The Devil's Hand (A futuristic gang rp) IC

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The Devil's Hand
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Chapter One: New Beginnings

The heels of a three hundred people clicked in harmony across the marble floor as classical music played in the background. It was a live performance. Violins, cellos, bass, and many other members of the string family played in unison. Corks flew into the air as bottles of champagne popped open. "Cheers!" Several men shouted as their glasses clanged together. "To a new age." One man cheered. Another lifted his glass, "No, to a new age ruled by the worthy." The man with the last comment was tall and elegant. He went by the name of Douglas Jetson. He wore a tux, as did many of the guest. He was surrounded by several men, all with drinks in hand, and he had women to either side of him. "We've done a lot to get here. I honestly don't know where'd I'd be without you guys." He paused putting his arm around the brunette to his right, "Oh wait. I do." He paused waiting for the guys to listen in. "I'd be right here, not sharing the spoils of my victory." The men laughed, some in a way that was as if to say, "Ha funny one....asshole." But none the less the supported this man's self value.

The value he placed on himself though was not completely unsupported. As of recently he was now one of the most powerful men in the world. Though he was not as wealthy as some of the industry rulers of the world he was well off. More importantly were his connections. He had a certain, unique set of friends. Ones in both high and low places, and they controlled everyone in between. These were the new slit throats, the negotiators, the slick suit soldiers. They were the mafia. A breed of people who had long died out in the development of national security agencies and the police force. Now as nations fell into darker times they were back, because when times get rough there's nothing better than drinking it all away.

"Pardon me ladies for my discourteous behavior. Gentlemen these are my ladies of the night, Rose and Clem. Clem? Can I call you Clem? Ah who cares. Anyways, ladies. Men. Men. Ladies." The men shook hands with the women though the women with black hair was cutting her eyes as the man's remark on her name. "Ladies, I'd provide you with company but it seems none of my acquaintances have any." The group smiled and laughed at all the man's comments despite the constant bashing he gave. They wouldn't argue with a man that provided such, luxurious company. Plus you never wanted to be on the bad side of a man worth a few billion dollars.

"Have you guys heard of my diamonds?" The tall, built man said. "They're a real beauty I assure you." He brought of such pieces as if his guest wouldn't know, but for the most part it was the reason they were there. The man who had just spent nearly half his fortune on the world's most valuable diamonds. He led the group to a room in the back, away from the ball and all it's glamour. In the back room was a personal library with a few hundred books. There was a cushioned chair and red wood desk. Mr. Jetson walked behind the desk and pulled on a lamp in an angle acting as a lever. One of the book shelves pushed forward and then to the side revealing a secret room. "Don't waste time thinking about how someone could get back here. It is impossible." Mr. Jetson walked into the room and waved a hand, "Follow me." The group consisting of two women and five men packed into a small metallic room. There were drawers lining the walls like a deposit in a bank. They each held valuables that the man had acquired over the years. At the center of the room was a glass display of a pile of assorted diamonds. "The lever outside only works with my fingerprint and when it registers a pulse. So no simple copy of my fingers would register. Each of these drawers has a twenty digit code consisting of a mix of numbers and letters both lower case and not. That means you have a combination of twenty six letters, make that fifty two with the mix of upper and lower case. Numbers zero through nine, and a combination of over twenty digits. For those of you who are incapable of mathematical skills that adds up to well over a hundred and thirty five thousand combinations." He took a step back towards the back of the room which in place of a wall, was a large vault. The vault contained every precautional lock possible. There was a large handwheel, a retinal scanner, another fingerprint scanner with pulse detector, a compartment to place a strand of hair for a DNA scan, and several lock combinations. both digital and manual.

