Black Dawn (Draft/16+)
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Black Dawn
Chapter 1: The Freelancer heists
Narrator: Los Angeles, Abandoned Warehouse, 2012.
???: Are you ready?
John: Yes But you know… There is no going back once we step in there.
???: Yes I do know that. But… It’s really dangerous there.
John: Yeah… Hey but, don’t forget. We look out for each other. Also… If things get messy there… Don’t hesitate to pull the trigger.
???: Yes I know… Let’s go.
Narrator: They get inside the warehouse and see two figures.
John: Diana? Did you set this up?
Diana: After the job in Vegas? Hell no. So you guys have files on “The Constant” too?
John: Yes…And I don’t think we will be meeting him in person.
Diana: That would be really weird. Meeting with the person you are blackmailing.
John: Then what the hell are we doing here?
Diana: That’s Drake. He is a pilot. He will be our escape pilot.
John: The escape pilot? What?
Diana: Wake up hon… A pilot.. A world class sniper… A mediocre thief. And whoever the f*ck you are.
???: You can call me “Ghost”
Diana: Cute fake name. “The Constant” has a job for us. And whatever it is, we have to work together.
Narrator: The screen in the middle of the room turns on and text appears on it.
Screen: I'm happy to see all of you following simple instructions with your damn peanut sized brains… I indeed have a job for you. Your job is to rob an armored truck which contains twenty million dollars worth of gold. After you hand it over to me along with the blackmail files, you each will leave with two and a half million dollars and my man will stop following you for trying to blackmail me.
Ghost: That's… Hella lot of money
Diana: Yes.
Drake: So… How are we going to do this?
Diana: Opposite of what happened in Vegas.
John: That was a one time thing.
Diana: Shut up, old man.
Ghost: Enough screwing around. We have just gotten the best deal of our lives. Focus.
John: You are right. Now's the time to get rich.
Chapter 2: Police Transportation HQ
Ghost: So… That’s where we start?
Diana: Yes. That’s the headquarters of the police department… They contain all the information about the police trucks which also contains The Constant’s target.
Drake: I'm waiting for you guys in the chopper.
John: Good… You guys know how to pick lock doors right?
Ghost: Uhm…
Diana: No. Because we are not a mediocre thief like you.
John: Shut up. Then I’m also going in.
Ghost: Good. I will disable the cameras, alarms and heat detectors. God dang this place is like a fortress.
Diana: The server room is on the 2nd floor. We need a keycard to enter there.
John: There are a lot of officers. If some of them disappear nobody would notice.
Ghost: We go in fast. Get the keycard, I will hack the computers, get the data then hide in the vent until its closing hour. We take out the technicians who will come and check the data like they do every night, Get their clothes and walk out the door with the data like nothing happened.
John: Easier said than done. How will we enter there in the first place?
Diana: Well it’s still a police office. Say you got robbed.
John: I’m the best thief in the world, doesn't anyone see the irony in that?
Diana: One, you are a mediocre thief, Second do it or we will fail the mission and lose 20 million dollars along with having a chance at getting shot anytime in our lives.
John: Good point.
Ghost: And the alarms are… Done. I override it, You have forty seconds to enter… GO!
Narrator: John got into the police office with his gun, since the metal detectors were disabled.
John: Can you hear me?
Diana: Yes. Can you hear us?
John: Indeed. The earring works. Let’s use them in all of the operations
Drake: You look like a guy who sells drugs in sketchy streets, but sure I would like to see you and Ghost wear those earrings.
John: Shut the f- Hello officer.
Officer 1: Hello sir… How can I help you today?
John: Oh officer please help me, I was extorted.
Officer: Happy to see you alive sir. Did you see the robber's face?
John: What? Sorry I can’t hear you, I have hearing problems and this room is too loud. Can we talk in a less crowded place?
Ghost: Good. You are luring the officer to a silent hallway-
CRASH!!!
Diana: And there goes the cop.
Ghost: Good. After you get his clothes,hide the body.
John: Alright, but for the second floor they will ask for my ID. And I look nothing like this guy.
Ghost: That taken care of. The knife you have in your pocket.
John: Yes?
Ghost: Shave your beard, take a picture of yourself and send it to me.
Diana: How will that work?
John: I agree with this jerk. How the hell will that work?
Ghost: I can create a fake ID faster than you can drink a glass of water.
John: That is really not a good thing to brag about when you are just 30 meters away from a police office.
Ghost: Shut up. Aaand done. I'm sending this ID paper to the nearest printer. Be quick.
John: Alright.
Narrator: John goes to the nearest printer but then he sees there is someone next to it.
John: Ah hello, can I take my papers if you wouldn’t mind?
Police: Ofcourse. Ah, am I right? Pretty busy here.
John: You don’t need to tell me that! *nervous laughter*
Ghost: What are you doing? He can NOT see the fake ID.
John: Uhm… Officer…
Police: Darryl.
John: Ah. Can you please ask the secretary if she has my file?
Police: Ofcourse. What's your badge number?
John: Uhm…
Ghost: Stall him for a sec… I’m finding the badge number of the guy you took out.
John: I can’t really remember…but...
Police: What… Is happening here? All of the people who work here have to have their badge number memorized…
John: It's uhh…
Ghost: Just a sec…
Police: I will have to report this.
Ghost: 872411!
John: WAIT! I remember it now. 872411!
Police: Alright, let me check that first and then I will be back with the files.
John: Can you please put them on my desk?
Police: Ofcourse. Have a good day!
John: Okay I got the ID printed.
Ghost: Good. Now you have access to everywhere on the 1st floor. Including the…
John: Backdoor. Got it.
Narrator: Ghost sneaks in the police station and finds John waiting in the back of the door.
John: Ah, it's locked.
Ghost: Great. Now we have to wait for a ke-
John: I'm done lockpicking already. Now just gotta open the door-
Narrator: Right before John opened the door, Ghost saw some kind of a machine near the door.
Ghost: NO! Do not open the door. There are sensors. Open it for one second and it will trigger the alarms.
Diana: God damn it. Now we gotta override some sensor? That will take hours upon hours meaning that the technicians can just walk away-
Blam!
Narrator: Ghost shoots at the sensor.
Ghost: Sometimes. The solution is easy. Open the door.
John: Alright. I still don’t have a keycard for the 2nd floor though.
Ghost: Well, The people who work upstairs are humans at the end-
John: Not really… Anyways move on.
Diana: So I suggest that we wait until one of them has to use the bathroom and steal his keycard. Then we go in-
Ghost: Negative. There are 15-20 technicians upstairs. At Least one of them will notice he is missing and replaced with someone else that they don’t even know.
Diana: Premmission for eliminating the technicians is approved. Execute all of them.
John: And the guards?
Diana: You also have permission to eliminate guards, too.
Ghost: Understood.
Narrator: John and Ghost start waiting in the bathroom… until…
Technician 1: God dang it, today is so crowded
Technician 2: Yeah, its bullsh*t. Did you see how many people were at the coffee line?
Narrator: The first technician goes to a cabin and…
Blam!
Technician: Anyways it was insane, right Jake? Uhm Jake? Jaaaaake? Jaaaaaa-
Blam! Blam! Blam!
Diana: Merciful kills you dumb f*ck. They are not enemies, just obstacles.
Ghost: Keycard obtained. We are going in.
John: Reload before going in, you will have to shoot many many people.l
Diana: Eliminate the guards first. Unlike us they do not have silencers. One of them fires a single shot and everyone will hear it.
Ghost: Understood. We go in fast and we take out the guards. Then enter the room. Take out the rest of the guards. Then take out the technicians.
Drake: Wait. Don’t go in yet. I see a guard that’s checking the camera’s with the backup power.
Ghost: Sh*t. What do we do?
Diana: I can take him out. He is in front of a window.
Drake: No. I see a pressure plate. Connected to a kind of box
Ghost: Is there a mark or like a symbol on it?
Drake: It's like a hexagon with a circle in it and it has the letters, H.S.C
Ghost: Dang it. That's a sensor. If you take him out he will put his feet out of the pressure plate and SWATS will be here in minutes.
John: We can enter the room and then take him out when we are making sure he is standing on the pressure plate.
Ghost: Too risky and suspicious. Plus if the pressure plate has sensors I'm pretty sure the door also has some. Meaning we can not open the door. The mission is off. Drake, do you copy? Mission is o-
BLAM!
Diana: Got him. And the sensor.
John: Doubleshot?
Diana: Who needs doubleshot to pierce through someone's head, and then to a sensor.
Ghost: That’s definitely not a line that you would hear everyday. Wait a second. Diana where the hell are you, how did you see that camera guard?
Diana: I wouldn’t let you guys leave me in a f*cking car. I’m on the hill next to the park.
Ghost: WHAT!!!! GET OUT OF THERE!!!!
Diana: Why?
John: I don’t know, maybe because people heard F*CKING GUNSHOTS!!!
Ghost: We are running out of time. Let’s get this over with before someone calls the police.
John: Well at the end we are in a police station.
Narrator: They go up the stairs and enter the 2nd floor.
Guard: Hello officer, how is your day going?
John: Pretty good. But yours is about to get real crappy-
Blam! Blam!
John: HEY! You should have let me finish my kill line.
Ghost: Silencer. Put. Gun. GO!
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
Ghost: One, two, three… four… one is missing.
Guard: HELP!!! HE-
Blam!
John: Got him.
Diana: Are the guards outside of the room all taken care of?
Ghost: Yes. Sensors are taken care of also. We can now go in.
John: Five,four thr-
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
Guard: WHAT THE HE-
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
Technician: HELP! HE-
Blam! Blam!
Guard: WE WANT SUPPORT UPSTAIRS!!! WE WANT SUPPORT!!! WHY THE F*CK THE RADIO ISN’T WORK-
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
Ghost: Eighteen,nineteen,twenty, twenty one aaaand…
Blam!
Ghost: That’s twenty two. Got all of them.
Diana: Good. Now get the f*ck out of there. Quick.
Ghost: Almost got the information… Got it. Police precinct 127. That’s where the armored truck is kept.
Blam!
Narrator: Ghost breaks a window and jumps down with john. They get into the chopper never to be seen in the Transportation Headquarters again…
Chapter 3: The Plan Change
Ghost: Come to the construction site? Where? The top floor. Got it.
Narrator: A dark figure slowly walks to the construction site and sneaks into the restricted area.
Ghost: Why did we meet here?
John: We got a call from The Constant.
Ghost: And? Was he happy we got the location?
John: Yes but… The thing is that he wanted us to bring back the gold bars as soon as possible.
Ghost: So?
Diana: We turn that gold in and we are all dead. We are gonna take it for ourselves. We don’t die and we get five million dollars per. And we keep the blackmail folders.
Drake: I don’t know… The constant is a shady guy, We can’t run. He got over four thousand people who were in the witness protection program.
Ghost: I agree this is a bad idea.
Diana: Better than walking up to him and getting killed. Listen Drake. Trust me. This is the best for you, and your family. So please. Let’s do this.
Drake: Well…I trust you.
Ghost: No change in the plans. We rob the truck and then go to the take off zone. But instead of going to the dropsite that The Constant told us, we will go in the opposite direction. Burn the plane and disappear.
John: Good enough for me. Everyone go get some sleep. We are going to rob an armored truck tomorrow.
Chapter 4: The Precinct 127
John: There is the precinct. They should have transported the gold to the truck yesterday. Let’s hope they did it, or we will be robbing an empty truck.
Ghost: Yes. When do we go in?
Diana: In an hour. You go in as civilians, put tracers on every officer. Take one out, sneak to the back of the building where they have the garage, locate the truck and take out the rest of the officers.
Ghost: Rest of the officers?
Diana: Everyone. I’m giving you permission to eliminate any civilians in an emergency.
Ghost: Got it. We should probably put tracers on them to see where they are.
John: Alright. Let’s go in. But I didn’t understand why we are gonna take out the officers.
Diana: Less officers there are, less chance they will see the bombs planted to the cars.
Ghost: There will be SWAT’s everywhere. They will be walking around the precinct anyways. We can’t take out literal SWAT’s.
Drake: Yes but they will not be coming near the car for security reasons. So we are okay.
Ghost: Okay. Let’s go. If anyone asks, we got mugged.
Narrator: They go in, and the first thing the Ghost does is shake hands with an officer.
Ghost: Hello officer, can you tell me where the bathrooms are?
Officer: There, next to the consultant’s table.
Ghost: Thanks.
Narrator: Ghost goes into the bathroom.
Ghost: Tracer number one is placed.
Diana: Good. Twenty four, more to go. Take the gun I placed for you there.
Ghost: That’s the sh*ttiest gun I’ve ever seen.
Diana: Just go with it. So we need the location of the tech office.
