Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20160328225407/@comment-25038310-20160403233202

"Well, that's taken care of." Sander let out with a sigh, getting out of the RV as he parked it in the warehouse, which served more as some sort of garage to him. The pungent smell of blood hung in the air, and there was a thin layer of blood over the wooden floorboards and the leather seats. He had gotten used to the smell by now, although he couldn't help but sometimes breathe the fresh air by lowering his window just to give himself a break.

"Yeah, but we already wasted some ammo just killing those guys, now didn't we?" Jon asked rhetorically as he rose from his seat.

"So what? We've got their ammo to make up for. Hell, they even had an M90 there, how cool is that? That shit'll blow 'em away, and while trying to figure out what the fuck is going on we can pick 'em off with that."

"I guess." Jon said, opening the small hidden compartment in the backseats, also checking the suitcase that had remained under the table, the smooth black leather of it smeared with blood. "Jackpot - we've got silencers for the rifles and the sniper, including silenced sidearms in case you don't know how to spare your ammo."

"Don't worry 'bout that I'd say," Sander claimed as he grinned. "Thought after all those years you'd know me abit better by now; unless they got bulletproof vests wrapped around their face, I'll always hit 'em right in the eye before they even notice."

"You think too highly of yourself, bud." Jon remarked, taking a seat at the small table in the RV as he started reloading the guns and switching off the safety. He started off with a few sidearms, before reloading the multiple rifles while he stared at Sander inquisitively, all the while frowning.

"Fuck's that supposed to mean?" Sander asked as he looked over his shoulder, resting his arms on the steering wheel.

Jon simply shrugged, before mumbling "nothing" as he continued reloading the firearms.

"We got a plan?" He asked eventually.

"Wait 'till nightfall, then I'll snipe them and start picking 'em off before they can call any sort of backup. I'll enter through the roof of that stupid warehouse, starting with the second floor and working my way down the first. I'll need you to wait for me with the get-away car - which you will be in a few blocks further - at the back door when I phone you. There, we'll load in the drugs."

"Few blocks further?" He asked. "What if you get in trouble?"

"Then I'll escape by the roof, head to the nearest building where you'll be waiting with the car and I'll take the fire exit. Easy enough, right? The drugs aren't a priority, they're a luxury and if it gets too hot, we'll leave without them. Regardless, to get paid, those guys gotta die, and for the rest we'll just need to hope noone else is out on their hides."