed to cut the power, she looked back to make sure Maxine was following.
Jared slapped his palm against the exterior of the truck. "Bailey? Let's go!" He shouted, impatient. This bust had to be done quickly, or they would lose the trail. That would be even worse than losing a few guys on a successful arrest.
Jack rested his M4 on the dashboard and turned the ignition, turning the truck on with a rumble of energy. He looked back towards the building, searching for Bailey. Grenades? Well... I guess you couldn't be too careful. After all, Jack was the one who'd asked about the type of resistance.
Once following Rowan, the anxiety got to Maxine. She looked over her shoulder often, as they headed down the alley. "So," she whispered, shaky, "you don't think anyone could spot us here, do you?"
Looking back Rowan shrugged,
"Don't know, they ain't supposed to." she said. They found the power circuts and wires,
"Lets get to work." she said, turning things off and cutting the wires and just making the wpower shut down,
"Get the ladder." she told Maxine as she worked.
Maxine nodded, and did as Rowan asked, grabbing the ladder. Rowan seemed to have already taken care of the power, now to get the ladder to the upper walkways.It was a bit heavy, but she managed to move it to the perfect spot. After it was steady and in position, she stepped back and waited for Rowan to finish.