Ghost: Alright, that's easy. Also John taught me how to pick locks, so I can enter easier.
John: Hell yeah I did!
Diana: Really? OH C'MON JOHN! Anyways… Good luck.
Ghost: Hello officer, can you tell me where the tech room is please?
Officer: Why do you want to know?
Ghost: Uhm I… Have some files for them.
Officer: You need to go to another precinct for that…
Ghost: Ah alright I will just go to another pre-
Officer: No, You are coming with me to the captain's office.
Ghost: You don’t need to do this, I can just go.
Officer: No, come here.
Narrator: They went to the captain's office and then the officer explained everything.
Captain: So… Why do you want to know the location of the tech office?
Ghost: Guys, c’mon we don’t have to do this. I don’t wanna do this to you.
Officer: Do what?
Ghost: This.
Blam! Blam!
Ghost: Captain and an officer are eliminated.
Diana: Understood. Leave the bodies, I will send John to clean it.
John: HEY! It was your turn to clean the bodies.
Diana: Shut the f-. Anyways, we still need the location of the tech office so you can get into the basement. Check out some of the papers in his room.
Ghost: Understood.
Narrator: After two hours of searching.
Ghost: Hey, I found something… It shows the whole building's blueprints!
Diana: Perfect. Now we just need to ID our target in the basement. You might need to hack the consultant’s computer.
Ghost: I need access fast. I can hack the information but I have to get the computer passcode.
Diana: Alright, let’s take him to a quiet place and interrogate him.
Ghost: Well that shouldn’t be hard.
Narrator: Ghost locates the consultant.
Consultant: HAHAHA!!! That’s a good one Joe.
Joe: Yes! And then the man asks me what happened, so I say-
Ghost: Are you the consultant?
Consultant: Yes?
Ghost: Good. I need to talk to you about some important updates on the drug case.
Consultant: Okay.
Ghost: Too many ears. Meet me at the section B filing cabin.
Narrator: 15 minutes later:
Consultant: Hello? Are you there-
Click!
Ghost: You are currently held in gunpoint. Now talk. What is your computer password?
Consultant: It- Its 192cx9sd9. Now can y-
Blam!
Joe: Hey what the hell is going on here-
Blam!
Ghost: Two more officers down.
John: Gotcha. It will be hard to drag them out of the precinct.
Ghost: just leave them there.
John: Understood.
Ghost: Alright, now I can hack the computer.
Narrator: Ghost slowly sneaks to the consultant’s table.
Ghost: So he said the password was, 192cx9sd9. Let’s see if it's true… IT IS!!! Now just gotta check files, deposit, basement, safety boxes, Info… Aaaaaaand, GOT IT!!! Box number 193.
Diana: Good. Now clear out the tech room.
John: I'm waiting near the window with the body bags.
Narrator: Ghost smashes through the door, and then…
Tech 1: WHAT THE FU-
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
Ghost: All of them are dead. So what do we need from the tech room this time?
Diana: A keycard to the basement door.
Ghost: Alright a keyca- Wait… You made me kill eleven people for a keycard?
Diana: Yes.
Ghost: I COULD HAVE JUST PICKPOCKET THEM!
Diana: Oh yeah… Well it’s too late, plus now the camera’s are disabled.
Ghost: We are all going to go to hell… Anyways let's go.
Narrator: Ghost slowly moves to the basement without being seen.
Ghost: Alright I'm in. Now what?
Diana: Do you see that vault?
Ghost: You mean the one that is impossible to breach through?
Diana: Yes- No. It is possible. Just need to cut the power, then drill it.
Ghost: OH MY FU-
Diana: Hush. Now you have to find the electrician.
Ghost: Alright… Well that's gonna take forever-
Electrician: Hello? Who is in the basement?
Ghost: Are you the electrician?
Electrician: Yes?
Ghost: Well that was easy.
Electrician: What was easy? What is happen-
Click!
Ghost: Tell me how do I cut the power, if you want to live.
Electrician: Th- The- The red cable behind the building. PLEASE DON’T KILL M-
Blam!
Ghost: John. The red wire behind the building.
John: On it… Done.
Diana: Time for you to start drilling Ghost.
Ghost: F*ck you.
Narrator: Few hours later.
BEEEEP!!!
Ghost: Alright the vault is open. Just need to find box number 193. Got it. I got a USB. What is this?
Diana: The Employee list. We can find out who has the High security keycard to the garage. Find the nearest computer and connect it to the USB.
Narrator: Few minutes later.
Ghost: Got it. Alton Trent. He has the keycard. Should I just ask for it?
Diana: Sure. Or point a gun in his face, both works. But first… Put tracers on all the officers so you know where they are, when you are taking Alton Trent hostage… Or carrying his body to the dumpster. Plus It will help us know where they are, when you have to take them out.
Ghost: How hard can it be?
Narrator: An hour and eight close calls later.
Ghost: HOLLY SH*T THAT WAS THE MOST STRESSFUL THING IN MY LIFE AND I’M AN ORPHAN THAT WAS KIDNAPPED TWICE!!!
Diana: I tried to warn you but…
Ghost: NO YOU DIDN'T!!! Anyways… Let’s take care of Alton Trent.
Diana: So you can hostage him-
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
Diana: Or just do that and shoot him five times in his face.
Blam!
Ghost: Six. Anyways I got the keycard so can I go in now?
Diana: Ehhhh… No, not really. You still need to code for the garage-
Ghost: AHHHH!!! TOO MANY F*CKING THINGS TO DO IN THIS SH*THOLE!!!
Diana: Yes. Anyways I'm sure one of the officers knows it. You can ask them-
Narrator: Three failed, one accurate interrogation later.
Blam!
Ghost: I got the code now. Can I go?
Diana: Well yes.
John: I’m really sick of cleaning the bodies and the blood.
Ghost: Well now you don’t need to do that because…
John: We will take out all the officers. Yes I heard the plan, believe it or not.
Ghost: Old mentors first.
Narrator: Thirty seven bullets and eighteen close calls later.
Ghost: Done. That must be all of them.
Narrator: Ghost and John goes to the garage and…
Ghost: Bunch of C4 planted on all three trucks Diana.
Diana: Great. Get the hell out of there and get some sleep. You will wake up at 05: 30, since the trucks will leave at 06: 00.
Ghost: Let’s do this once and for all.
Chapter 5: The Ambush
Diana: WAKEY WAKEY YOU SLEEPY F*CKS!!!
Ghost: AHHH, WHAT THE F*CK!?!
Diana: IT'S ALREADY 05: 45!!! GO GO GO!!!
John: You know there are so much better ways of waking people up.
Diana: I really couldn’t give a f*ck. Let’s go.
Drake: I’m gonna drive you all to the location, and then go to the helicopter incase of a backup plan.
Ghost: Got it. When do I detonate the C4?
Diana: When they get to this location on the map.
Ghost: The C4 will only hijack the cars, not kill the driver. He will just report everything to the police.
Diana: We will shred the signals. By climbing up to THIS tower and then cutting the wires that are on the top of the tower.
Ghost: Alright, but the tower is restricted and the guard- Wait nevermind I forgot we were murderous terrorists for a second.
Diana: Good. Then you know the plan.
Narrator: Ghost walks up to the signal tower.
Ghost: Hello.
Guard: Hello
Ghost: Goodbye.
Blam!
Diana: Well that was mean. Get to work. Now.
Ghost: Alright… That tower is 200 meters high.
Diana: Get to work then. We don’t have much time left.
Narrator: Ghost climbs to the top of the tower.
Ghost: Ah sh*t.
Diana: What?
Ghost: I forgot the screwdriver.
Diana: Get it. QUICK! I can't believe that I'm working with f*cking morons.
Ghost: Well I have to jump in order to do that.
Diana: Well, don't do that.
Ghost: Hmmm… WAIT A SECOND I FOUND A HOSE!!! I'M GONNA DIE HARD THIS OUT!!!
Narrator: Ghost ties the hose to himself and then jumps.
Ghost: YEEEEEEEEEAH!!!
Diana: How do you know it's not too short or too long.
Ghost: Oh… OH FU-
Narrator: Ghost stops when he is two meters away from the floor.
Ghost: Diana.
Diana: Yes?
Ghost: Remind me to never do that again. Never.
Diana: Got it. NOW GET THE F*CKING SCREWDRIVER AND START CLIMBING!!!
Narrator: Ghost quickly climbs to the top of the tower and opens the box
Ghost: Which wire do I cut?
Diana: All of them.
Ghost: Hmm… Well that kinda just makes my job a whole lot easier.
John: Hurry the f*ck up kid, they are gonna be coming soon.
Ghost: Alright… And I’m done with the wires.
John: They are early… Come down quick.
Ghost: Oh no… I have to use the rope again. I hate this, I hate this, I hate- AHHHHH!
Diana: Have fun falling to your death.
Ghost: AAAAAA!!
Narrator: Ghost yet again stops two meters away from the floor.
John: They are coming… 3..2..1 NOW!
Narrator: Ghost presses the detonator.
BOOOOOM!!!
Narrator: All trucks get flung in the air and fall backwards to the ground, when one of the drivers breaks his neck and dies in this accident, the others try to call for support, but they neither have time or connection.
BLAM!
Diana: One driver down.
BLAM!
Diana: Second one is also dead.
John: Third?
Diana: He broke his neck.
Ghost: alright. I'm getting the drill, let's get this over with.
John: Drill? Who needs a drill to open these?
Ghost: What will we use then?
John: Good old, breaching charges.
Ghost: NO, YOURS IS TOO POWERFUL, IT CAN JUST-
John: Hehe…
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
Ghost: YOU F*CKED UP MY EARS!!!
John: The doors are open… It’s impossible to make people happy these days…
Ghost: Let’s just go…
Diana: OH SH*T!
Ghost: WHAT?
Diana: THERE IS A CIVILIAN AND HE SAW THE WHOLE THING AND HE HAS A PHONE!!!
BLAM!
Diana: I got him. CHECK IF HE HAD TIME TO CALL POLICE!!!
Narrator: Ghost and John run to the civilian and the thing they saw horrified them.
John: He… He called the police and talked for 7 minutes… They are coming for us. Prepare.
Ghost: Hell no. I don’t mess with SWAT’s.
Diana: Neither do I… But let's be honest, SWAT’s or The Constant’s hitmans?
Ghost: You are right… Okay. Let’s do this, but I'm hoping you guys got, bullet proof vest.
Diana: Yes. Check the trunk.
Ghost: There is gold.
Diana: CHECK THE TRUNK OF OUR TRUCK YOU DUMB F*CK!!!
Ghost: Oh yeah, that makes more sense.
Diana: How did you even survive to this age?
Ghost: I honestly don’t even know.
John: Guys, can we focus on ROBBING TWENTY MILLION DOLLAR WORTH OF GOLD!!!
Diana: The bullet proof vests and m16. You know what to do.
John: Wait… Where is the helmet and pants?
Diana: We don’t have them
John: WHAT IS THE FU-FREAKING POINT OF HAVING BULLET PROOF VEST IF YOU CAN JUST GET SHOT IN THE HEAD OR YOUR LEG!!!
Ghost: Anyways… Diana and you will rob the gold and I will hold them off.
Diana: What do you mean, there will be hundreds of them-
Ghost: Go. I got this.
John: Just like I teached you kid. Aim for the head, Do not miss and always check your ammunition.
Ghost: Got it.
Narrator: As soon as Diana and John dropped the first bag of gold to their truck they started hearing helicopters.
Diana: Two out of thirty bags are done. Every bag takes around thirty seconds, so you have to protect us for seven more minutes.
Ghost: Understood.
BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!
Ghost: Here we go…
BANG BANG BANG!!!
BLAM BLAM!!
Narrator: About five minutes and hundreds of bullets later.
BOOOOOOOM!!!
Ghost: HELICOPTER IS DOWN YOU DON’T HAVE TO HIDE ANYMORE, RUN WITH THE BAGS!!!
Narrator: A minute later.
Diana: THE BAGS ARE ALL DONE!!! GET IN THE DAMN CAR!!!
Ghost: COVER ME!!!
BANG BANG BANG!!!
Narrator: Everything seemed fine but you know… Life is unfortunate.
BANG!!!
Diana: AHH!!! I GOT SHOT!!! F*CK!!!
John: DRAKE!!! CLOSE THE DOOR AND LET’S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!!!
Narrator: All of them start escaping but a new SWAT unit arrives, and this time they had…
Ghost: AN RPG!!!
BOOOM!!!
Police officer: THIS IS YOUR LAST CHANCE TO SURRENDER!!!
Ghost: The C4 is ready?
Drake: Yes.
Ghost: Don’t make any mistakes or we will all die.
BANG BANG BANG!!!
