ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 (platonic and romantic oneshots)

Unwanted Assistance (1/3)

Feat. MyBonerIsKNIFE, VengefulCanadian, and myself!

No reader cause fuck that guy ngl

Words: 3322

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Of course they just had to take on a decently difficult mission, and of course, it just had to be off the coast of Los Santos, actually in the us rather than the large island, lest we not forget the whole place was cold, and in a forest, by the mountains. Why had they decided to take this mission?

For the money, of course.

Cartoonz had dug up some information on a vault that was being kept under an old building that was quite literally built into the side of a cliff. The only problem? It was surrounded by guards. 

That's where they stepped in.

"They call themselves 'V.K.B.'. They're a gang very much so on the rise. They've offered help to the first people to take this job. All they ask is you split it 50/50. Even then you'll still have enough to keep you and the boys afloat for at least a few months." Cartoonz said, setting a file on his desk that slid slightly, landing in front of the usually owl masked man.

He picked it up, opening it as he crossed one leg over the other, looking at the pictures inside, including a minimized  blueprint of a top own view and a side view of the cliff, the vault resting inside. Apparently it was built into some rich mans home. 

"Any intel on this 'V.K.B.' Group we'll be working with?" Vanoss asked, looking back at the scarred man. "Very little is known, and they'd like to keep it that way. All they gave me was codenames, location where to find them, and masked pictures of each of them." he said, slipping him a paper with just that. Noticing a code of sorts at the bottom, he raised an eyebrow. "What's-"

"It's the code to the base. Apparently It's hidden and they have some kind of code you gotta input. But from the lack of contact, I'm going to assume the entrance is hidden." Nodding, he closed the file back, sliding it under his arm. As he exited, Cartoonz stopped him again. "And Vanoss? Be careful. Every other group that's taken this mission hasn't reported back."

So that's how the group found themselves at a dock, waiting to board a ferry that would take them away from the sights of Los Santos and over to the pickup that would take them to a port in Texas where some vans would be waiting on them, taking a long ass drive to a town located in Taos, New Mexico.

Taking shifts when driving hardly worked, all of them being very tired even after taking naps in the vans, but they made it. There had been a few hotel rooms booked out just for the night, where the group had taken a much needed rest.

The next morning, the group met back up at the vehicles imputing the coordinates into a gps. Eventually the road turned to dirt and became to thin to drive on, so they walked the rest of the way.

Until they found a shed. Just a shed, it now being an off-white color, moss growing up the sides. A deteriorated keypad was next to the door, It's condition slightly better. "What the fuck kind of mission did you get us pulled into?" Wildcat asked, Vanoss imputing the code, the shed door sliding open, the group stepping back slightly. "One that'll keep up fed and housed for months. C'mon." he said, stepping into the surprisingly open space, the group all standing inside as the door slid back shut, the platform sliding down.

Once it hit the ground, the platform clicked into place, the group stepping off as the door slid shut, enveloping them in almost complete darkness, save for a few small lights on the floor. The lights above flicked on in succession down a hall that had a few rooms down it, opening up at the end into a living room mixed with a kitchen. On either side of the hall by the elevator door were three cases. the ones on the left having outfits, the ones on the right having grey mannequin heads, each having a mask on them.