"Behind these two ton steel doors lays my most precious possession. The Koh-e-noor." The way he pronounced the word just seemed like it cost money to say. "Some say that whomever owns this diamond, rules the world." He entered the codes, turned the dials and followed all the other precautions to opening the door. "Today ladies and gentlemen, I show you that it is true." He waved a hand, "Men help me with the wheel." The wheel had three large bars aiming north, southwest, and south east. Mr. Jetson placed his hands on the north bar while the other men; three on one bar, two on the other, pushed the bars in a clockwise motion. The five guest showing struggle in their faces to push the heavy wheel and bending the leather of their formal shoes. Mr. Jetson muscles tensed but it was clear he had a build more capable of the task.

When the wheel turned half a cycle there was a click and the door cracked, the airtight seal broken. "Thank you gentlemen. Now stand back as I reveal to you, the most extraordinary thing you've ever seen." He grabbed the door by the wheel and pulled, a system was in place to help the door swing open with relative ease. "Behold, the queen of diamonds!" He said with a large smile as the door opened behind him and he looked to his guest to watch as awe spread across their face. And it did. But not for what he had wanted it to.

"The diamond. Where is it?" One of them said. One of the women gasped, "It's gone." Mr. Jetson's smile faded and he looked at his guest dumbfounded then he turned to look at a brightly lit room with an empty pedestal. His face turned a dark red as veins petrduded from his neck. A button popped from his collar. As his muscles flexed. Spit bubbled at his mouth as he grinded his teeth together.

"My DIAMOND!!!"

Chapter Two: Fool's Gold

"Oh man, I bet the look on his face when he saw his missing jewel, priceless." A pair of young men send the back of a Mercedes one of them the one who had been talking was laughing up a storm. There were three others in the car two male one female. The driver was a large man, his seat with push nearly all the way back to give room for his large frame, most of which was muscle. There were muscles upon muscles but they were toned to a degree to prevent the hulking like bulges that is girlfriend did not find appealing. He wore a white dress shirt with a black vest over it, a remnant of the night before.

Next to him was the ginger woman in her mid twenties. She was in the process of removing old makeup and replacing it with something less formal. Her frame in the tight dress was like an hour glass, curved but not too much to throw off the balance of her features. She put the passenger mirror down in order to block the Rising Sun. "Jackal why don't you quiet it down the back there." She said pressing her lips together applying a dark brown makeup, contrary to her tomato red hair.

"Let him have his laugh Sabrina. We did well tonight." The voice came from the last member of the group. He had smooth black hair, evenly cut around so that his bangs with past his eyes and his ears were covered. It was quiet for a moment. Jackal's laugh died down and no one spoke. The night before have been something in the group had discussed for days. Now that is finally over and they had been triumphant, there is little to say.
"Where we going boss? We've been driving for a while now. I think it's safe to talk now." The driver spoke, his voice deep yet respectful. "Hopefully somewhere I can get out of this dress." Sabrina said running her hands down her waist smoothing down the dress.
"Don't worry, will be stopping soon." was all he said. "There's nothing but desert here." Jackal added. Next to him the young man smiled; His red eyes shone through is Raven black hair, "Perfect place to lose a diamond."

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Outside a gas station, surrounded by desert set the Mercedes. It was empty, it's passengers now inside the station. The three men stood amongst the isles. The driver, Bruce, flipped bags of chips over reading the ingredients. The youngest of the group, the one with the red eyes, stood by the counter conversating with the old man behind the register. "How often do you get business here?" He asked. They had drove for hours without seeing any life other than the occasional cactus. The man smiled under is NASCAR cap, "Oh, enough to keep the lights on. Cars don't often pass by here but when I do they stop here." "I bet they do."

There was the sound of a soda bouncing across the floor. Its liquid cargo spraying out the top. The young man turned to see Jackal frantically trying to grab the soda. Jackal looked at him with wide eyes, "Sorry boss." The raven haired boy shook his head and turn to the elderly man, "We'll pay for that." The old man not in his head, "I'll go get paper towels." As the old man went to the back to grab paper towels Sabrina stepped out of the bathroom, "Is the guy here yet?" Her red hair was gone, for it had only been a wig. In place of long curly hair was short straight hair; it was dark brown and smooth. The old man came out from the back and walked to Jackal, handing him the paper towels. "Thank you." Jackal said. The old man returned to his spot behind the counter.

