The Heist of Revelstoke

All Aboard the Pew-Pew Train

We got word of the Revelstoke Militia organization running a weapons black market, using a train station as a front. We could've just bought guns, but we would've had to shave off the serial number, and even then, the shop owner could've given the description of us to the police, so we had to steal them.

We walked into the train station, which was hustling and bustling with people. We walked around a little more, up a flight of stairs, and through a hallway with movie posters and ad campaigns about cologne, and we saw a stout man in a grey pinstripe suit get on a train with a Pelican case, which was most likely full of guns. Everyone else was none the wiser to what was in the case, but we knew. 4 Glock 18's. Chambered in 9mm, able to switch between semi-auto and full-auto, capable of iring 1200 rounds per minute.

We boarded the train with him, and the train took off. I looked at the electronic directory on the wall of the train and it said that we were headed to downtown Odessa. We took our seats about 10 feet away from the man with the case. He pulled out his phone and said "Yeah? Uhh, shit, I dunno. Get me a double cheeseburger. Yes, a double cheeseburger for breakfast, what's it to you, asshole? Well, maybe I'm hungry for a fucking burger?"

At this point, people started looking at him, so he quieted down, said "Just get me the damn burger. Meet me at the Downtown Junction." and he quickly hung up. I and the guys all giggled amongst ourselves. The train chugged along the tracks, going quite fast before we arrived at the even busier Downtown Odessa Junction.

The man got up and we followed him to the Employee's Only room. "Shit," I said to the others. "This place must be involved with the Militia too!" He slipped into the room looking very suspicious and closed the door very fast. I decided to look around the employee's room to see if there were any tools we could use. There was only one door, no windows, and it was soundproof as well. We walked over to the door and slipped inside. In the room, there was the man, surrounded by shelves of pelican cases full of guns.

He put the box down and began to turn around saying "Christ, inally. I'm starving. " He looked me in the face and said "Woah, you're not Vinny! What the hell are you doing here anyhow?" He began to reach for his gun, and I rushed in and subdued him. He dropped his gun on the ground, and Jacob kicked it over to me so I could hold it to the man's head.

I covered his mouth, put the gun to his temple, and said "Alright, where are the guns? We know you're selling guns, and we want them," I pushed the gun further into his head "With a discount." He waved his hands in a surrendering "No, please" sort of motion, and frantically pointed to the Pelican case. "Just as I suspected."

I hit him in the back of the head with the butt of his gun, tossed it aside, and grabbed the case, which was about the size of a large shoebox. I opened the case, and there were 4 matte black Glock 18s in the case, laid into the irm black foam.

The case was put into a random suitcase that we found in the employee's only room and we walked out of the train station without another word.