Narrator: The police keep following them until, they go on a bridge that's in top of an river and-
BOOOOOOOM!!!
Narrator: The bridge blows up… The police stare at the truck sinking, taking all the robbers and the twenty million dollars worth of gold.
Commander: This is D9F8, the robbers on the gold case have blown up a bridge and sank down the river, please send a submarine and body bags.
Narrator: Down in the river…
Ghost: Woah… That worked perfectly. Though you would blow us all up.
Drake: I was a demolition expert in the army… Went pretty good, then I got bored and became a pilot.
Ghost: Explosives are boring? Weirdo…
Diana: Are you gonna get us out of here or what? This is water resistant but we can still run out of air.
Ghost: Where is the tunnel?
Drake: Under us right now.
Ghost: You blow the bridge at the exact right time? Perfection.
Narrator: Three hours later.
Diana: Alright, now we just need to take all the gold to the helicopter and we are rich!
Narrator: They put everything in the helicopter and get on.
Ghost: There is no return… There is no return…
Diana: Ghost? Are you coming or should I take your two point five million dollars?
Ghost: Huh? Oh yes I’m coming.
Narrator: When Ghost gets on the helicopter, John goes up to him and says.
John: It’s gonna be over soon kid. It’s gonna be over soon…
Chapter 6: The Escape…
Drake: Twenty million dollars…
Diana: Woah… We actually did it.
Ghost: There is no return…
Drake: What now?
Diana: We gotta mount the gold to the plane so, police can’t catch us. How much time do we have?
Drake: The Constant will realize that we betrayed him in around three hours.
Diana: Then we better run before The Constant realizes that we betrayed him.
John: Ah you don’t have to worry about that.
Diana: Why?
John: Because the constant was never real.
BANG BANG!!!
Narrator: John and Ghost pulled their guns out and shot Diana and drake… The betrayal was inevitable but… But not like this.
John: You did the right thing kid. There was no return after this point.
Ghost: They… They were friends…
John: They were just a tool at the plan. They would do the same thing to you if they could.
Narrator: Ghost starts staring at the dead bodies of their colleges.
Ghost: Do you think that will be us someday?
Click!
Narrator: John draws his gun and points it at Ghost's head.
John: No. No, not me.
BLAM!
Narrator: After a few seconds of silence a figure starts talking.
John: Well that hurts.
Narrator: Ghost was standing on top of John, and had a gun pointed at his face. Ghost had seen the betrayal coming.
Ghost: I wasn’t anything different than a tool to you wasn’t I? You were gonna kill me… Just like you killed them.
John: I teached you everything you know kid. It doesn't have to end this way.
Ghost: You also teached me not to hesitate to pull the trigger.
John: If you pull that trigger you lose twenty million dollars. You don’t know how to fly a plane… And getting it out with the truck is impossible, since there are cops. So… choose… Shooting an old man or escaping with twenty million dollars?
Ghost: Neither.
BLAM!
Ghost Narrating: That day… I lost twenty million dollars… I don’t regret any of it. Neither losing the money nor pulling that trigger… That was the day I became The Freelancer. Not Ghost. Not a murderous terrorist. The Freelancer. I believe that I have traded that twenty million dollars for a life lesson. Life is short.
Chapter 7: Every end is a new beginning
???: Hello?
???: Rose. Who hired you?
Rose: I don’t know just a businessman. He wanted us to raid a research center and blow it up.
???: Good. Well apparently that’s a Onyx research center.
Rose: What?
???: Yes. Do what you gotta do. But first take intel from the computer.
Rose: Understood.
Narrator: Four mysterious figures start walking to a van with a bunch of guns, bags and gear. The figures look intimidating, serious and professionnel.
Figure 1: Rose, did you take the C4?
Rose (Aka figure 2): Yes.
Figure 3: What’s the USB for?
Rose: You’ll see… Now let’s go.
Figure 4: Pack up. Make it quick.
Narrators: The figures get into the van and figure 4 starts driving.
Figure 4: We are here. Let's go.
Narrator: They slowly go up the stairs and then…
Rose: Plant the C4.
Narrator: They plant the C4 and detonate which results a…
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
Narrator: The figures rush in and take everyone hostage.
Figure 1: Plant the breaching charges and let’s get the hell out of here.
Rose: I got something to do here…
Narrator: Rose walks up to a door and f*cks it up- I mean breaks it with a blowtorch.
Rose: Just need the intel aaaaaaaaaaand, done.
Figure 3: Rose come on! The breaching charges will go off in exactly four minutes!
Researcher 1: The what?
Figure 1: Oh shut up.
Blam!
Rose: I’m done. Let’s go.
Narrator: They all go down the stairs and get in the van.
Rose: DRIVE NOW!!!
Narrator: Exactly three minutes and fifty three seconds later.
BOOOOOOOM!!!
Rose: Well that was easy.
Narrator: A figure that’s dressed in full black slowly walks to the road that the van is currently heading to. He takes out a grenade then starts waiting for the van, and when he sees the van…
???: SLEEP WELL IN HELL YOU MOTHER F*CKING B*STARDS!!!
BOOOOM!!!
Narrator: The car goes down the road and it looks like everyone came alive, until…
BANG BANG BANG!!!
BANG BANG BANG!!!
BANG BANG!!!
Narrator: The figure walks in the way of the van crash.
???: Well hello there.
Figure 1: Ah… Please… DON’T KILL ME P-
BANG BANG BANG!!!
Narrator: The figure starts walking away from the van crash leaving dead bodies, a burned van and some bullets behind…
Chapter 8: Providence
Narrator: Providence HQ… Three hours after the van crash. Two figures were staring at the screen, on the screen there was a picture of the car crash… And a face. Face of the mysterious figure who hijacked the car and killed the operatives.
Director: It’s him.
Zane: Yes.
Director: He has been a ghost for two years. Do you think-
Zane: No. No director. It’s not possible for Lucious Gray to be-
Director: Alive? Yes I also thought so Zane. ESPECIALLY AFTER YOU SAID, YOU AND YOUR CREW F*CKING KILLED HIM!!!
Zane: I shot him five times and dropped into a burning building which went down with the fire AND was blown up by the government to clean the mess that the fire made. It felt safe to assume.
Director: Well he lost his skills. He was seen by a security camera
Zane: Sir. With all respect. Lucious doesn't make mistakes. He wanted to be seen. He is sending us a message.
Director: And that would be?
Zane: He is back. He is furious. He wants blood.
Director: That’s definitely not good… And Zane.
Zane: Yes Director?
Director: Next time you see Lucious. Finish the f*cking job.
Zane: Okay sir…
Director: Anyways. We have bigger problems. In that research center there was intel that was stolen from us a long time ago. It contained real important information. Now since Lucious Killed our operatives, we lost that information.
Zane: Do you think Lucious has it?
Director: No. He had no idea what was in that USB.
Zane: So who took it?
Director: Local authorities. It’s probably in a police station.
Zane: That makes everything so much easier. So I find which station it is and send someone in. Also sir, do we take out the Freelancer boy?
Director: No. I have a better idea
Chapter 9: Codename: Freelancer
Narrator: The Freelancer’s phone starts ringing and he picks up the phone.
Freelancer: Who am I talking to?
Zane: Hello. You can call me Zane. You are a contractor. A good one. Good job at stealing that gold and leaving it so the police can get it back.
Freelancer: How do you know that? Are you a stalker? Am I that famous now…
Zane: I know a lot of things. Now.
Freelancer. I have a deal for you.
Freelancer: A deal? You are hiring a Physco? Prove me wrong but you just did.
Zane: Yes I did just hire you. We are a “Small” organization. We are getting attacked by another organization. We don’t know anything about them. So what do you say?
Freelancer: I say name your price.
Zane: I can’t say anything about it until you accept the job but I can tell you that its in Eight digit numbers.
Freelancer: I'm in.
Zane: Good.
Freelancer: Oh, and Zane.
Zane: Yes?
Freelancer: The organization of yours. Does it have a name?
Zane: It does.
Freelancer: Would you mind telling me since I’m apparently a part of it now?
Zane: Providence.
Chapter 10: Deja vu
Narrator: The Freelancer slowly gets closer to the meeting place he was told to go…
Freelancer: Hello, how’s criminality going?
Agent: Ahem.
Freelancer: Ah right. The secret passcode and everything. “When Providence rises Onyx shall fall”
Agent: Good. Follow me.
Freelancer: You know that’s the most f*cking stupid passcode ever. And if someone knows who you are going against and knows the name of your organization, they can guess it pretty easily.
Agent: Too much talk. Go in.
Freelancer: Damn, you guys don’t like interacting with people.
Narrator: Freelancer gets in the car.
Zane: I suppose that you are the Freelancer. What’s with the mask?
Freelancer: I don’t like showing people my face. Now. The business.
Zane: Ah yes. Your business is really easy. Think this more of a… “Tryout”.
Freelancer: Alright. What’s the info about this business?
Zane: Well… All I’m allowed to tell you is, you have to sneak into a precinct, get a USB from the evidence locker and return it to us.
Freelancer: What’s in the USB?
Zane: I have no idea. You in?
Freelancer: I'm in.
Narrator: Zane takes the Freelancer to the precinct.
Freelancer: What am I allowed to do?
Zane: Get the USB by any cost. Blow the f*ck to bits if necessary.
Freelancer: Got it.
Narrator: Freelancer gets out of the car and slowly walks to the precinct.
Zane: Freelancer, can you hear me?
Freelancer: Yes. Now, what time do they do the radio check-in?
Zane: Every fifteen minutes.
Freelancer: Well that makes everything easier.
Zane: Next radio check-in is happening in three minutes.
Narrator: Three minutes later.
Zane: Move in. GO GO GO!!!
Police: Who are you supposed to-
Blam!
Freelancer: I’m in.
Zane: The evidence locker is on the second floor. Get there.
Freelancer: How?
Zane: Grab some police uniform and hide your face. This is just a normal precinct, they don’t register things here.
Freelancer: I have a mask dumb*ss.
Zane: Ah… Yes.
Narrator: Freelancer goes to the locker room.
Police: HEY-
Click!
Freelancer: Put your hands in the air if you want to live.
Police: O-Okay man… Chill-
Freelancer: Now give me your clothes.
Police: What the f- really?
Freelancer: Yes.
Narrator: Five minutes later.
Freelancer: Alright, perfect. I’m done with you now.
Police: So can I go?
Freelancer: No.
Blam!
Zane: Go. Quicker.
Narrator: Freelancer gets dressed and goes upstairs.
Freelancer: How much time do I have left?
Zane: Three minutes…
Freelancer: That’s enough.
Zane: No it isn’t, take out the lead security who checks radio’s.
Freelancer: Won’t they get suspicious when there is no radio check-in?
Zane: Yes, but that will get us at least ten more minutes.
Freelancer: Got it.
Narrator: Freelancer goes up to the security room.
Freelancer: Zane. I got bad news. Radio check-in is in a minute and there are five more people in that room with him.
Zane: Kill. Them. Too.
Freelancer: They are armed.
Zane: Thirty seconds… I don't give a f*ck how you do it, JUST F*CKING KILL THEM!!!
Freelancer: Hello gentleman.
Security: Hey you are not allowed here-
Blam!
Security: HELP!!!
Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam! Blam!
Freelancer: Security room is cleared.
Zane: Good, move on.
Narrator: Freelancer gets to the evidence locker.
Freelancer: There is a civilian.
Zane: Can’t wait for him to go. Take care of him.
Blam!
Freelancer: Got it. Now?
Zane: Hack that computer. We need the box number.
Freelancer: I’m having an extreme deja vu right now.
Zane: Get used to it. This is called ID the target.
Freelancer: Alright. I need the passcode.
Zane: R283undaD19u9so.
Freelancer: How do you know?
Zane: I’ve stolen data from the FBI once.
Freelancer: Fun. Box twenty nine.
Zane: Got the USB?
Freelancer: Yes.
Zane: Then let’s get the f*ck out of here.
Narrator: Back in Providence HQ.
Zane: Sir?
Director: Yes Zane.
Zane: The USB was captured by our new operative successfully.
Director: Good. Observations?
Zane: He isn’t afraid to kill. He is fast. He can sneak into anywhere and knows how to pick locks. Good shooter and was probably raised in discipline.
Director: Good. Any minuses?
Zane: He is emotionel.
Director: Still. He is the perfect operative. Don’t miss him.
Zane: Ah and sir.
Director: Yes?
Zane: What was in that USB?
Director: Ah… That USB…
Zane: Yes.
Director: It’s about project Aegis.
Chapter 11: The accountant
Narrator: Providence HQ, two days later
Director: Is the Freelancer ready?
Zane: Yes sir.
Freelancer: I’m ready for this.