"So, where are you guys heading to?" "Just meeting a friend." At that moment the door chimes rang. Through the doors stepped in a man in a trench coat and a fedora hat. "That's our man." Sabrina's voice could be heard from the back. The man approached the raven haired boy, "Are you Lucius?" The boy smiled, "Depends, who are you?" "They told me you would be careful." The others are starting to approach now so young man held out his hand, "It's fine. Let's take this outside."

The group stepped outside, quiet, waiting for the man to speak. "I think you know who sent me here." "No I don't." The man's face was hidden by a handkerchief and a large pair of sunglasses, "You could be one of two men, which are you?" The man's hands never left pockets, "Who travels under the bridge yet never breaths?" Jackal stepped forward, "Who is this guy?" The young man held out his hand, "A dead man floating downstream." The air grew still, it was silent. Just the group is beginning to tense, the two men broke out in laughter. "So it is you Lucius. He told me you were clever. Must have been to still the diamond." Lucius snickered, "Indeed I am."

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Half an hour later the group was back on the road, "So, what now?" Sabrina was asking the question. Lucius answered, "We have enough money to get started now. We'll get the rest over the next few months." "And what is it exactly we're getting started on?" Lucius tossed a small bag of diamonds in his hand, they were worth a total of 500,000,000 dollars. Not only have a stolen the Queen jewel, but they had replaced millions of dollars worth of diamonds with counterfeits. "That's up to you. We can head our separate ways when we reach our destination." Sabrina, who had had her eyes set on Lucius, now turned in her seat, "Sounds good to me." Jackal continued to look at Lucius, "Or?"

"Or, you can stay with me." Bruce who had stayed quiet the entire trip now spoke, "Saying is you have a diamonds; I think I'll stay with you." "Damn it!" Sabrina cursed aloud seeing the fault in her plan. "Fine then. But I'm only staying to make sure I get the rest of my money." Lucius tucked to diamonds away in his coat pocket, "Bruce we heard what you had to say. Sabrina you too. How about you Jackle?" The man stuttered, fidgeting with his fingers, "Well uh, I guess I'm staying with you." "Good. I guess it's a plan then."

Chapter 3: No Man's Land

In the desert on the deadliest thrive. This is true for all animals, even man. There was no wealth in the desert to be made, on lizards and sand. It's simply acted as the space between the East and the West. There were just as many gangs with equal amounts of power to either direction. No family, no matter how powerful, could afford to have land on both fronts. You had to keep focus on what was yours to stay at the top. Claiming land in both territories only increased your enemies, and a war on both sides was a losing one.

To claim both turfs was the goal however, just no one had found a way to do so. Until Lucius came around. He had a plan, "I'm going to link the East and the West." Lucius' voice bounced across the metal sheets of the shed. The wind was blowing, little beads of sand thudding on the outside walls. Sabrina let out a sarcastic laugh, "Ha. You got to be joking right?" Lucius showed no expression. Bruce, with his sleeves rolled up and arms crossed, spoke "You really think that's possible?" He was leaning against the hood of the car which was covered by a tarp. Lucy said a few feet across from him on top of a crate. His arms to for crossed, along with his legs. He was deep in thought, as a had been since the first million was handed to him back at the station. "I know it is."

His group seemed less sure, "And what makes you think you can do with mob Lords could not?" Sabrina's words were like poison but Lucius did not take offense. "Because they have a different mentality. They're good at finding a way, they never tried building one." Sabrina tossed her hands up in the air, "What's that supposed to mean?" Lucius jumped off the crate, his hands in his pockets. "It mean's we're doing the impossible again."

