Crime of the Century: The Heist (IC; OPEN)

[Ameriganastan]

10 South of Las Vegas, Nevada

Amelie leaned forward and raced the wind as her Ashen Grey MV Augusta F4CC purred underneath her. She swiftly wind up the tendril of roads it took to get to the overlook of the city; it was a wonderful, clear nice, and she was glad she'd go onto the CC after all. However, she was anxious, because she had a feeling she was late-- especially when she arrived to find that she was one of the last to show up.

Last = Late.

She sighed as her CC growled softly and rolled to a smooth stop next to a white Audi S8, and wondered whether the all black leather biker outfit and boots she wore was too much. Nevertheless, it was obviously too late now.... Amelie cut the engine and would've tucked the keys into her pocket if she had one; she opted her holding them in the same hand as her helmet as she took it off and let her red hair loose from the sloppy up-do she'd put it in. She looked up and noticed that she was being watched, her eyes landing on a very handsome man in all black as well.

Well, now I don' feel so ou' a place... she thought with a naturally welcoming smile.

"Ach; sorry I'm late," she supplied swinging a leg over adn stepping away from her bike to join the well-sized group.

Ray adjusted his glasses, wolf whistling in her direction.

"Hey, sweetcheeks. Nice ass. Nice bike too. How about I take you for a ride in my new truck after we're done here? Pretty sure Phil has a stash of weed stuffed under the passenger seat."

[Saragrossa]

Jonothan shrugged. "Think of them as cannon fodder for the pigs. They get caught, we don't. Easy as." He pulled a cigar, placed in his mouth before he pulled a lighter our and lit it, letting the pleasant smell of the smoke rise into his nostrils."

" Besides, at least we know they're idiots now rather than in the middle of the heist."

Vinnie scoffed, and said "Your the only idiot here, bitch. Think its smart to pull a gun on guys with fucking machine guns, eh cool guy? Try pulling a gun on the Yakuza, see what happens. Go ahead. Walk right up to him with your little Glock acting all tough and get shot dead. While me and the real men actually take care of the dirty work. And even if I do get caught, I have enough money to buy my way out of any legal problems while you are stuck with your pathetic car and waste of a life."

" Lay off the Tough act okay. We know your " well connected ", who cares. I am here for money and I got called because i am the best driver/pilot in the States and I have Sicilians, Russians, Chenchans, Triads all on my speed-dial anyway my name is Hans. we'll be working together so I suggest we put all this shit aside. " He extended his hand in handshake, probably knowing the Italian will leave him hanging, but if he was a gentlemen he would grudgingly accept.

He saw a girl pull up in Biker attire and he smiled at her and winked. " Hello, I am Hans, Pleasure to meet you miss " He pivoted and turned his attention to the girl, extending his hand. He was hoping his calm, quirky but extremely cute and stereotypical German accent would make the girl smile.

[The United Soviet Socialist Republic]

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[Cylarn]

A single shot would sound off, and the others would see Holden holding a stainless steel Beretta 92FS. He didn't look at all pleased, and then he aimed the barrel of the weapon towards the others, namely the Sicilian. In his left hand was a detonator of some sort, his finger on the trigger.

"I see that you can't work well together by choice, so let me force y'all to work together by force," he said. "I have 12 pounds of C4 rigged to my car, and if I pull the trigger, we'll all die. I'm in charge here, and if you attempt to kill me, I will detonate the explosives. Are y'all willin' to cooperate?"

[The United Soviet Socialist Republic]

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[Ameriganastan]

A single shot would sound off, and the others would see Holden holding a stainless steel Beretta 92FS. He didn't look at all pleased, and then he aimed the barrel of the weapon towards the others, namely the Sicilian. In his left hand was a detonator of some sort, his finger on the trigger.

"I see that you can't work well together by choice, so let me force y'all to work together by force," he said. "I have 12 pounds of C4 rigged to my car, and if I pull the trigger, we'll all die. I'm in charge here, and if you attempt to kill me, I will detonate the explosives. Are y'all willin' to cooperate?"

Ray held his hands up.

"I just got here, so I have no clue what you're talking about. But so long as it keeps me from getting blow to kingdom come, yeah, I'm willing to cooperate..."