Zane: You will kidnap Mr.Alan.
Freelancer: Well I don’t need to know his name-
Zane: He has few kids…
Freelancer: Stop.
Zane: And is a charity owner.
Freelancer: Okay shut up.
Zane: Alright… So? You will still do what you have to do?
Freelancer: Yes…
Director: That's good progress...
Freelancer: What?
Director: Nothing. Zane, a talk?
Narrator: Zane and Director go to another room.
Director: He is emotional but also very commendable. Do not miss him out. Make sure he doesn't go out of the line.
Zane: Yes sir.
Director: Good. Now give him a ride to the penthouse will you?
Narrator: Zane takes the freelancer to the penthouse.
Freelancer: So… How do we enter?
Zane: Well I got you an access point.
Freelancer: Where?
Narrator: Zane points at a rope that goes until floor fifty (The Penthouse).
Freelancer: F*CK NO!!! I hate heights.
Zane: What?
Freelancer: Ahem. Nothing.
Zane: Well… Then go up.
Freelancer: Okay…
Zane: By the way. We. Need. Him. Alive. Understood?
Freelancer: Got it.
Narrator: Freelancer starts climbing and when he gets to twenty fifth floor, he gets scared and starts talking to himself.
Freelancer: What is this… I was casually robbing a bank a week ago and now, I’m kidnapping an accountant working for an criminal organization named Onyx. I truly wonder where my life is going.
Narrator: Zane gets a phone call.
Zane: Hello? Sir?
Director: ZANE!!! There are sensors in the doors and windows. Get the Freelancer out of there, RIGHT NOW!!!
Zane: Got it.
Narrator: Zane starts climbing the rope in a hurry. Three minutes later, up in the penthouse.
Freelancer: Door breaching 101. Aaand let’s just open the door-
Narrator: Zane jumps to the Freelancer.
Zane: NO DON’T!!!
Freelancer: WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!!!
Zane: There are sensors on doors. You open that door and the police will be here in minutes. See that sensor?
Freelancer: I can just disable the power box that’s protecting the alarms.
Narrator: Freelancer walks up to the power box.
Freelancer: I have one bad news, and one EVEN WORSE news.
Zane: Talk.
Freelancer: Well first of all, this power box doesn't match up with some cables that are connected to the door sensors.
Zane: Meaning?
Freelancer: There are multiple power boxes. Around five I’m guessing. Next, these require a password for disabling. Just cutting the wires won’t do anything.
Zane: Okay that’s easy, which security company made the box?
Freelancer: FBI.
Chapter 12: The Raid
Zane: Okay so… We need to raid the FBI. And we have to do it in a loud way.
Freelancer: Why?
Zane: So Alan gets suspicious and goes to lockdown in his house until he is escorted to a safehouse.
Freelancer: That’s a good thing?
Zane: Yes. We know where he is and we get to disable the sensors.
Freelancer: I don’t know… Seems risky.
Zane: This needs to be done today. Understood?
Freelancer: Yes…
Director: Zane. Do you have your assault team ready?
Zane: Yes sir, and we are ready to take this thing down by ourselves.
Director: Well that’s unfortunate. You will be working with James Harvey’s assault team.
Zane: The… The guy that messed up the mission in Vegas?
Freelancer: Wait… What job in Vegas?
Zane: I will tell you in the van.
Narrator: Both of them get on the van and Zane starts talking.
Zane: There was a robbery in Las Vegas in 2017… We were trying out four new operatives. First, Diana. She was a perfect sniper, but we failed to contact her after the job in Vegas. Second, Rose. She was the perfect hacker but unfortunately she is currently… *Ahem* Unavailable. Third, James Harvey, pretty good operation director but very emotional. And lastly-
Freelancer: John. John Rider.
Zane: Yeah… How do you know?
Freelancer: He was my old mentor.
Zane: Oh really? What happened?
Freelancer: He… He got shot.
Zane: Who shot him?
Freelancer: Uhm… I couldn’t see it all happen so fast. Anyways, so you were saying the job in Vegas?
Zane: Yes. Those four operatives were sent to take a small amount of cash such as one hundred million dollars.
Freelancer: That’s a low amount? The fu-. Anyways continue.
Zane: Only thing they didn’t know was that it was a tryout. Anyways they needed to steal intel from a casino that gave us access to their bank accounts, which contained…
Freelancer: A hundred million dollars.
Zane: Correct. Everything was going good, Rose hacked the security cameras, Diana took out FORTY SEVEN security guards and John managed to sneak into the security room, taking everyone out and getting the keycard to the server room. But then… John had to interrogate the manager for the code, which was the last thing that was required to enter the server room… Only did we know that John drinks too much in the bar, waiting for the manager and then lets the manager see his gun, raising the alarm.
Freelancer: That’s why Diana was mad at John… But what's all these have to do with James Harvey?
Zane: I’m getting there… James Harvey was the back up plan. Which was really needed in this situation. We command him to send the assault team to the southwest corner and then… Then he told me there are too many innocent civilians there and decided to breach from the southeast corner.
Freelancer: What’s wrong with that?
Zane: Nothing would be wrong, ONLY IF WE KNEW THE POLICE WAS ALSO BREACHING FROM THERE!!! This resulted in twenty eight of our operatives falling in the middle of SWAT’s and not only did we fail to get the money, one of our men identified James, Diana and Rose’s face.
Freelancer: That’s… A mess.
Zane: Yes. And now the Director is forcing me to work with that clown.
Freelancer: Let’s hope he doesn't mess this up.
Narrator: Van stops.
Zane: Let’s go. And let’s watch that clown mess everything up.
James: Don’t worry Zane. I won’t.
Zane: Yeah It’s kinda hard to trust you after you got twenty seven of my men arrested.
James: That was one time.
Zane: Yeah, and if that happens again I will make sure that, that's the last time.
James: There is no point in threatening Zane, we will work together.
Zane: Do you remember what I did to the guy in Cincinnati, that we worked together. Yeah the police had to assign three different detectives because some of them fainted in the murder scene.
James: Forgot who I was talking to…
Soldier: EVERYONE IN THEIR POSITIONS, WE WILL BREACH IN FIVE MINUTES!!!
Zane: See you later if we survive.
Narrator: Zane walks away and leaves the Freelancer alone with James.
Freelancer: So… You don’t work with Providence?
James: No. I have a huge assault team that is a group of mercenaries. We work with money, not motive.
Freelancer: Hmm… It was a good hit on Greenville bank.
James: HEY!!! That was an undercover mission… Nobody is supposed to know.
Freelancer: I was gonna rob that bank… I had both, plan and gear. Then I saw an assault team get in the bank and get out about forty five minutes later. I recognized one of your men, that’s how I knew.
James: Good job… I wish I had a man like you in my team.
Freelancer: I will have to turn that down James… Providence pays me more.
James: Fair enough.
Narrator: One minute later.
BOOOOOOOM!!!
James: GO GO GO!!!
Narrator: All of Zane’s team rushed into the building when James Harvey’s team waited outside to hold the SWAT’s.
Alarma: BEEEEEP!!! BEEEEEEP!!! BEEEEEEP!!! BEEEEEEP!!!
Freelancer: I don’t know Zane… I don’t think this was a good idea.
Zane: That’s too bad because we already started, GO GO GO!!!
Narrator: The officers in the control room had alarmed the whole building and the emergency team was already heading to the lobby, exactly the place Zane and his assault team was waiting for them.
ERT: Huh? Where are they? Is this a joke?
ERT 2: Probably something set off the sensors.
ERT 3: Uhm… Guys? Those doors have to be blown up?
ERT 4: OH SH-
Zane: Fire.
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!
ERT 2: WE ARE GETTING SHOT A- AHHH!!!
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!
Zane: Move in. GO!!!
Freelancer: Wave one is cleared. When are the next SWAT’s arriving.
James: In about three minutes. Go quick.
Narrator: Freelancer and Zane’s assault team moves closer to the server room.
Freelancer: Now we just break in and-
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!
ERT: SHOOT THEM ALL!!!
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!
Zane: What are you guys waiting for? An applause? SHOOT BACK!!!
BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG!!!
Narrator: In all the chaos and blood, Freelancer realizes that there is a room and in the window of that room it says…
Freelancer: MANAGER!!! WE HAVE MANAGERS OFFICE!!!
Zane: Yes, and?
Freelancer: We can ID the target from his computer and not have to search everything!
Zane: Well that’s… Freakishly smart.
Freelancer: Cover me.
Zane: Oka- WAIT WHAT!!!
Narrator: Freelancer starts running in between bullets and arrives at the office.
Freelancer: Okay aaaand… Got the computer. Now Zane-
Zane: What?
Freelancer: There is a file called… Onyx. It’s a top secret file.
Zane: Perfect! We get intel on Onyx and we get intel on Alan Booth’s project!
Freelancer: Do I get both of them?
Zane: No. Copy the files and rip a random file off to make it seem like the target. So Alan Booth gets suspicious and doesn't understand he is the target.
Freelancer: Haha! The FBI is stupid, look at their file names. Like, Project Aegis? Haha.
Zane: Did you just say… Project Aegis?
Freelancer: Yeah you know it?
Zane: I… I’ve heard of it.
Freelancer: So we go for it?
Zane: Yes. Where is it in the server room?
Freelancer: The security files are in the 1st section C16 and the Onyx file is in 7th section WXI89.
Zane: And the Aegis file?
Freelancer: It’s in the vault. You know that 10 meter thick vault. Made of strong steel. So you know? Unbreachable
Zane: We need that file.
Freelancer: You said you’ve just heard of it. Zane. How important is this file?
Zane: More important than the target file.
Freelancer: Fair enough. What’s in the file?
Zane: You’ll see.
James: Where are we breaching from?
Zane: The server room is right under us. So. C4?
James: Always.
Narrator: They plant the C4 and detonate it.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
James: Freelancer. We’re in.
Freelancer: Good. Because your team is having a big problem holding the ERT and SWAT’s off. Thirty nine people died, Eighty four injured.
James: SH*T. LET’S GO QUICKER!!! WE ARE ALMOST DONE HERE!!!
Zane: Actually no. We need a file from the vault.
James: My man won’t make it, Zane. ALL OF THEM WILL DIE!!!
Zane: Hmm… Alright then.
Narrator: Zane starts talking to the assault teams through the radio.
Zane: The assault team outside, come inside with the injured people, leave dead people outside and switch spots with my assault team.
Narrator: They do a quick change which results in even more deaths.
James: So… I’m guessing that wasn’t the smartest strategy of all time.
Zane: Yeah, NO SH*T GENIUS!!!
Freelancer: Half of the team is down and we still haven’t breach through the vault yet.
Zane: We. Are. Dead.
James: For the first time in my life, I agree.
Freelancer: No… No not yet. We can split the assault teams, one goes to the server room one goes to the vault.
Zane: That’s a horrible idea.
Freelancer: That, or you get to tell the director we failed to get the Project Aegis file.
Zane: Fine… How do we breach?
Freelancer: The vault has ten locks. Nine of them, we can drill but the last one is connected to the electric which we can not cut out. But fun fact, it’s been disabled for three hours.
James: Explain?
Freelancer: So, you know what the FBI does when there is a mass terrorist attack on a building?
James: Attack it with SWAT’s as you can see.
Freelancer: Aaaaaand?
Zane: And?
Freelancer: Oh my lord, haven’t you guys watched Die Hard?
Zane: AND THEY CUT THE POWER!!!
Freelancer: Yes. There is no more power in this building.
James: Oh, I thought a moron shot at the lights.
Zane: Yeah, me too.
Freelancer: Focus please? Anyways, Zane’s attack team will keep defending and your attack team will breach the vault with me.
James: We need a huge drill for that.
Freelancer: Yes but, Which psycho would carry a huge drill to breach through a vault?
Zane: This psycho. C’mon let’s go.
James: Zane, I’m worried about your mental and social state-
Zane: Shut.
Narrator: They run their way to- *Ahem* Kill their way to the vault.
Zane: I’m setting up the drill. It will take about seventy minutes.
James: Oh shoot… That’s too much time.
Narrator: Seventy minutes later, the vault doors slowly open.
Zane: We are in. James, call your assault team in.
Narrator: All the assault team gets in.
Mercenary: We can hold them off for about thirty more mi- HOLLY SH*T!!! That’s a lot of money.
Zane: It's all yours and the assault teams. We are only interested in the intel.
Freelancer: I got the project Aegis file.
Zane: Good. Now let’s go-
Narrator: Zane gets a call.
Zane: Director? Hello?
Director: Zane. Is Jame’s assault team next to you?
Zane: Yeah, why?
Director: I heard you guys breached in the vault and got the Aegis file.
Zane: Yes.
Director: Good. Now eliminate James’s attack team.