------- Year 2083

Olympus was a city of bright lights and a million people. Just 40 years prior it had nothing but sand. It was a city of many names, two of the most common were Sin City, and Mob Town. Both were equally fitting. A monorail with a bullet train brought in thousands of passengers a day. The monorail was a link between the east and west. The average person came to party, the important ones came for business. Not the business that involves a suit and tie and walking around with a briefcase, no this was a business that made lives and took them.

The business involved many people, some with titles, most without. It was like a chain link from a ship, going all the way down to the anchor, the base. And at the base of it all, was Lucius White. When it was business, working with Lucius was like making a deal with the devil. The man was smarter than the 10 top kids of Princeton. Combined. At the age of 63 his hair was white, combed to back and slick. His knuckles hairy, his hand shaking with arthritis. He was growing old and it was time to pass down the crown. But he wasn't going to just let anyone have it. They had to be the best, they had to be more than the best. They had to be the best damn mobster since, well, himself.

In the dead of night a matte black and blue sat in an alleyway with its lights off. The high price slums of the Greek ghetto and in the middle of the dark a red flashlight was searching around inside the store, clearly this was not a case of a blown fuse. The older man took up the radio and called in dispatch.

'C7-213, C7-213, We've got a B and E in a jewelry store on Blake and County. How should we proceed?'

'Rodger C7-213, one moment... Dresden diamonds is currently behind on their pay, second violation, wait sixty seconds before pursuit. What is the registration on the car?'

'Custom plate Tango oscar oscar hotel alpha wiskey tango. Spells out "TOOHAWT" Reply.'

'Be advised, car belongs to Michael Molotov, known Russian arsonist. Most likely insurance burn. Outstanding warrant and bounty. Proceed with caution.'

He loved it when things like this happened, no matter what he still loved putting his life on the line in Kevlar blacks. Once a month he insisted on slumming as a beat cop just to keep sharp. He looked over and nodded to his 'little girl' as he opened the car door and got out to take the walk up to the store. His sword was in his hand before he even thought about it and the folded metal cut open the tire like it wasn't even there. The tires poured out a thick green foam as the tires tried to repair themselves from the damage of a nail were not prepared for the hemorrhaging a three inch gash was making. If this arsonist was planing on a fast getaway, it sure wasn't happening now. He took a moment to put his back to the wall and check his gun while she got into position.

Ajay was bored she waiting for the signal to go, she didn't understand what the codes that Laz was speaking into his dispatch radio feeling sorta clueless about what to do instead of waiting around very boredly so she stayed quiet for the moment, when Laz gave her the go ahead she took her sniper rifle case and got out quickly so she could find a good position for sniping. Ajay climbed up a fire escape and went to the roof of an apartment complex she started to quickly assemble her sniper rifle and equipped a suppressor so it would't draw a lot of unwanted attention, from her position she could cover Laz with no problem, she watched as Laz started walking towards the store with his sword in his hand.

Several large red and white signs above the gate started to flash as several large trucks pulled in towards them. The lead driver eased on the breaks and stopped the truck as a trio of powerful spotlights blazed into light. The signs started to flash words, starting with, "Put the vehicles in park." Then followed with, "Prepare for manifest and credential check." Ten guards stepped out of an armored building beside the gate. One of them motioning and calling out orders, "Two men to a truck, search and clear, one man checks the credentials of the driver." With three trucks there was enough men cover it all and have some left over just in case. To the first truck the leader goes steps up on the climbing platform of the truck and knocks on the window, "Open it up." The SCAR Mod X rifle across his chest shows he means business. And the driver quickly complies. Handing over the manifest of the truck and his credentials to be delivering things to the infamous Warehouse.

In a tower, built onto the top of the largest building in the complex a young man in a silver dress shirt with grey silver dress pants looks out a window. Sipping at a glass of Pepsi laced with Rum. He hrms softly watching the trucks at the gate. Moments later a pretty young woman appears at his side, with one of the newest tablets. Already set to the manifests of the three trucks at the gate. Chance takes the tablet and looks through them. "Hmmm everything looks right. This is the shipment of M89 LMGs that our Russian client wanted for his dirty little war overseas. Have them stored in Building D. And contact the Russian to let him know they have arrived. Remind him though I want my money in the proper state. No dirty bills. Or he doesn't get his goods. I know the Chinese wouldn't mind bleeding edge weaponry as well. And they would be willing to pay top dollar for them."