[Rhanawyn]

Amelie paused, both fine brows raised at the man who'd spoken. She blinked, and was comtemplating putting him flat on his ass when a man with a German accent spoke to her. She listened, and knew he was authentic; Amelie gave him a smile and ignored the other crude man to shake Hans' outstretched hand when a man who looked like he wanted to be 'The Godfather' started shouting onscenities and the like. He was clearly Italian-- Sicilian by the looks of it --and Amelie rolled her eyes heavenward as his temper unnecessarily flared. She paled slightly when the man in teh black suit spoke and she rushed and stepped in between the two men.

She spoke fluently and directly to the Scilian, as though she were a natural-born Italian herself, "E 'grave, quindi perché non ti calmi? Dovremmo tirare fuori un Heist insieme, non combattere e litigare come bambini. Calmati. Sta causando una scena."

[Cylarn]

A single shot would sound off, and the others would see Holden holding a stainless steel Beretta 92FS. He didn't look at all pleased, and then he aimed the barrel of the weapon towards the others, namely the Sicilian. In his left hand was a detonator of some sort, his finger on the trigger.

"I see that you can't work well together by choice, so let me force y'all to work together by force," he said. "I have 12 pounds of C4 rigged to my car, and if I pull the trigger, we'll all die. I'm in charge here, and if you attempt to kill me, I will detonate the explosives. Are y'all willin' to cooperate?"

Hearing a shot come off Vinnie instinctively drew his revolver almost immediately and pointed it at Holden. "Never point a gun at a Sicilian, small time crook!" He said, cocking his gun. "Go ahead and blow the place up, at least that annoying pathetic excuse of a German will be dead with me. Hell, I'll be glad to have that piece of shit outta the world. I am not working with that annoyance."

"Small-time crook huh?" Holden asked. "I'm already pointin' a gun at you. You should really, really learn h-."

In mid-sentence, without any indicators, he fired a bullet at Vinnie, most likely hitting him in the chest. He had qualified Expert with the M9, and he had been trained to fire at the center of the mass. Due to the close proximity with Vinnie, he'd most likely immobilize him with the bullet. That first shot was immediately followed by two more bullets, which were directed at the Sicilian goons, hitting each of them in the chest cavity. Holden's pistol was chambered in .40 S&W, which was more powerful than the standard 9mm round, which meant they wouldn't really be able to retaliate, due to lethal injuries. Vinnie however, was still alive, although in extreme pain. If he attempted to retaliate, Holden wouldn't hesitate to finish the job.

"Alright, are you willin' you cooperate?"

[Cylarn]

Before Vinnie could get a good shot, Holden began to fall back, hit by 2 of the bullets. On top of that, Vinnie had a bullet embeeded deep in his gut, which prevented him from getting a good shot. On his back, Holden began firing at the third goon, having made a terrible error in miscalculating the odds. He too was injured, but at least he didn't have a bullet stuck in his gut, like Vinnie.

[Rhanawyn]

"Small-time crook huh?" Holden asked. "I'm already pointin' a gun at you. You should really, really learn h-."

In mid-sentence, without any indicators, he fired a bullet at Vinnie, most likely hitting him in the chest. He had qualified Expert with the M9, and he had been trained to fire at the center of the mass. Due to the close proximity with Vinnie, he'd most likely immobilize him with the bullet. That first shot was immediately followed by two more bullets, which were directed at the Sicilian goons, hitting each of them in the chest cavity. Holden's pistol was chambered in .40 S&W, which was more powerful than the standard 9mm round, which meant they wouldn't really be able to retaliate, due to lethal injuries. Vinnie however, was still alive, although in extreme pain. If he attempted to retaliate, Holden wouldn't hesitate to finish the job.

"Alright, are you willin' you cooperate?"

The scream the tore from Amelie's throat was a choked one; as soon as Holden fired his gun, her heart froze in her own chest cavity, and though she was nearly too afraid to move a single muscle for fear of being hit with a stray bullet, Amelie hit the grass at her feet and covered her head. She fought not to flinch as a bullet whizzed by overtop of her head.

[Saragrossa]

" Fuck Mobsters. " Hans had crouched down and saw in brief moment the mobsters hit the ground, killed by the fire. However in the brief gunfight, he had saw Holden get hit by return fire. Hans immediately jumped up and raced to his car, pressing the trunk open button his on his key-less where he ran to and popped the bed of the car out which contained various containers having a spare tire, oil, and an emergency kit. Hans grabbed the emergency kit which was military grade and something he kept handy, which proved useful in his line of work. He looked at Holden " Nice clean shots. You got hit? I think you got wounded? " Han looked at Holden who was lying on his back after taking a very smart and calculated leap back to avoid return fire. Hans removed his suit jacket and make a impromptu pillow for the man and placed it under his head. " Tell me where you got hit? I got some field medic work under my belt " Hans spoke to the man as he stuffed his pistol in his back belt area to make his hands free.

