The Heist of Revelstoke

Paragon Island

Paragon Island
We stopped the boat just on the beach, and we slowly made our way up the sand, looking for guard towers or cameras and the like. Victoria had her .44 Magnum, which I realized was black, with the cylinder painted hot pink. "Woah, sick gun!" I told her. She looked at mine and said, "You're not so bad yourself, big boy." She gave me a smile after that could've made a grown ass man swoon. I felt myself go weak at the knees, but I steeled my nerves and kept going.

We found an elevator, and since there weren't any guards around, we got in and took it down. We went down, down, down. 100ft. 200ft. 300ft. Down and down we went, until we inally reached the bottom. Once we got out, we were met with a lot of things. A big open warehouse-esque room, a sign that said "You are now 2 miles underground!" and an army of black body-armored, M4A1 wielding, balaclava wearing men.

They had their guns at the ready, and their laser sights were pointed at me and my friends. Victoria walked out of the elevator. "Gentlemen, gentlemen, please, I'm sure we can discuss this amicably! Look, I'll put down my gun right he-." One of the soldiers yelled "She's going for the gun, get her!" "Wait, no, NO!" and that was the last thing she said before she was illed with bullets.

She stood there for a second, then she turned around, blood covering the front of her shirt, and said in a rough and weak voice "Well, this sucks." then she fell over, making a sickening *splat* as her body hit the tiled floor.

All of a sudden, about 10 of the 15 men picked up their walkie talkies, and ran from the room. The other 5 looked back at them and one of them said "Hey! Where the hell are you going? The intruders are right over here!" I took that chance to let o on the trigger, and the force of the bullets nearly knocked me on my ass. I felt adrenaline surge through my veins as I pulverized the 5 men and the 20 more coming behind them. I began to scream a guttural scream.

I felt like I could kill God at that moment. After I let go of the trigger and let the minigun hang by my side, I looked at the damage I had caused. The 25 soldiers I shot were nothing more than mangled body armor stued with bloody meat. Hands, arms, legs, and heads were strewn everywhere, along with a lot of blood.

"Holy shit." Zack said. "That was FUCKING AWESOME!" He exchanged high ives with me. We kept going to see if we could find the Paragon of Skulls and get our money back. We ran through room after room, and killed maybe 200 guards, until we found ourselves in the same room.

However, Victoria's body was gone. "Where did her body go?" I yelled. I punched one of the metal lockers, putting a dent in it. "WHERE THE FUCK DID THEY TAKE HER?" I screamed, tears streaming out of my eyes.

"Hey, it's ok. We'll find her and give her a proper burial." Jacob grabbed my shoulder. We kept running through dierent rooms, until we found what looked to be a conference room. I heard a familiar voice coming from it.

"Now, if you look over here, you can see that Marcus has been a bad boy, hasn't he?" I looked to see a man in a prison jumpsuit. The other soldiers in the room looked on in awe. "Looks like we need to teach Marcus a lesson, hmm?" The lady grabbed his chin and forced him to look at her.

"P-please, miss, I'm real s-sorry."

"Aww, you're sorry? Sorry isn't going to fucking cut it, you mutt." the figure said before sticking a combat knife right through the bottom of his jaw. The man known as Marcus flinched for a moment, then his face went blank as blood dripped down the handle of the knife that was now grip-deep in his chin.

The other soldiers gasped in horror and ran from the room. The voice laughed and followed them, but not before turning around and staring me in the eyes. Then, they quickly walked through the door, and shut it behind them. They were wearing a black suit, a red tie, and a black skull mask with a rose on the forehead.