The young woman nods then offers him a stylus, with which Chance signs the digital manifests. A tiny green light shows up on the wrist monitors of the gaurds at the gate letting them know the trucks are clear to enter. The leader directing the lead driver to go to Building D and no other building or they would be surrounded and if their path is too far off course, potentially fired upon.

This is all old hat for the drivers though, they've been through this before, being regular drivers for Chance Cooper, potentially the biggest Fixer in the entire nation, if not the continent.

Meanwhile Chance takes another sip of his drink then heads to his desk, checking his huge 3D computer system built into the desk. Checking off another delivery in his little empire of moving goods in the right way for those people who don't want it traced. He checks his schedule, noting that another delivery should be coming in within another hour. He intended to wait it out, not wanting these goods to go without his attention.

After traveling over thirteen hours, Adana had finally arrived at Olympus. She stepped out of the back of a black Cadillac, her father in pursuit. "I've got a meeting with the state governor, actually. I had to pull a lot of strings to get this to work. You will stay, represent me in any meetings here while I'm busy. Got it?" Her fathers deep voice boomed, filled with a thick Irish accent. They walked into a building that they usually stayed in. "I've got to collect a few things of my own before I start trying to hold anything down." She replied. Her accent wasnt as strong as her fathers, but most Americans still had to ask her to repeat some things. "I keep telling you to let the guys do the work for you. It's too dangerous, and we're not at home. There are others here that would shoot in a second if you fuck up." They walked into the elevator and Adana just stared at the people through the glass. "I think I can handle myself. If you want to, I'll take a couple of them with me." She saw her father visibly relax and returned her attention to the flashing lights. 'Aurum Turris the sign read. Being used for 'meetings' wasnt Adana's favorite thing ever. What she liked was getting out in the 'field' and actually getting her hands dirty. "Have two of the, at my door in three hours. If they aren't there, I will leave." Adana looked at her father. He nodded and immediately dialed a number, speaking softly into it. The elevator finally stopped and she walked out, leaving her father, and heading to her own room. Her bags had already been flown here, and to go collecting, she'd need her blades.

It was a regular day again, it wasn't boring or anything... but it was always kinda the same. Mikey was lying down on his bed with one hand on his head while his other hand was holding his phone which he held in the air. He was doing one of those games you could download on your mobile, yeah they were old but Mikey still enjoyed playing such games. He only had one job today, and of course it was dealing with someone who couldn't pay his debts. It was some random man who wanted some borrow some money so he could pay for a random thing... Mikey didn't really keep track of what the people wanted anymore. It always was about the same things anyways, he just had to focus on getting the job done. He broke into the man's house, by simply unlocking the backdoor (instead of kicking into the front door, or anything noisy like that). He looked up the man, who happened to be in the living room, and confronted him. There was a whole story about why he couldn't pay it, and that he would get the money in, fill in days here, and the endless begging for his life. Mikey ended it quickly by stabbing the man into his stomach with his dagger. That was his day, now he was bored again. Playing on his cellphone while the big plasma TV was on a random channel. "Pfff... why can't something fun happen?" he said out loud.

Laz sheathed his sword as kept the gun in the pneumatic arm cover to retain a free hand as he examined the scene; This man was clever, he had bypassed the alarms with jumper cables to keep the circuit going before melting the glass and he was currently rigging a paper bag of some kind on the glass cases. A red beam came from his gun to the paper bag, enough to get the arsonists attention, but not enough to startle him into dropping something probably explosive.

"Evening, Sir, I just came by to tell you that someone just slashed your tires and it looks like your power is out. Do you need any police assistance?"