[Cylarn]

" Fuck Mobsters. " Hans had crouched down and saw in brief moment the mobsters hit the ground, killed by the fire. However in the brief gunfight, he had saw Holden get hit by return fire. Hans immediately jumped up and raced to his car, pressing the trunk open button his on his key-less where he ran to and popped the bed of the car out which contained various containers having a spare tire, oil, and an emergency kit. Hans grabbed the emergency kit which was military grade and something he kept handy, which proved useful in his line of work. He looked at Holden " Nice clean shots. You got hit? I think you got wounded? " Han looked at Holden who was lying on his back after taking a very smart and calculated leap back to avoid return fire. Hans removed his suit jacket and make a impromptu pillow for the man and placed it under his head. " Tell me where you got hit? I got some field medic work under my belt " Hans spoke to the man as he stuffed his pistol in his back belt area to make his hands free.

"Leg and shoulder," he said, in pain from getting shot twice. "Why don't you look 'round and see where I got hit, rather than makin' yourself look stupid, huh? Fuckin' Wops."

[Jessjohnesik]

"Fucking great." Vanessa hissed to herself as she ran up to Holden. "I'm not really a medic, but I had first aid classes. Unfortunately I don't have any medical supplies." She explained. "I'll just have to tighten the the areas around the wounds." She added. "Piece of cloth someone!" She shouted.

[Rhanawyn]

" Fuck Mobsters. " Hans had crouched down and saw in brief moment the mobsters hit the ground, killed by the fire. However in the brief gunfight, he had saw Holden get hit by return fire. Hans immediately jumped up and raced to his car, pressing the trunk open button his on his key-less where he ran to and popped the bed of the car out which contained various containers having a spare tire, oil, and an emergency kit. Hans grabbed the emergency kit which was military grade and something he kept handy, which proved useful in his line of work. He looked at Holden " Nice clean shots. You got hit? I think you got wounded? " Han looked at Holden who was lying on his back after taking a very smart and calculated leap back to avoid return fire. Hans removed his suit jacket and make a impromptu pillow for the man and placed it under his head. " Tell me where you got hit? I got some field medic work under my belt " Hans spoke to the man as he stuffed his pistol in his back belt area to make his hands free.

Amelie waited a few more moments at the sound of running feet and a car door opening. She risked a look up to find Hans, the polite German, aiding Holden. She sat up quickly and glanced back to find the dead Sicilian and his goons behind her. Turning away, she glanced around at everyone else, visibly checking to see if they were alright. Her pewter gaze then turned to Vanessa, Hans, and Holden, and Amelie swiftly got to her feet to offer any help she could.

"Ach; di' they go clean through?" she asked the German, her face pensive as she worried her bottom lip and sat at Holden's side. "An' be nice, yu," she added absentmindedly.

[Saragrossa]

" Relax brother. I don't want to spend five minutes taking off your underwear " He chuckled and poured some rubbing alcohol on his hands to disinfect them before putting some latex gloves on. He pulled off the man's shirt and left him in his undershirt and lifted his leg and rolled up his pants. He then used his fingers to open up and see the wound and touched the back of the each of the bullet-holes. " In and Out, your lucky they had machine guns, the bullet's heat will cauterize your wound and you have no fragments " He placed rubbing alcohol and took '

He did his ABCD's checking the gun fire didn't damage any airways, his breathing was fine and he began to apply pressure to the leg while he looked to the Girl and called for her " Miss, put your hand down on his collar bone and keep it pressured " He looked and began to wrap a makesure bandage around the wounds and asked the girl to directly pressure. He pulled out a package of chemical hemostats ( quick clot ) and placed it on the wounds, scrubbing to kick start the clotting. He pulled out a small needle full of adrenline and placed it in his neck to keep him from entering shock. He then looked at the girl and told her to relax and began to wrap up the wounds with clean bandages. He pulled a blanket and placed it on holden to keep his temperature up.