Zane: Wait… What?
Director: They have seen and heard too much.
Zane: O-Okay I… I will do what I have to do.
Freelancer: We…We won’t do that right?
Zane: I don’t know about you, but I don’t mess with the Director.
Freelancer: So… You will kill them?
Zane: yes. Do you have the bombs I gave you?
Freelancer: Yes….Here.
Narrator: Zane starts planting bombs.
James: HEY!!! Why are you planting bombs?
Zane: To clean up the evidence.
James: Hmmm… Good idea
Zane: EVERYONE!!! Bomb will go off in ten minutes, so we have to be out of here in five minutes
James: Relax Zane. You can always deactivate it.
Zane: Yes…
Freelancer: Let’s get out of here.
Zane: Well. I guess it’s time.
Narrator: Zane and the Freelancer get out of the vault and Zane presses a button which locks the vault again making everyone in it stuck there, with the bombs that are about to go off. When the doors start to close James starts screaming.
James: HEY!!! WHAT THE F*CK ARE YOU DOING!!!
Zane: I’m sorry James. It’s the orders.
Narrator: Zane and Freelancer: Runs outside when James is banging the vault door hopelessly.
Freelancer: Let’s run.
Zane: GUYS WE ARE GOING!!! VIÐ VERÐUM AÐ FARA!!! HLAUPIÐ AÐ ÚTGANGS STAÐINN!!!
Freelancer: What?
Zane: Well, not all the operatives are american.
Narrator: Zane and his assault team starts running to a location and police start following them… But they were too slow, letting Zane and his assault team escape.
Police: Well, let’s go in and maybe we can find some people to interrogate.
Narrator: The police and SWAT’s go in and hear a noise which is coming from the vault.
Police: Hello? Is anybody there?
James: HELP!!! THERE IS A BOMB HERE!!!
Police: A what?
James: A BOMB!!!
Police: WHAT!!! I CAN’T HEAR YOU!!!!
James: A BOMB!!!
Police: WHAT!!!!
James: A BO- You know what. You can die. I don't care at this point.
Police: TELL ME AGAIN, I COULDN’T HEAR-
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!
Zane: Our mission here is done. Let’s go back to HQ.
Narrator: Three days later in Providence HQ.
Zane: Director. Did you have time to check who was the leader of Onyx?
Director: Yes… Sadly.
Zane: Uhm… Would you like to share that information with me?
Director: Lucious Blake.
Chapter 13: The Penthouse
Zane: That’s bad. That’s really bad. WE ARE ACTUALLY F*CKED!!!
Director: Zane, calm down. He is just a dumb terrorist.
Technician: Director! The operation in Kirejhola was discovered. Every operative was terminated. Only Agent Nightshade survived. You’ve been outsmarted by Lucious, boss.
Director: Well. You are right. We’re f*cked.
Zane: I’m not sure that you are understanding what’s going on here sir. IT’S LUCIOUS BLAKE, THE DEADLIEST PSYCHOPATH IN THE WHOLE DAMN WORLD!!!
Director: I’m aware of his skill.
Zane: You are not. Guess who ruined the operation in Buenos Aires? You have a guess?
Director: This is going horribly…
Zane: YES!!! I’M ACTUALLY STARTING TO WORRY ABOUT PROVIDENCE!!!
Director: Yes… Well, I need this done as quickly as possible. We are kidnapping Alan Booth in three hours. Understood?
Zane: Yes…
Narrator: Hotel Daylight, The Freelancers room.
Freelancer: Finally I can get some sleep after that raid-
Narrator: The hotel phone rings, and Freelancer picks up the phone.
Freelancer: I said do not disturb me, and no I don’t want dinner for the-
Zane: Excuse me?
Freelancer: Ah sorry, I thought you were a hotel employee. So… WHY THE F*CK ARE YOU CALLING ME IT'S LIKE FOUR IN THE MORNING!!!
Zane: We… We need you on the field again.
Freelancer: Oh my f- WHAT THE HELL DO YOU NEED FROM ME NOW!!!
Zane: Alan Booth… He needs to be kidnapped as soon as possible.
Freelancer: Well what do you want from me?
Zane: We need you to kidnap Alan Booth. In three hours.
Freelancer: Ok-Okay fine I want extra payment for kidnapping.
Zane: Fine… You will get extra one hundred tho-
Freelancer: You are making me get out of bed after raiding the F*CKING FBI BUILDING!!! I want an extra million.
Zane: WHAT!?! I don’t have the authority to do so.
Freelancer: Then. f*ck. Off.
Zane: Alright I- I will ask the Director, stay in the line.
Narrator: Zane runs to the HQ.
Zane: Sir, it’s the Freelancer
Director: What now?
Zane: He… He wants an extra million dollars.
Director: That is… Damn.
Zane: Why should we accept it? I can just send Jake.
Director: No. We need this done by a professional. Give him the money.
Zane: O- Okay… Freelancer?
Freelancer: Yes?
Zane: Director accepted your deal. If you kidnap him you can get the extra million.
Freelancer: Deal.
Director: Can you… Ask the Freelancer and tell him to come to HQ.
Freelancer: Why would you want me to come to HQ?
Director: I want you to meet with your operation team.
Narrator: Freelancer walks to the HQ.
Director: Ah hello there Freelancer. I want you to meet with your operation team.
Narrator: Freelancer walks into a room with a bunch of people in it.
Director: They will be helping you in your future operations. Expect Agent Zero. He will be helping you in The Penthouse.
Agent Zero: Nice to meet you Freelancer.
Freelancer: Nice to meet you too, but why are you called Agent Zero?
Zane: He is a pacifist. He has killed zero people.
Freelancer: Well nice to meet a non-psychopath.
Zero: Uhm… Thanks?
Zane: This is Agent Nightshade. He recently survived an attack from Onyx.
Freelancer: That explains the bullet hole. Well “Holes” I must say.
Nightshade: Nice to meet you too Freelancer.
Freelancer: Heehee.
Nightshade: See you in SOD HQ Freelancer.
Freelancer: What the hell are we going to do in Special Operations Division Headquarters?
Zane: We are getting Rose out of the prison.
Freelancer: Who is Rose?
Zane: Another Operative. A good one.
Freelancer: A good one wouldn’t go to jail, am I right?
Director: Stop arguing and get Alan Booth here.
Zane: And this is The Warden. He… He doesn't speak. He kills. He steals. He spies. But he doesn't often speak..
Freelancer: Well why not?
Warden: Well I used to speak a lot, and I gained nothing by talking. So.
Freelancer: Uhm… Well that's weird as fu- Anyways.
Zane: I need Alan Booth sitting here tied up in about two hours. Go.
Narrator: Zero and Freelancer get on a van with zane.
Zane: Zero is backup. I will stay in the van. You are completely alone out there.
Freelancer: No problem to me.
Narrator: Freelancer climbs up to the Penthouse
Freelancer: What do we do?
Zane: Neutralize a security guard and take his clothes. They switch guards everyday for security reasons. Only the head of the security will recognize you. Neutralize him too.
Freelancer: Understood.
Narrator: Freelancer slowly approaches a guard.
Freelancer: Hello sir, would you mind telling me where the bathroom is?
Guard: What the fu-
Blam!
Zane: YOU MORON!!! NOW YOU HAVE TO CLEAN THE BLOOD!!!
Freelancer: Bullet went through his face to the skyscrapers window. Don’t teach me how to do my job Zane.
Narrator: Freelancer dresses as a guard.
Freelancer: Do I just lockpick the door and get in?
Zane: There are power boxes. Remember?
Freelancer: Okay I remember one is in the main entrance.
Narrator: Freelancer disables the power box.
Freelancer: One down. How many more are there?
Zane: No idea.
Narrator: Thirty minutes later.
Freelancer: I guess that’s all
Zane: You… You guess?
Freelancer: Yes.
Narrator: Freelancer runs to a door and slams it open.
Zane: YOU MORON THE SENSO- Huh? No alarms?
Freelancer: Looks like I disabled them all.
Zane: Never. Ever. Do. That. Again. You gave me a heart attack.
Freelancer: Don’t tell me how to do my job Zane. Now let’s just grab him and get out of here.
Zane: If you take out too many people they will definitely notice. We want no witnesses.
Freelancer: So… What should I do?
Zane: Figure it out. I don’t care how you do it.
Freelancer: Wow, that was so helpful.
Zane: I know right? Alright, enough joking. Get on with it.
Freelancer: Well I see the HOS there.
Narrator: Freelancer walks up to Head Of Security, WHO is dumb as f*ck and standing in a corner of a balcony.
HOS: Wait a second… You weren’t signed up to The Penthouse… Have I seen you before?
Freelancer: No I don't think so… I was uhm part of the emergency team… One of the guards got sick.
Zane: He has seen you are here and probably got a bit suspicious. Take him out. It’s a miracle he didn’t alert everyone.
Narrator: HOS looks down to the city.
HOS: It’s a view to die for isn’t it.
Freelancer: You said it.
Narrator: Freelancer pushes the HOS down the building.
HOS: AGHHHHHHH!!!
Zane: Well that’s taken care of. Now ID the target.
Freelancer: What is he wearing? That’s an easier way to identify him from a distance than a picture of his face.
Zane: White suit. Everyday a slightly different one. Never really changes.
Freelancer: What a horrible taste.
Narrator: Freelancer gets in a room and spots the target.
Freelancer: Target spotted.
Zane: Good. You know what to do.
Freelancer: Yup.
Narrator: Freelancer pulls up his phone and starts playing a game.
Alan: What the hell is he doing?
Guard: Playing a game… Should I tell him to get over here?
Alan: I’ll deal with him. HEY YOU!
Narrator: Freelancer walks into a room.
Alan: Oh my f- I need to talk to the guy who is sending these guards.
Narrator: Alan walks into the same room as Freelancer.
Alan: HEY WHERE ARE YOU!!! YOU CAN’T JUST-
Click!
Narrator: Alan stops talking when he hears a gun click. Which is a very good idea since Freelancer is currently holding a gun to his face.
Freelancer: Hello Alan, a little chat?
Alan: Oh sh*t.
Zane: Ask him for the location and passcode of the safe.
Freelancer: You. Give. Me. Safe. Location. Passcode. Or. I. Blow. You. Head. Off. Go.
Alan: I- I- Okay don’t shoot. Passcode is my birthday and the safe is hidden under a painting in the living room.
Zane: Perfect. Don’t kill him, knock him out. We need him alive.
Narrator: Freelancer knocks out Alan and goes to the living room.
Freelancer: So how am I supposed to, take off the painting, crack the safe, steal the hard drive AND don’t be seen?
Zane: I don’t give a sh*t as long as you figure it out.
Freelancer: Both of the guards are in blind spots of the cameras. I can take them out. There will be no other guards here for six more minutes.
Zane: Then do so.
Narrator: Freelancer walks up to a guard.
Freelancer:Hello can you tell me where the bathroom is?
Guard: You see that hallway?
Narrator: Freelancer grabs a kitchen knife and stabs the guard when he is looking in another direction. Well of course the other guard realizes it but he is too slow for Freelancer resulting him to also-
Blam!
Narrator: Die.
Zane: Don’t trust your suppressor too much, some people have super hearing.
Freelancer: Will you shut the f*ck up and let me do my job?
Narrator: Freelancer takes the hard drive and Alan, who is knocked out, then moves to the escape spot.
Freelancer: So what are you going to do to him?
Zane: We are gonna have a little chat.
Freelancer: So you are gonna torture him.
Zane: We rather call it “advanced interrogation techniques” but yes.
Chapter 14: Operation Thorns
Narrator: Three months later Freelancer gets another call.
Freelancer: Hello?
Zane: Hello, Freelancer. We need you in HQ.
Narrator: About fifteen minutes later.
Freelancer: Yeah, what’s going on?
Nightshade: Hello Freelancer. It’s time.
Freelancer: Time for… ?
Nightshade: So you remember the SOD HQ.
Freelancer: Special Operations Division Headquarters. What about it?
Zane: We are infiltrating it.
Freelancer: Okay, beautiful, great. When are we going to do this and why?
Zane: Well we need to do it by tomorrow.
Freelancer: Excuse me? WHAT THE F*CK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO DO WHEN DON’T KNOW ANY PARTS OF THE PLAN, THE OUTLINE AND THE PURPOSE OF THIS!!!
Zane: Well, Nightshade will tell you all the parts of the plan.
Freelancer: I need extra payment and you know it.
Zane: Done. Anything else?
Freelancer: Well I need the target of this mission and probably the agents I’m working with.
Nightshade: Well the target is to save an operative. Codename Rose.
Freelancer: Why so immediate?
