Mark had finished checking the crates of stolen goods and was about to leave when he heard sirens blaring outside. "Fuckin' SHIT!" hissed Mark to himself as he bolted the metal doors shut and cocked his gun. He was trapped in here wasn't he? Were they going to shoot? How many damn cops are out there? He had guns alright. Enough to last him a while, but the cops would just gas him out. Damn cops!

The sirens then disappeared into the distance. Mark was left frozen for a good while, wanting to make sure that they had really left. He could still hear his own heartbeat loudly. A sigh of relief. 

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* 

The sound made Mark jump into attack mode again as he pointed at the door from the shadows. Then came a loud voice from outside. "Hey Scrapper? You in there still? Open up goddammit!". Mark recognised the voice as Blade's - another member of the gang, the getaway driver usually. Mark threw open the doors, none too happy about being startled like that. Well, not that he was going to admit it. 

"Why the fuck are you here?" questioned Mark as he sat atop on of the boxes.

"Here to get supplies. We're all being shoved back into the ditches. Patrols are gettin' denser" replied Blade as he rummaged through the boxes.

"What's going on? Terrorists loose? Them cops not trying to get us right?"

"Nah. They seem to be hiding something though. A few stores were burning down. No one even tried to help. No ambulance. Nothing"

"Hey. You know what would be good now?" said Mark as he slyly looked back at Blade.

"Drugs?"

"Fuck no. The license to loot. We steal some cop suits and throw people against the walls. Empty their wallets. Bam! Easy pickings! Maybe even get us into special areas!" said Mark as he locked up the container. The boss wouldn't mind a bit of a delay.

"Kill cops? Are you nuts?!"

Mark grinned as he started his bike. "Hop on" 

The two gangsters speed off on Mark's motorcycle, travelling along the sewer lines and alleyways where few patrolled. Whenever they would hear the loud engine of a tank or helicopter nearby, they would take an alternative route. They circled the streets for a while before they went into the red light district and came to a stop behind a prostitute business with a cop car parked out front. They headed up the stairs and sure enough, loud pleasurable sounds could be heard from behind the door. Apparently some cops wanted a time out. And a timeout they shall get.

Bursting through the door, Mark and Blade caught the cops by surprise. It didn't help that the three cops were naked from head to toe and away from their weapons. The prostitute screamed and fled onto the streets, causing wild hooting from a few beggars outside. During that hooting, Mark was beating the hell out of the cops who were too tired to fight back. Melee weapons were enough for this situation and soon there were three dead, useless cops. 

"Well now what?" asked Blade as held up one of the uniforms, not really wanting to wear it. "Want me to take the cop car?"

"Leave it for now. We'll ask the Boss that" replied Mark as he listened to one of the shoulder radios. Shame he didn't understand any of the cryptic cop codes. 101? 15? What the hell? Bundling up the clothes into a duffel bag, Mark and Blade headed back outside. Their hideout wasn't far from here.