"Nyet, uffisir, I have a light right HERE!"

The dark of the room lit up with a strobe light, blinding Laz for a second as he shot blindly at the source. One second was all the Russian needed as he pulled out a super soaker with a lighter attached to it. The squirt gun was filled with blue window cleaner fluid, a low tech weapon but it got past every scanner known to the system, soon the room was filled with azure flame and Laz had to take cover behind a case of crystals.

The lights were spinning and flashing making it so that you could only see the person in front of you for a brief moment before everything went dark again. Marxus held his hand at the waist of a woman in a red skin tight dress. His other hand was running through her red hair. "You know, there's not many with natural hair like this anymore." He flicked his wrist and watched her hair float down to her back. She smiled with a slight blush, "Thank you. It's something I'm kind of proud of." The music became more upbeat and they broke off from one another to dance. Or wave your waist back and forth in an attempt of dancing. As they did so Marxus kept his eyes on the girl. She had fair skin, as would go with the hair, but there were few freckles which even in today's society was hard to believe. People, especially beautiful young women, still went outside fairly often. Perhaps she had the pigments of her skin altered. It wouldn't be too surprising. The price of such a surgery had become rather affordable lately.

The DJ spoke up, "This is for all you lovers out there. Any guy going stag tonight better find a lady or get to the side." The music switched from the upbeat electronic to a instrumental and slow song. "Will you take my hand tonight?" Marxus held out his hand with a bright smile. The woman blushed and took it, "Surely." He held the woman close, pressed firmly along his frame. The music was soothing and her body warm. After a moment the song seemed to be coming to an end. He decided to take advantage of the romantic moment and gently put his hand below her chin. She looked at him with large green eyes and closed them waiting for what came next. He closed his too and leaned in...

Something foul went into his nostrils and her coughed falling out onto the floor. His eyes were blurry in the now bright room as he looked up, "Get up. The boss has a job for you." There was a large man with a small spray bottle in his hand. Marxus hit the wooden floor with his fist pissed that the dream was now over. Lost, likely to not be had again. He pushed himself up off the floor, "Was that really necessary? You couldn't have waited a moment or at least not shoved the blessed bottle up my nose?" The man simply laughed, when Marxus tried to smack the bottle from his hand he quickly moved his hand back and laughed again, "It's the only way to wake you from that damned drug. Besides, the boss said it was urgent. You'll get the rest of your directions in the car."

Marxus mumbled as he buttoned up his hawaiian shirt, "Oh and one more thing." The man said. Marxus grunted, "What?" The man's tone turned serious, "If you screw up again...I'll have to toss you."

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Marxus sat in the back of an Audi. The seats were comfortable and the car was rather nice, it's silver paint job glistened in the sun. It just wasn't his style. He much prefered his old bike. Instead he was sitting in the back of this car with an old driver, which he assumed was either deaf or mute because he never responded to any of his questions. "Where to today pops?" Marxus was now zipping up his leather jacket over a black T-shirt with the words, You are what you make yourself out to be across it. After being told that his previous dress wear was in proper for his task. He decided after hearing what the big guy had to say, that it was best not to piss anyone off.

As expected the old man did not respond. Instead the windows became extremely tinted to the point the sun was blocked out entirely and a window slid up between the driver and the back. A 3-D image of Lucius' head appeared in front of him. "Man you really need to get a different holo, this one's creepy." Marcus spoke to himself seeing that the a red light was flashing from the displayer, a signal that this was just a recording and not a live chat. "Marxus, I'm giving you another chance, something I don't do often. For your own sake, don't screw it up." "Thanks for the pep talk gramps." The recording continued, "I have made a list of people in which you are to bring to the Aurrum Turris tonight. There locations are on your map. As for the reason in doing so, that is for them to know and you to forget. Just make sure they are all there by nine tonight." Then the projection cut off. The windows went back to their average tint and the driver was now visible again as their barrier slid back into its cave. The location of his first person of interest showed up on a screen attached to the back of the passenger seat in front of him. "Great...This guy."