Zane: She was arrested and charged for these crimes, Violance in public, first degree murder, second degree murder, vehicled manslaugher, blackmailing, trespassing, selling information about federal forces, torture, supreme court assassinations, human rights violation, traportation of illegal goods, murder of officials of the country/forgein officials, hostage situation, terrorism, being involved in terrorist events, use of weapon of mass destruction, treason, destruction of army level aircrafts and other transportation tools, arson, homicide, genocide, mass homicide, theft, armed robbery, assassination, attempted assassination, money laundring, bribing authorities, third degree assault, presidential assassination, kidnapping, extermination, unehtical/illegal activities, smuggling of illegal modern warfare, tax evasion, voluntary manslaughter and involuntary manslaughter, art theft, scamming, drug trafficking, general smuggling, mass homicide on minors/childeren/underaged individuals, public execution, chemical/bilogical weapon crimes, nuclear crimes-
Freelancer: So she got putten to death row.
Zane: Yes, and the execution is tomorrow at eleven thirty at night.
Freelancer: So we need to save her before ten or something around that.
Nightshade: Accurate. You will be working with me, Warden, Phoenix and Zero. You, me and the warden are infiltrating the team. Zero is the backup and Phoenix is our escape driver.
Freelancer: Alright so let's check out the plan.
Nightshade: Well it’s actually quite simple, some morons aka amateurs will also try to sneak in that night to steal some explosions. They will of course get caught and if they don’t get caught somehow, we will make them get caught. When they are caught, the whole building will go on lockdown meaning no electricity. Some doors will be closed because of electricity but we can just override them. A lockdown takes approximately about twenty minutes. That’s our way in. All the camera’s will be gone and we can just take out any guards that are on our way. Our purpose is to go to the control room and take out every guard there. We will have control over the whole building including cameras. We will take the clothes of the guards we took out, and put our files to the system for an hour which will give us access to everywhere. We go to the cell block, take out everyone there to save Rose. After that we will authorize transportation to another prison which does not exist. In order to do that we need the code and fingerprints to a computer which we can obtain by interrogating the commander and then cutting off his thumb. After that agent Phoenix will pick us up with a stolen army helicopter and we are out.
Zero: How many kills does this plan involve?
Nightshade: Seventy five to a hundred. If things go wrong and they send the army that number can go up to thousands.
Freelancer: Easier said than done.
Nightshade: That was not easy to say. Anyways you have five hours to go over the blueprints. Be ready.
Freelancer: I was borned ready. Pretty sure I have an award for “Not crying during a birth”.
Zero: Wait really?
Freelancer: Well I don’t really know who my parents are, so…
Narrator: About five hours later.
Zane: Freelancer let’s go.
Freelancer: Alright, so we breach through the east corner, the armory.
Zane: Well we SNEAK through the east corner but yes.
Narrator: They take a bus and arrive at a big building with black windows that's in the middle of nowhere with a bunch of signs that say “Restricted”. Only if the signs would stop them. They cut the electric fences around the walls and get into the building.
SOD guard: HEY!!! THIS AREA IS RESTRI-
Blam!
Zero: Okay, now move down through that second hallway with the big door.
Freelancer: That is some advanced description you’ve got there.
Zero: Shut up, after that go up the stairs to 7th floor. Turn right, left, left and then finally right again. That should bring you to the control room.
Narrator: They start following the path and are introduced to two guards as soon as they
open the hallway door.
SOD Guard 2: What the-
Blam! Blam!
Narrator: As they move on they take out about twenty four guards.
Freelancer: The f*ck? What do we do now?
Zero: Override the door. Get in. Kill EVERYONE. Get the uniforms from the dead bodies and get your files/faces to the system.
Freelancer: Understood.
Narrator: They get in, and after about thirty bullets and six seconds later, the room belongs to them.
Freelancer: Well, that was…
Zero: Unhuman? Brutal? Extremely wrong?
Freelancer: I was gonna say professionally quick. Try to get uniforms with no blood on them.
Nightshade: Well that could’ve worked, IF you didn’t blow their faces up. Do you have to headshot everyone?
Freelancer: Yes, for my ego.
Warden: Well I found one.
Nightshade: I found one with little blood.
Freelancer: Well that could work. Let’s go.
Narrator: They go to the cell block.
Freelancer: We are in and there- Oh what the fu-
Zero: WHAT? WHAT HAPPENED?
Freelancer: There are… A lot of cells.
Zero: How many?
Freelancer: Well I’m currently staring at cell two thousand forty seven.
Zero: We’re f*cked.
Warden: Yup. You said it.
Nightshade: We’ll need to go to the control room THAT controls cell blocks.
Warden: What is it with us and breaking into control rooms to break people out.
Freelancer: That is oddly specific. Anyways, where is the OTHER control room.
Zero: Look up.
Narrator: Freelancer looks up and sees a bridge connecting two cell blocks.
Freelancer: Don’t tell me the control room is inside that bridge.
Zero: It is.
Freelancer: THAT IS LIKE SEVENTY FLOORS!!!
Zero: Yup.
Freelancer: HOW THE F*CK DO YOU EXPECT ME TO CLIMB THAT!?!
Zero: No idea.
Freelancer: That was VERY F*CKING HELPFUL OF YOU!!!
Zero: Any time man.
Nightshade: Climbing first, complaining second.
Narrator: They start climbing up and other than guards standing next to sensors that can detect their faces, they make it up with no kills.
Zero: Are you guys up?
Freelancer: Yes.
Zero: Took you long enough.
Freelancer: Listen to me you little f-
Nightshade: HE IS KIDDING!!! Now. Is she in cell block one, two, three or four.
Zero: Cell block one. I need you to connect the USB to the computer to see which cell she is specifically in though.
Warden: Done. What now?
Zero: Wait for about twenty minutes.
Freelancer: Waiting. The favorite part of my job.
Nightshade: Isn’t that the payment?
Freelancer: Well the payment is also cool.
Zero: One million dollars just from this! This is great.
Nightshade: You get one million from this? Me and Warden get two point five million. Field is better. Different jobs, different payments.
Freelancer: Really? I get paid five million for this.
Nightshade: Wait what-
Zero: You said it. Different jobs, different payments.
Warden: Hol’ up. This bi-, This guy gets paid double the amount we do?
Nightshade: Yup. I mean he did do better in his performance test.
Warden: WHAT? I thought those tests were a joke. They change our wages?
Freelancer: Well, I am pretty good at my job.
Warden: All of us are Freelancers. We are all damn good at it.
Nightshade: Well, he is SLIGHTLY better.
Narrator: After eighteen minutes and fifty four seconds of arguing about payment.
Zero: She is in cell one hundred twenty seven. Go quick.
Narrator: They run to the cell and open the door.
Rose: Who the f*ck are you supposed to be?
Freelancer: Providence sent me. We are getting you out of here.
Rose: Took you f*cking long enough.
Warden: Rose is an “Interesting” person. She usually swears in every sentence. She uses swear words like punctuation, it needs to be in every sentence.
Freelancer: Interesting.
Nightshade: Hello Rose, nice to see you again.
Rose: Well hello there. Okay how the f*ck are you not fired after that?
NightshaBude: Eh, I’m the Director's favorite.
Rose: That a*shole is still playing favorites?
Freelancer: Yup, and I’m taking the lead.
Rose: Well I hope I’m still Zane’s favorite. Zane, that little b*tch. Welp nice to be out of here finally.
Freelancer: Well, we are pretty good at our jobs so you should be outta here in no time.
Rose: Did I f*cking ask?
Freelancer: Hey! We are getting your a*s out. Chill.
Rose: I’m f*cking chill. It’s just that I like swearing.
Nightshade: Yeah, that’s Rose in a good mood.
Freelancer: Really? Goddamn, I will never understand womens-
Rose: HEY YOU SHUT YOUR F*CKING MOU-
Warden: Shush, someone is coming.
Freelancer: They will slow us down, we need to clear them out. All of them.
Narrator: Rose picks up a gun.
Rose: I like this guy.
Zero: They are geared with extreme military armor and about twenty people. So have fun getting shot if you try to take them out.
Nightshade: Hide. Now.
Phoenix: Is everything okay? Because if not, I’m leaving you guys right now.
Warden: Can you not leave us again?
Freelancer: Again?
Nightshade: Four months ago she left us in the middle of a shoot out.
Phoenix: Well you messed that up, it’s not my fault.
Warden: And what about the bank robbery?
Phoenix: You ran out of time, I just followed the procedure.
Zero: HEY WHAT ABOUT-
Freelancer: The guards are gone let’s go.
Narrator: They run into an empty room and catch a breath.
Freelancer: We- Just- Need- To- *Heavy breathing*
Nightshade: I’m- Never- AHHHHH- Running-As fast as I can-For- Twenty minutes straight.
Rose: Come on how the f*ck Are you already tired?
Zero: Rose, You are the weird one. Anyways now we just need to authorize prisoner transportation.
Freelancer: So we need the passcode from the commander. Ah also, all of his fingers.
Rose: Can I cut off his fingers? I hated that mother f*cker.
Warden: Sure. Now how do we identify the commander?
Rose: He has a blue beret with an eagle picture in the top right corner.
Freelancer: Understood.
Narrator: Freelancer walks around the HQ and manages to locate the commander.
Freelancer: There are about twenty guards next to him. We need a distraction.
Narrator: Freelancer walks up to a random cell and starts talking to a prisoner.
Freelancer: Would you like to blow up some guards?
Narrator: About forty seconds later.
BOOOOOOOM!!!
SOD Guard: EXPLOSION ON CELL BLOCK D, A RIOT IS STARTING!!!
Narrator: Most of the guards leave for the riot leaving the commander with two guards beside him.
Zero: There are still two guards next to-
Blam! Blam!
Zero: Let me correct it. There WERE two guards next to him.
Commander: What the f-
Narrator: Freelancer points his gun to the commander's face.
Freelancer: Wanna have a little chat?
Commander: Do I look like I have a choice?
Freelancer: Well of course you do, it’s either the bullet or the chat.
Narrator: Freelancer takes the commander to another room and waits for others.
Commander: Look, I don’t know what you want. But if it’s money, I can give you it. Because let’s be honest you wouldn’t get away with robbing here.
Freelancer: We actually want something more simple. You need a passcode to authorize prisoner transportation. Give us the code and we will let you live.
Commander: Hmmm… What about no?
Narrator: Rose enters the room… If kicking the door and drawing a gun counts as entering
Rose: THE F*CK YOU SAID???
Commander: Oh no… NOT HER, NO PLEASE!!! I WILL TELL THE CODE!!!
Freelancer: Holly shi- What’s the code then?
Commander: Code.
Freelancer: Yes the code.
Commander: Code.
Freelancer: Exactly tell us the code.
Commander: Code.
Freelancer: You are one f*cking word away from a bullet.
Commander: The code is Code.
Freelancer: Oh…
Zero: Is this a f*cking joke? Let me try to get in- Oh wow, that really was the code.
Nightshade: We are done with him, you know the procedure.
Freelancer: Yup.
Blam!
Rose: Alright somebody hand me the knife so I can chop off his fingers.
Nightshade: Uhm… Who has the knife?
Freelancer: Who needs a knife?
Narrator: Freelancer walks up to commander’s corpse and…
SNAP!
Rose: WHAT THE ACTUAL F*CK? HE JUST F*CKING SNAPPED THE FINGER OFF!!!
Freelancer: Something Diana teached me.
Rose: That is so disgusting. So how do you do it, teach me.
Freelancer: Grab right here with one finger and here with another and twist your first finger to the left while twisting your other finger up.
SNAP!
Rose: Cool. Now we have to do this eight more times.
Zero: Is this really necessary? This is just straight up violence-
Rose: Shut the f*ck up you pacifist b*stard. He takes all the fun out, doesn't he?
Freelancer: YES!
Narrator: About eight more SNAP!s later.
Rose: We just need to authorize my escape.
Zero: Damn you guys are lucky. You are literally sitting inside the control/authorization room right now.
Freelancer: Oh… Well that was easy.
Narrator: About two hours later, they all get into the helicopter.
Rose: GOOD BYE MOTHER f*cking HELLHOLE, NEVER TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!!
Chapter 15: The Dinner
Narrator: Two days later, Freelancer’s phone rings.
Freelancer: The f*ck you want now, I had an operation two days ago.
Director: Ah this is not an operation, it’s a celebration. Come to the penthouse on top of the HQ today at 19:30.
Narrator: Few hours later, Freelancer enters the penthouse and sees all of his team and the director at a table.
Rose: Ah there he is! The only person who is violent is me.
Zero: Excuse me but that is f*cking impossible.
Freelancer: Should’ve seen me 2 years ago.
Rose: Were you more violent?