" You should be okay but give it acouple minutes. If your temperature spikes, we're in trouble "

[Rhanawyn]

" Relax brother. I don't want to spend five minutes taking off your underwear " He chuckled and poured some rubbing alcohol on his hands to disinfect them before putting some latex gloves on. He pulled off the man's shirt and left him in his undershirt and lifted his leg and rolled up his pants. He then used his fingers to open up and see the wound and touched the back of the each of the bullet-holes. " In and Out, your lucky they had machine guns, the bullet's heat will cauterize your wound and you have no fragments " He placed rubbing alcohol and took '

He did his ABCD's checking the gun fire didn't damage any airways, his breathing was fine and he began to apply pressure to the leg while he looked to the Girl and called for her " Miss, put your hand down on his collar bone and keep it pressured " He looked and began to wrap a makesure bandage around the wounds and asked the girl to directly pressure. He pulled out a package of chemical hemostats ( quick clot ) and placed it on the wounds, scrubbing to kick start the clotting. He pulled out a small needle full of adrenline and placed it in his neck to keep him from entering shock. He then looked at the girl and told her to relax and began to wrap up the wounds with clean bandages. He pulled a blanket and placed it on holden to keep his temperature up.

" You should be okay but give it acouple minutes. If your temperature spikes, we're in trouble "

"Le's pray it doesna," Amelie frowned hard down at their employer, not unappreciative of the fact that he was well muscled and toned. "Too bad boyo hear couldna take tha time ta relieve yu of yur underwear," she supplied, hoping to lighten the tense atmosphere.

[Cylarn]

" Relax brother. I don't want to spend five minutes taking off your underwear " He chuckled and poured some rubbing alcohol on his hands to disinfect them before putting some latex gloves on. He pulled off the man's shirt and left him in his undershirt and lifted his leg and rolled up his pants. He then used his fingers to open up and see the wound and touched the back of the each of the bullet-holes. " In and Out, your lucky they had machine guns, the bullet's heat will cauterize your wound and you have no fragments " He placed rubbing alcohol and took '

He did his ABCD's checking the gun fire didn't damage any airways, his breathing was fine and he began to apply pressure to the leg while he looked to the Girl and called for her " Miss, put your hand down on his collar bone and keep it pressured " He looked and began to wrap a makesure bandage around the wounds and asked the girl to directly pressure. He pulled out a package of chemical hemostats ( quick clot ) and placed it on the wounds, scrubbing to kick start the clotting. He pulled out a small needle full of adrenline and placed it in his neck to keep him from entering shock. He then looked at the girl and told her to relax and began to wrap up the wounds with clean bandages. He pulled a blanket and placed it on holden to keep his temperature up.

" You should be okay but give it acouple minutes. If your temperature spikes, we're in trouble "

"Le's pray it doesna," Amelie frowned hard down at their employer, not unappreciative of the fact that he was well muscled and toned. "Too bad boyo hear couldna take tha time ta relieve yu of yur underwear," she supplied, hoping to lighten the tense atmosphere.

"What, you wanna see what I got?" he asked, looking at the woman. "Why don't you go wait for me in the back on my car then?"

He then looked over at Vinnie, who was still alive, but very injured.

"Who wants him?" Holden asked.

[Rhanawyn]

"Le's pray it doesna," Amelie frowned hard down at their employer, not unappreciative of the fact that he was well muscled and toned. "Too bad boyo hear couldna take tha time ta relieve yu of yur underwear," she supplied, hoping to lighten the tense atmosphere.

"What, you wanna see what I got?" he asked, looking at the woman. "Why don't you go wait for me in the back on my car then?"

He then looked over at Vinnie, who was still alive, but very injured.

"Who wants him?" Holden asked.

Amelie's brow shot into her hair line, and she was so surprised, she laughed aloud. However, when Holden mentioned the Sicilian-- Vinnie --her laugh was cut off, and she cleared her throat.

"Ah, we can either put 'im out'o 'is misery, laddie, er...." she would have suggested calling an ambulance, but for some reason didn't think it was a sound idea. But it didn't matter. Whether or not his was an idiot, he was in pain, and the expression on his face wasn't comfortable to look at.

"Maybe some'un should take 'im ta tha hospital...."

[Lunas Legion]

"Le's pray it doesna," Amelie frowned hard down at their employer, not unappreciative of the fact that he was well muscled and toned. "Too bad boyo hear couldna take tha time ta relieve yu of yur underwear," she supplied, hoping to lighten the tense atmosphere.

"What, you wanna see what I got?" he asked, looking at the woman. "Why don't you go wait for me in the back on my car then?"

He then looked over at Vinnie, who was still alive, but very injured.

"Who wants him?" Holden asked.

