Jun 30, 2023 22:06:22 GMT
Post by Bakiri Retsu on Jun 30, 2023 22:06:22 GMT
Clasping and unclasping the metallic briefcase in her hands Retsu checked the time for the bazillionth time since she got here.
That's the part the movies never mention. All the waiting. Fiction always portrays heists and robberies as minutes long action packed scenes full of twists and turns. In Retsu's experience if there's action things have gone drastically off the rails and if your plan goes wrong you're thoroughly screwed. She grinned. Much like Akimichi's about to be.
To think he'd not just try to shortchange her on their latest deal but also begin to muscle his way into her turf? Really, a lack of respect is what it is. Her grin widened. A message definitely has to be sent and what d'ya know, an opportunity's already here. Clearly she's not the only one he's pissed off. No way the intel she'd paid the info brokers for would be in her hands this quickly if that were the case. And what a juicy piece of intel it was. Turns out Mr. Akimichi's been transporting contraband through the use of a refrigerated truck supplying some of the local pizza places. No one would think to check a vehicle that transports balls of dough from place to place for valuables after all.
Unfortunately for him it'll be Retsu raking in the dough this time. Spotting the 'Tokyo's Rising Rounds' logo on the side of her target she unclasped the metallic briefcase for the last time and waited for it to get closer. Then she holds onto the handle while making a throwing motion with all her force, slamming the half she isn't holding open and sending the spike strip contained within across the breadth of the road. Hearing the signature pops the tires make as they cross over it she pressed the button on the handle to quickly reel the entire thing back in whilst the truck careens off the road and comes to an abrupt halt when it meets a light pole.
With that, her timer's started.
Shoving the briefcase into the duffel bag by her side she zipped it shut and makes her way towards the stopped vehicle.
"Gentleman. I'm afraid you can't park here. Gonna need you to step out of the vehicle and open the back."
To emphasize her words she unzipped part of her sleeveless jacket putting the very realistic looking pistol strapped under it on display. Not that she's planning to use violence -after all, the driver shouldn't be in on any of this- but the unspoken threat does tend to light a fire under anyone's ass. Seeing the fear and hesitation in the man's eyes she slams her fist into the door.
"Now!"
Luckily for her that knocked the man out of his daze. She'd hate to have to use her last C4 just to get into a truck. Without another word the driver scrambled out of his cabin and rushed to unlock the back. The moment it happens Retsu pushed the man out of the way and lifted herself onto the flooring. What greeted her was the sight of rectangular plastic boxes stacked by the dozen.
"Got it."
Given that it's food contained within, each of the boxes has a stamp on the side with both the production and due dates on them. On one of the boxes however the order of day and month are reversed, a mistake easily justified to inspectors yet very noticeable within the identical rows. With a huff she topples the stacked boxes on top of the one she's looking for revealing its contents. Without delay she promptly shoved the non-doughy contents within her duffel bag and makes her way back out. Her watch tells her it's been less than a minute since she deployed the spikes.
"In and out, nice and smooth." Retsu chuckled while drawing her airsoft pistol. "Yeah. No way it's gonna be that easy, ey?"
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Remaining explosives: Two flash bangs, one smoke bomb, one C4 with timer, four fragmentation grenades.
mochi
That's the part the movies never mention. All the waiting. Fiction always portrays heists and robberies as minutes long action packed scenes full of twists and turns. In Retsu's experience if there's action things have gone drastically off the rails and if your plan goes wrong you're thoroughly screwed. She grinned. Much like Akimichi's about to be.
To think he'd not just try to shortchange her on their latest deal but also begin to muscle his way into her turf? Really, a lack of respect is what it is. Her grin widened. A message definitely has to be sent and what d'ya know, an opportunity's already here. Clearly she's not the only one he's pissed off. No way the intel she'd paid the info brokers for would be in her hands this quickly if that were the case. And what a juicy piece of intel it was. Turns out Mr. Akimichi's been transporting contraband through the use of a refrigerated truck supplying some of the local pizza places. No one would think to check a vehicle that transports balls of dough from place to place for valuables after all.
Unfortunately for him it'll be Retsu raking in the dough this time. Spotting the 'Tokyo's Rising Rounds' logo on the side of her target she unclasped the metallic briefcase for the last time and waited for it to get closer. Then she holds onto the handle while making a throwing motion with all her force, slamming the half she isn't holding open and sending the spike strip contained within across the breadth of the road. Hearing the signature pops the tires make as they cross over it she pressed the button on the handle to quickly reel the entire thing back in whilst the truck careens off the road and comes to an abrupt halt when it meets a light pole.
With that, her timer's started.
Shoving the briefcase into the duffel bag by her side she zipped it shut and makes her way towards the stopped vehicle.
"Gentleman. I'm afraid you can't park here. Gonna need you to step out of the vehicle and open the back."
To emphasize her words she unzipped part of her sleeveless jacket putting the very realistic looking pistol strapped under it on display. Not that she's planning to use violence -after all, the driver shouldn't be in on any of this- but the unspoken threat does tend to light a fire under anyone's ass. Seeing the fear and hesitation in the man's eyes she slams her fist into the door.
"Now!"
Luckily for her that knocked the man out of his daze. She'd hate to have to use her last C4 just to get into a truck. Without another word the driver scrambled out of his cabin and rushed to unlock the back. The moment it happens Retsu pushed the man out of the way and lifted herself onto the flooring. What greeted her was the sight of rectangular plastic boxes stacked by the dozen.
"Got it."
Given that it's food contained within, each of the boxes has a stamp on the side with both the production and due dates on them. On one of the boxes however the order of day and month are reversed, a mistake easily justified to inspectors yet very noticeable within the identical rows. With a huff she topples the stacked boxes on top of the one she's looking for revealing its contents. Without delay she promptly shoved the non-doughy contents within her duffel bag and makes her way back out. Her watch tells her it's been less than a minute since she deployed the spikes.
"In and out, nice and smooth." Retsu chuckled while drawing her airsoft pistol. "Yeah. No way it's gonna be that easy, ey?"
------
Remaining explosives: Two flash bangs, one smoke bomb, one C4 with timer, four fragmentation grenades.
mochi