Freelancer: Have you heard of the “Gemini Shutdown”
Rose: HOLLY F*CK, THAT WAS YOU? THERE WERE AROUND FIVE HUNDRED DEAD BODIES IN THAT FACILITY! So, how many people did you guys go in as?
Freelancer: Two. Me and Viper; Who I killed after the facility. He took out the first floor and I did the rest.
Rose: There were… Twenty f*cking floors. You are telling me that you killed 470 people that day?
Freelancer: Pretty much.
Rose: Damn. Why the f*ck did you change then?
Freelancer: Bit of morals, mostly professionalism.
Warden: Well, at the end we are all experienced professionals.
Rose: I don’t know about experienced, everyone here is pretty f*cking young… with the exception of you.
Warden: That’s not true… Right? Wait, I am thirty six. And you guys are all…?
Freelancer: Holly sh*t, get some sleep grandpa.
Rose: Gottem.
Narrator: Freelancer and Rose do a high five.
Warden: Well you guys aren’t far from that. Like Rose you are-
Rose: Twenty two.
Freelancer: Same here.
Zero: Twenty six.
Zane: Twenty four.
Nightshade: Also twenty four.
Warden: Damn… I am old.
Director: I am fifty seven… Hey Warden wanna play golf with me this weekend?
Narrator: Everyone laughs.
Freelancer: Wait almost every contractor is young, but who is the youngest ever field operative Providence has?
Director: You are sitting in front of her.
Freelancer: Phoenix?
Narrator: Phoenix takes off her mask.
Phoenix: Beat y'all. Sixteen.
Freelancer: That is… Way, WAY too young.
Rose: Well somebody is jealous.
Phoenix: Hey I might be young but atleast I don’t have f*cking weaknesses like all of you.
Director: C’mon now. Every operative has one weakness. Yours is your culture, Anyone messes with it, you mess with them.
Phoenix: That’s… Pretty much right. You can’t f*cking mess with my culture.
Rose: So you're telling me you know everyone's weakness here? F*ck off.
Director: Yes. Yours is family. Anyone messes with people who you are close to, or identify as your family. You go psycho mode.
Rose: NAH, F*CK YOU!!! HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT!?!
Director: Can I remind you of the “Joselyn” incident.
Freelancer: What is that?
Rose: Ima tell you later…
Director: Basically I know everyone’s weakness. Nightshade's weakness is betrayal. Zero’s is violence. Warden’s is emotions. Zane’s weakness is competitiveness. And uhm… You know what, I don’t know what Freelancer’s weakness is.
Rose: C’mon buddy, tell it to us. Everyone else spilled the beans.
Narrator: Freelancer stares at everyone for a few seconds and then speaks up.
Freelancer: Loyalty.
Chapter 16: Alan’s Interrogation
Narrator: Two weeks after the dinner. As Alan slowly wakes up from the medication that he was on, the four figures staring at him become more visible.
Alan: Wha- What the f*ck is happening… Why am I tied? Ah I remember you… You are the one who knocked me out.
Freelancer: Yep.
Alan: Rose... Zane… Director… Nice seeing you guys again.
Rose: Nice to see you too Alan. Haven’t seen you since…
Alan: Since I stole eight hundred and fifty million dollars from Providence?
Rose: Hmm… Yeah I guess. Also since your men f*cking sent me to jail, killing my co-workers on the way.
Alan: Ah that was Luce. He wanted me to tell you that he says hi.
Rose: That was Lucious? Damn…
Alan: Nice twist right?
Rose: Well f*ck yeah.
Zane: Both of you shut the f*ck up. And Alan cut the sh*t. You know why you are here. Tied to a chair, about to be killed.
Alan: Eight hundred and fifty million dollars? Yeah sounds fair enough.
Director: What? Who gives a f*ck at eight hundred million dollars? You are here because of the intel you have.
Alan: On who? Even if I do have intel, I have no idea on who or what the intel is. Like if you have a device that can connect to deep parts of my brai-
BLAM!
Narrator: Zane shoots Alan in his knee.
Alan: AHHHH! SON OF B*TCH! HOLLY F*CK THAT HURTS!
Zane: Good. Now talk.
Alan: If I do talk, you will just- AHHH! F*CK! That still hurts. Even if I did talk, you would just kill me.
Zane: Why would I kill you when I could imprison you in the HQ? So much cleaner. Also you still haven’t given the eight hundred and fifty million back. We still need you alive. So… Tell me where you deposited the intel, or I will blow your f*cking brain off to that wall.
Alan: Fine. Deposit is in France. La rivière d'or street. Building number 1206.
Zane: Deposit box number?
Alan: Well use your brain and f*cking find it out.
Zane: Wish I could put a bullet through your head right now. Only if we didn’t need the eight hundred million… On second thought though.
BLAM!
Narrator: Zane shoots Alan in the face.
Director: Good job Zane. Let’s go.
Narrator: Everyone except Rose leaves the room. As Rose looks at Alan's corpse, a tear slowly runs down her cheek. In a few seconds that tear turns into many tears which then turns into literal crying. As Rose is slowly sobbing he turns to the corpse and slowly speaks.
Rose: I… *sobbing continues* I am… I am sorry Alan… This is not how it should have ended… You should have been in heavy protection… I’m sorry.
Narrator: Rose breaks down sobbing.
Chapter 17: The shooting range
Narrator: Same night as the interrogation at two at night, Freelancer walks into the HQ’s shooting range. As soon as he enters the room, he hears rapid gunshots.
Freelancer: Rose? What are you doing here?
Narrator: Rose wipes her tears off.
Rose: Practicing. Ten shots from 500m with an assault rifle. Eight bullseye. Not bad eh mi amigo?
Narrator: Freelancer takes the assault rifle from rose and fires twenty rounds to the 1000m mark. He presses the button and on the screen his score appears.
Rose: 1000m, twenty shots. Twenty bullseye. Show off.
Freelancer: Hehe… Wait have you- Have you been crying?
Rose: No?
Freelancer: Your red eyes say the opposite.
Rose: Fine. Yes I’ve been crying.
Freelancer: What happened? Did someone do something to you? Because if they did, you know we are capable of revenge.
Rose: Uhm it’s just that- Hey you said you wanted to learn about that “Joselyn” incident.
Freelancer: Rose, don’t change the subject.
Rose: I will not tell you why I was crying, and you know it. Do you want to hear about the “Joselyn” incident or not?
Freelancer: Fine.
Rose: And what are you gonna tell me in return?
Freelancer: Hmm, how about my first kill?
Rose: Deal. Okay I’ma make this quick. So when I finished my first contract with providence, I had some money. Enough money to move to another country. So I moved to Hungary. Four days after I moved, this girl came up to my door and invited me to hang out with her along with her friends.
Freelancer: I thought you were telling me a incident that lead to many deaths.
Rose: I am. After that we became good friends. Three years after that, one day she didn’t reply to my message. And the next day she didn't reply to my message again. And the next day. On the fourth day, I went to her house just to find her dead. I did a bit of research and found out that she owed money to the Russian mob. I figured out who killed her and took revenge by putting a bullet inside his head.
Freelancer: What’s so violent about that?
Rose: I… I didn’t stop there. After I killed the guy who killed her, I also killed his associates. And then killed their boss. And their bosses. And their bosses.
Freelancer: You… You took out the Russian mob? How many dead bodies?
Rose: Four hundred and seventy four. All killed with five bullets to the face.
Freelancer: Damn.
Rose: And that’s what the Joselyn incident is. Your turn.
Freelancer: Well I grew up in an orphanage. The manager was a priest. He’d get drunk all the time. He would beat up kids for no reason. I would never get beaten because I always ran. Unlike some others. On my 12th birthday, he beat up a girl so bad that she almost died. If it went like this it would kill the girl and probably more children. It was either the children or him. I chose him and I thought “Oh, how noble of me” and everyone else thought I should go to jal. So that was fun.
Rose: That’s… Bit more dark than I expected it to be.
Freelancer: I mean it’s life, what are you gonna do about it.
Narrator: As they go out of the shooting range they see director and someone approaching him.
Director: Penelope! To what do I owe this pleasure?
Penelope: Dad. We need to talk. Your agents f*cked up big time.
Freelancer: Who is she?
Rose: Director's daughter.
Freelancer: Is she a model or something?
Rose: No. She works with The Assembly.
Freelancer: The organization that stops other criminal organizations from having wars that are too big while controlling them? So she works in her daddy’s company. How cute.
Rose: No. She f*cking owns her dad's company.
Freelancer: Huh… Imagine your kid owning your company. Must suck.
Rose: Yup. Well I’m heading up to the HQ. Get some sleep, we are robbing a bank tomorrow.
Freelancer: Okay- WAIT WHAT!
Chapter 18: Kill, Grab, Escape
Narrator: Freelancer wakes up as his phone rings.
Freelancer: Hello?
Zane: Come. HQ. Now.
Freelancer: Good morning to you too you little sh*t
Narrator: Freelancer walks to the HQ and enters the briefing room.
Freelancer: Hello guys. Good morning.
Narrator: Rose slowly slides under the table and speaks up.
Rose: It’s four in THE F*CKING MORNING!!!
Director: So I'm going over the plan. It’s very easy but VERY F*CKING IMPORTANT!!! Normally failure is acceptable. Not in this mission though.
Rose: Just f*cking get it over with, so I can kill f*cking people, take a f*cking stash, burn down the f*cking roof, escape from the f*cking sewers, SO I CAN GO BACK TO MY F*CKING BED SO I DON’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH ANY OF YOU FATHER F*CKING PIECE SH*TASS B*STARDS!!!
Freelancer: Okay Rose calm down.
Rose: I will calm down once I GO TO MY F*CKING BED!!!
Freelancer: Is she okay?
Director: She is always like that in the morning. So, our plan is simple. We will go in guns blazing, smash through the doors and take everyone hostage. Once we are negotiating with the cops, Zane and Freelancer will burn their way down to the vault using thermite.
Rose: HEY!!! I WANNA BE THE DESTRUCTIVE ONE!
Director: No. You and Nightshade are the best negotiators I’ve ever seen. You will be negotiating.
Rose: Ugh. Lame.
Director: After we get the stash, we will again burn our way down, but this time to the sewers. That’s where we will escape from.
Freelancer: We?
Director: Yes. I’m also coming.
Freelancer: What-
Director: Yes.
Rose: Sir excuse me when I say this but you are f*cking old and not a professional.
Director: Yes. But this mission is too important to let you guys do without my supervision.
Nightshade: Well if that's the case you will have to wear body armor all the time. I don’t wanna be known as “one of the agents that got the Director killed”
Rose: Yeah that’s not a good reputation.
Director: Okay so everyone understands the plan? Let’s go rob a bank-
Narrator: A young woman walks into a room.
Director: Penelope? What are you doing here?
Penelope: Everyone expect, Rose, Nightshade, Warden and the director. Out.
Narrator: Freelancer, Zane and Phoenix walk out of the room. Freelancer leans to the door and starts listening.
Director: Penelope, is this really necessary? We have to get going on a missi-
Penelope: No. Some rules were broken.
Director: What?
Penelope: Robert Samuel Livingstone also known as Agent Nightshade. You have killed Giovani Esposito two weeks ago, inside the peace grounds. You’ve broken rule number two of The Assembly and will face the punishment of death. Now.
BLAM!
Narrator: Guy next to Penelope shoots Nightshade in the face.
Rose: NO!
Freelancer: F*ck…
Penelope: Lucas Raymond Jacobs, also known as the Warden. You have killed Solev Ivanovski in our peace grounds five days ago, You’ve broken rule number two of The Assembly and will face the punishment of death. Now
BLAM!
Rose: You will f*cking die. I AM GONNA RIP YOU F*CKING THROAT OUT! YOU CAN’T ESCAPE ME B*TCH!
Penelope: Rose Julia Walker. You have killed two leaders of The Assembly in peace grounds during the management time. You have broken rule two, five. Eighteen, twenty nine, one hundred and seventy four and finally rule five hundred and fourteen. You have caused us twenty seven point eight trillion euros of damage. But… You have also saved five leaders from assassination attempts, therefore your actions have been tolerated. We are done here. Let’s go.
Narrator: Penelope and four Assembly Operatives exit the room, leaving two dead bodies behind.
Director: Well. F*ck.
Narrator: Freelancer runs up to Rose.
Freelancer: Are you okay?
Rose: No. Not until I kill that little f*ck.
Narrator: Freelancer and Rose leave the HQ and get into a van. Director watches them slowly disappear on the road.
Chapter 19: The new members
Narrator: Three years after the execution of Warden and Nightshade. Blackwood bank. Five figures charge in with Kel-Tec KSG model shotguns.
Freelancer: EVERYONE GET YOUR *SS TO THE F*CKING GROUND!
Rose: YOU! DROP YOUR GUN!