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The Audi pulled up to the gates of a fortress. Inside were a lot of working men, and a lot of things Marxus didn't even want to know about. He rolled down the window and leaned out looking towards the nearest security camera, "Hey! Mr. Fixalot. Open up the damn gate!" He gave the camera the finger before sitting back in his seat and taking a deep breath, "This 'ill be fun."

Chance was busily seeing to the tail end of a meeting between two of his clients, Chow Yun Lan, a Red Pole from China, who was a member of the Sunyunhai an extremely powerful triad who ran part of Beijing, right on down to the police and up to people in the mayors office. The other man is Aleks Volkov, a member of the Russian Mafia, highly educated and extremely ruthless. Both of these men are powerful where they come from, but they know, that here the man sitting at the head of the table has their lives in his hands what with them having only two of their own men on hand, no weapons, and Chance having ten of his own gaurds in the room, each armed and armored.

The negotiations had been going rather well, both parties very interested in the shipment of weapons that had come in. And with Aleks in the middle of a gang war with another mafia group and Chow always looking for new tech for his 49ers to defend their territory.

Chance hrmed softly, the end of this meeting had come down to where everyone had set their chips on the table. In the case of Chow, it was a metal brief case of almost fifty million dollars, just a little over the full value of the guns. While Volkov had placed forty-eight million dollars on the table, the exact value of the goods in question. As one of Chance's men was scanning the bills to make sure of their state the scanner beeped over Volkov's case. And the gaurd brought the scanner over to show that some of the bills were still unlaundered. Chance sighed, "Volkov, how often must I tell you? Make sure the money is clean. Because of this I'm inclined to give the merchandise to Mr. Lan. And not just because he's offering the more then you are." He groaned softly, then his tablet beeped to show Marxus on it, he narrowed his eyes then nodded. He turned to the two men at the table, "I'll give your offers some thought. Meanwhile the guns stay in my warehouse. The price remains the same unless one of you can offer me something else." the two mobsters look right pissed but Chance motions for them to leave.

Meanwhile he turns to his gaurd chief, "Let the man in the car in. And bring him up to my main office."

About 8 minutes later

Chance is looking out his window as he watched the cars of the Chinese and the Russian leave.

His door opens and the gaurd chief with Marxus in tow comes in. He turns and looks at Marxus, "Good morning."

Sebastion read the note with intense interest because he hadn't had a new job in a month. The note read;
Hello, Sebastion
You don't know who I am but I do know you. I hope you live up to what folks say about you because this will be hard. I need you to break into the Warehouse and sabotage the weapons cache inside. I know this task seems imposible but I believe you can do it. If you suceed I will know and I will contact you again. The time for this job is from here to the end of the month. Goodbye,
Signed Anonymous.
"Some nutcase wants me to break into the warehouse in one month, well then challenge accepted now wheres my gear?" Sebastion responded.
He went over to his TV and entered the passcode A-N-A-R-C-H-Y. The TV booted to life and said "Welcome Sebastion what do you require?"
"My climbing gear, my glock my tux, oh to hell with it send me everything!" commanded Sebastion
"Very well sir." answered the TV as the chair next to it slid over to the side and a briefcase with all his gear inside rolled up.
"Thanks, now activate security feed to the warehouse." ordered Sebastion.
The words Encrypted source passed over the screen, in responce Sebastion pulled a keyboard to the TV out.
"Ok now get the ip address, create a backdoor, erase my digital signature, enter the backdoor, encrypt it, change source code, drag the security feed and I'm in." mumbled Sebastion as he typed away at his keyboard. Now security footages of the Warehouse where brodcasting on the TV.
"Hmm, looks like they have about 90 guards all armed well this is going to be a challenge, but what if I hack the Security systems to not let anyone out or in, it would be as good as a siege."
With that the siege of the warehouse hasd started.