"Well, considering that I'm the only one not doing anything vaguely important and it doesn't matter whether I have any more enemies or not..." Jonothan reached inside his jacket and pulled out a battered .44 Magnum. It had been his trusty weapon for ten years and had been to every continent excluding Antartica.
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He levelled the barrel at Vinnie's head. "Adios, Italian don. Shame you brought no pizza, I'm hungry rignpht now.". Jonothan pulled the trigger and the bulled smashed into Vinnie's head, leaving a bloody mess behind.

[Rhanawyn]

"Well, considering that I'm the only one not doing anything vaguely important and it doesn't matter whether I have any more enemies or not..." Jonothan reached inside his jacket and pulled out a battered .44 Magnum. It had been his trusty weapon for ten years and had been to every continent excluding Antartica.
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He levelled the barrel at Vinnie's head. "Adios, Italian don. Shame you brought no pizza, I'm hungry rignpht now.". Jonothan pulled the trigger and the bulled smashed into Vinnie's head, leaving a bloody mess behind.

Amelie started as the man pulled a gun from his jacket and silenced Vinnie permenantly, but wasn't all that surprised that he'd actually done it. She grimaced, looking away from the scene and turning her attention back to helping Hans heal their employer.

"Buck up, laddie, yu'll live," she said, a strained smile on her face.

[Saragrossa]

"Le's pray it doesna," Amelie frowned hard down at their employer, not unappreciative of the fact that he was well muscled and toned. "Too bad boyo hear couldna take tha time ta relieve yu of yur underwear," she supplied, hoping to lighten the tense atmosphere.

"What, you wanna see what I got?" he asked, looking at the woman. "Why don't you go wait for me in the back on my car then?"

He then looked over at Vinnie, who was still alive, but very injured.

"Who wants him?" Holden asked.

" Take it easy okay brother? We gotta keep you warm and whenever, we gotta x-ray to make sure theres no fragments in you. I can sew you up in a hour once you clot up and it completely stops draining. How you feeling woozy or no? If so, whats your blood type. I might need to do a make shift blood infusion " Hans looked at him and took of the latex gloves " Thank you miss, your great help " he spoke to the girl and began to pack up the various things and clean up. He pulled a medical disposal yellow bag and placed all the dirty contents he used within.

[Rhanawyn]

"What, you wanna see what I got?" he asked, looking at the woman. "Why don't you go wait for me in the back on my car then?"

He then looked over at Vinnie, who was still alive, but very injured.

"Who wants him?" Holden asked.

" Take it easy okay brother? We gotta keep you warm and whenever, we gotta x-ray to make sure theres no fragments in you. I can sew you up in a hour once you clot up and it completely stops draining. How you feeling woozy or no? If so, whats your blood type. I might need to do a make shift blood infusion " Hans looked at him and took of the latex gloves " Thank you miss, your great help " he spoke to the girl and began to pack up the various things and clean up. He pulled a medical disposal yellow bag and placed all the dirty contents he used within.

"An' here I thought I was too young ta be called 'Miss'!" she chuckled a bit, offering her hand to Hans. "Amelie MacLeod, glad to be of help, laddie."

[Altito Asmoro]

"Wow man. That was a fine shot. Anyway, when we will start and what weapons you all guys want? I have my own motivation for that Yakuza. He almost made me killed during one of the botchead deals in Japan. And then he wants my weapons for free, so he attempted to made me dead. All guns and weapons you want are free. Just tell me and I will have it all send to each of you, of course, after we have another meetings at the headquarter."

[Rhanawyn]

"Wow man. That was a fine shot. Anyway, when we will start and what weapons you all guys want? I have my own motivation for that Yakuza. He almost made me killed during one of the botchead deals in Japan. And then he wants my weapons for free, so he attempted to made me dead. All guns and weapons you want are free. Just tell me and I will have it all send to each of you, of course, after we have another meetings at the headquarter."

"Sounds swell, I s'pose. Yu know, I've always wanted ta learn ta shoot a sniper rifle," Amelie added absentmindedly, and reached down to feel Holden's forehead.

She could see was still in pain even though he'd been given a shot, and wondered when he would need the next one. Her full lips set into a hard line.

[Cylarn]

"Wow man. That was a fine shot. Anyway, when we will start and what weapons you all guys want? I have my own motivation for that Yakuza. He almost made me killed during one of the botchead deals in Japan. And then he wants my weapons for free, so he attempted to made me dead. All guns and weapons you want are free. Just tell me and I will have it all send to each of you, of course, after we have another meetings at the headquarter."

"And you Brits complain when Americans talk," Holden said while being patched up. "Why don't you go back to school, ok, and learn how to talk, unless schools in Britain actually suck."