Guard: I don’t have a gun!
BLAM!
Narrator: Rose blows the guards head off.
Rose: ANYONE ELSE WANT TO F*CK WITH A ARMED SOCIOPATH!?!
Narrator: Rest of the guards put their guns down.
???: SIERRA ONE! What do we do with the manager?
Freelancer (Who is currently using the nickname Sierra one because of the robbery): GET HIM TO OPEN THE VAULT!
Manager: I can’t open the safe, there is a time lock.
Rose (Who is using the nickname Sierra two): How long.
Manager: Fifteen minutes.
Rose: F*CK! Sierra one, any ideas?
Freelancer: Let’s blow the f*ck to bits. Sierra five the nitroglycerin-
BOOOOOOOM!!!
Sierra three: I think he understood what he had to do even before you told him.
Freelancer: Yup.
Narrator: As the gang enters the vault, Freelancer gets a phone call.
Freelancer: What the fu- Hey who is calling me? You guys are the only ones who have my number.
Rose: Nobody here is calling you mate. Pick up the f*cking phone.
Narrator: Freelancer picks up the phone?
Freelancer: Hello?
???: Hey there old friend.
Freelancer: Mother f*cking piece of sh*t.
???: I still go with “Director” but okay.
Freelancer: I’m in the middle of a f*cking bank robbery if you don't mind.
Director: Ah, that’s very interesting. Remember how you and Rose left the HQ three years ago?
Freelancer: Yes.
Director: Well we still need to rob that bank.
Freelancer: Sorry, I’m currently busy with another hobby of robbing banks and not interested in your organization anymore.
Director: Come on Freelancer. You won’t make any money by robbing banks. People are f*cking broke, Contracts are the way to go for you. You are a contractor. A really good one. Like how much money is in the vault you are currently robbing?
Freelancer: Eighty seven million.
Director: And how many people will you share it with?
Freelancer: Five.
Director: That’s only… about…
Freelancer: Seventeen million and four hundred thousand dollars per man.
Director: You also know that’s f*cking pathetic.
Freelancer: What’s your deal?
Director: Seventy five million per man and you get to keep anything you stole except the main target.
Freelancer: I- uhm… Let me ask.
Narrator: Freelancer puts the phone on hold.
Rose: Who was it?
Freelancer: Director.
Rose: The f*ck does he want?
Freelancer: He is offering us a job.
Sierra three: Who is the Director?
Freelancer: A broker. For us. A boss for one hundred and seventy thousand.
Sierra four: What is he offering?
Freelancer: We will rob a bank for a file. Seventy five MILLION per man. We get to keep everything we stole except the file.
Sierra five: Which bank?
Freelancer: I don’t know. I know for a fact that it's heavily guarded.
Rose: I mean that’s a lot of money… What y'all think?
Sierra three: I’m in. I have to save my town from that hotel company.
Sierra four: Those orphanages aren’t building themselves! I’m also in.
Sierra five: I would love to help the Cambodian army, they are fighting with the dictator right now, I think they would appreciate that seventy five million.
Freelancer: Wait… You guys are using the money we robbed to help people?
Sierra three: Yeah… Or else I wouldn’t be here. I would do a single robbery and go on with my life permanently retired.
Rose: Eh sierra one I guess we are the only greedy ones.
Freelancer: Yeah… Uhm. Anyways, let's take the job.
Narrator: Freelancer calls the Director back and puts the phone on speaker.
Director: Yes?
Freelancer: Okay we are in but we have some conditions. ONE! I will bring my own crew and from your organization I will only work with Zane and Phoenix. TWO! It’s a single job and then we are gone. THREE! We don’t want your f*cking daughter ruining our business with the bullsh*t assembly rules. Tell her to keep her f*cking nose out of our business. Do you accept all the conditions?
Narrator: Director thinks for a while.
Director: Deal. I will TRY to keep Penelope out of this.
Freelancer: You better succeed to do it or the deal is off.
Sierra three: Hey Mr.Director, would you mind sending us a lift? We are cornered by the SWAT team because we were talking to you.
Director: Phoenix and Zane are on their way.
Freelancer: Tell them to hurry the f*ck up.
Narrator: Freelancer ends the call.
Sierra four: Hey Sierra one who are Phoenix and Zane?
Freelancer: FIrst of all, now you will be calling me with my actual codename, which is Freelancer. Second, Phoenix is an extremely professional escape driver, she can drive pretty much every single vehicle existing in the world. Except for a hot air balloon. Zane is a professional contractor who had a nineteen year killing training. He doesn't take jokes and you should not mess with him.
Sierra five: How do you know them?
Freelancer: We were once working in the same criminal organization. Providence. I’m also a highly trained contractor. I had sixteen years of assassin training but it was way more intense than the training Zane had so I can still kill him if he gets on my nerves.
Sierra four: You are a highly trained assassin who worked for a criminal organization? I thought you were just a basic bank robber.
Rose: Nope he isn’t. Neither am I. I also worked for providence for seven years and I had training for ten years. I am more trained as a robber than an assassin but I can still shoot a few people in the head. Also from now on you will call me Rose instead of Sierra two,
Sierra three: That’s a lot to take in but okay. “Rose”.
Freelancer: You guys need to choose new codenames. Providence won’t allow code names with numbers in them.
Sierra four: Why?
Freelancer: You can ask the director. So anyways choose it before our lift arrives.
Rose: I love the fact that we can just sit and talk because we have hostages.
Sierra three: Yeah that’s very… Comfortable actually. Also I like Sierra, I’m keeping it. But from now on I’m not Sierra three. I’m “The Sierra”
Sierra four: Then I’ll be… Hmmm… Falcon sounds cool.
Sierra five: Can I use my real name?
Freelancer: I mean Zane and Rose do. So sure.
Sierra five: Then I will just be Arthur.
Rose: Okay we are all set? Cause the lift is here
Phoenix: ROSELYN!!! DAMN GIRL YOU BE LOOKIN’ HOT!!!
Rose: YOU TOO GIRL!!! NOW GET US THE F*CK OUT OF HERE!!!
Sierra: She doesn't sound so professional.
Rose: She acts like a professional but doesn't talk like one.
Narrator: Phoenix lowers a ladder and everyone gets in the helicopter.
Phoenix: Okay, let’s get out of here before the SWATS realize that the hostages are left unguarded.
Rose: Well one of them just walked out the front door.
Phoenix: Oh fu-
Narrator: A few thousand bullets, twenty four missiles, seventy four dead SWATS and a crash landing later.
Phoenix: Think we’re good.
Falcon: That’s an escape that went GOOD? Maybe I don’t want to work with her.
Rose: I mean we are not dead so shut the f*ck up.
Phoenix: HQ is only thirty minutes by car from here, let’s go.
Narrator: Four hours later.
Arthur: Phoenix?
Phoenix: Yes?
Arthur: Didn’t you say it was thirty minutes? IT'S BEEN F*CKING FOUR HOURS!
Phoenix: I said thirty minutes by car. We are walking.
Sierra: Are you sh*tting me?
Narrator: Forty five minutes later.
Zane: We’re here. Get some rest, the meeting is in four hours. Be late and I will throw you out of the window. You will be told where we meet two hours before the meeting.
Narrator: Everyone goes inside the hotel next to the HQ and after exactly five hours, everyone comes to the meeting room.
Director: Hello! Nice seeing you after three yea-
Freelancer: Go f*ck yourself.
Director: Rose I-
Rose: How is your f*cking daughter doing?
Director: Good… Unfortunately. Can we just focus on the bank robbery?
Rose: Fine. Guys meet the director, an arrogant *sshole who got two of his agents killed by giving them tasks that break the rules.
Sierra: Rules? I thought we didn’t care about the law.
Director: We don’t Zane, tell them about the Assembly.
Zane: The Assembly is the organization that controls all the criminal organizations including us. There are a few ground rules that I will show you.
Narrator: Zane opens a slideshow with all the ground rules.
Rule #1: No blood in peace grounds: Peace grounds are specific areas chosen by the Assembly leaders. In those Areas you may not kill anybody no matter the situation.
Rule #2: Exposure/Identity reveal is unacceptable: Anyone who reveals their true identity and their criminal organization will be executed Immediately
Rule #3: PIAA 3: PIAA stands for “Private information about Assembly”. The 3 is the level of secrecy, also the highest level. Any level of information revealed to civilians or any government officials will result in execution. PIAA 1 can be discussed inside your organization. PIAA 2 can only be discussed with Assembly officials and yet again can result in execution if discussed with civilians, government officials or organization members.. PIAA 3 can not be discussed by anyone except the seventeen leaders of the Assembly. The leaders are the following people, number one benign the most important and number seventeen being the least important. Still keep in mind that even number seventeen is far more powerful than your criminal organization's owner or director. He could have your company burned down for a laugh.
1-Holly Westwood (American 1)
2-Penelope Yin (American 2)
3-Marcus Lequiraz (French 1)
4-Luke McCarthy (American 3)
5-Julia Brooks (American 4)
6-Ivan Dimitri Kuznetsov (Russian 1)
7-Juan Martinez (Mexican 1)
8-Ameliè LaCroix (French 2)
9-Emma Zimmermann (German 1)
10-Isabella Jorgensen (German 2)
11-Cho Yang (Korean 1)
12-Anderson Müller (German 3)
12-Lilly Blanc (French 3)
13-Vladimir Mikhaylov (Russian 2)
14-Natalie De Luca (Italian 1)
15-Ada Dietrich (German 4)
16-Ewa Kwiatkowski (Polish 1)
17-Aurora Cruz (Latin 1)
Zane: The country and the numbers are their power code. Country is their home country and therefore their vote is stronger on what happens in that country. The number is their power over the other members of that country. For example when there is a robbery in Germany, German 1 can vote to rob and German 2 can vote to retreat. In that case the final decision will be to rob.
Director: Tell them about 0.
Rose: What? Isn't he f*cking dead?
Zane: 0 is nearly unkillable. He is the most dangerous human alive.
Narrator: Zane clicks a button and slide changes.
0-Zach Edwards (Unkown 0)
Zane: Zach Edwards is responsable of the field operations. He is leading the shadow raids, shadow program, T.A executions and the gray zone. I will explain all of them.
Arthur: What does T.A stand for?
Zane: The Assembly. Let's start with the gray zone. The gray zone is where disposable agents are gathered for very dangerous missions. Disposable doesn't mean unskilled though. Once the gray zone team raided The white house. It was in 1997 and fifty four of our operatives died. Being put in the gray zone is very deadly but also high pay.
Falcon: How many people died in the gray zone?
Zane: From us? About eight thousand.
Rose: And how many operatives died in normal missions?
Zane: Forty two. As you can see there is a big difference between gray zone operations and providence operations. Next thing is the T.A executions. These are hit contracts put out by Assembly leaders. They are extremely high pay and are usually on criminal organization leaders or politicians. There are rare cases where operatives are contracted to kill company owners.
Sierra: You said high pay. How much exactly?
Zane: Depends on the contract. It can range between fifty million euros to four hundred million euros.
Freelancer: Holly shi-
Zane: There are two types of contracts. The ones that need to be handled professionally are private contracts meaning they are assigned specifically by the assembly leaders. These are usually assigned to Zach Edwards but there are cases where he is busy and other people get the contract. There are also open contracts. These can be completed by any operative and are usually open in order to be handled quickly.
Freelancer: Wait. You're telling me I could take an assembly contract and make four hundred million euros just by shooting a f*cking politician in the face?
Zane: Basically. Next I will talk about the shadow raids and the shadow program. Shadow program is a training where operatives are trained to join the T.A operatives (aka the shadow raiders) who will be doing the shadow raids. Shadow program is a physically and psychologically crushing program. It will make the agents inhumane and skilled enough to join the shadow raids. Shadow raids are essentially T.A operations such as blackmail, hostage taking, robberies, smuggling, extermination and of course, raids. There are essential differences between our operations and shadow raids. Shadow raids are so much more important and difficult missions than ours. They also bring huge income to the assembly. Assembly would be making seventy four percent less money if the shadow raids didn't exist. Since shadow raids are such a big income they are also extremely high pay. Each T.A operative gets about thirty five million euros. Shadow program/raids are very stressful since you will have no name or codename. You will cover up your face with a mask and you will not communicate with any other operatives unless during a raid. You won't be allowed to expose your face, name, codename, origin or age. You won't be a human, you will just be one of them.
Freelancer: That sounds horrible.
Zane: That's why there are only two hundred and fifty two T.A operatives. The rest couldn't take it. Rose and I were in the shadow program. We both passed the physical stage with full points. Psychology by fifty four. We quit after a week. Shadow raids f*cking sucks.
Rose: But we made seventy eight million dollars in that week. So that was nice
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