Inglorious Impostor Presents: The Astonisher's Return

United Tech (H4)

A few weeks had passed by and everything, including the modified chopper and equipment, were ready to go and their operation was about to commence...

"Cinnamon, you need to hire the same antisocials from the last job. I'll simply explain to them as to why they can't have their hard-earned money.", instructed Rob. "While I go puff some smoke in a nice, crowded place. What do you say there, champ? No? Well, in all seriousness, you will review the plan with them and tell them what's at stake here.", shot Rob, point blank.

U then went through the plan with the rest of the heist crew, in the layout room, of course. "Okay. Antisocials, your ground team. You will be heavily equipped with armor, an assault shotgun, grenades to blow the doors, rebreathers, jamming device, and of course, night goggles (haha, don't get "lost"). I'm assuming that U briefed you guys on the plan. Ahh, screw it. This is a carefully developed operation and if it goes down the drain, well let's just say that we're screwed for life and we won't get the money or the momentum and we all don't want that to happen, do we?. That's what I thought. With that being said, it's either a successful job or that this has all been done for nothing. I strongly urge you to make it count and I guarantee you that it will be worth your while. Do this for me one last time, just do it, and the rewards you reap will officially be yours, thus causing you to do a happy dance and act like rich men. I have faith in you, somewhat. DO NOT DESTROY THAT ONE PIECE OF HOPE. I don't how much I can stress and emphasize that bold statement. This is a big opportunity that will set you up for life. Let's keep that in mind and get this done!", barked Rob like a BBQ steak pit bull. "We will be robbing the United Labs... Or tech or whatever you had in mind, stupid chapter title and funny name. The security, you know what to expect. And that's why you'll need parachutes.", wolf whistled Rob.

The crew drove to the modified chopper in either a prison bus or a military convoy truck (the sky was pitch black). Rob then flew them high above the lab so as to not take damaged from the EMP. U activated the pulse and Rob shouted "Go! Go! Go!". The quiet men dived from the plane, almost to their deaths.

One survived while the other pulled the parachute too late. [Hard thud, cracking noise, pool of blood] So, the remaining man salvaged his partner's equipment and blew the control panel to the back doors of the facility. With his assault shotgun, he shot nearly every guard within the building until he finally reached his destination (whilst bearing painful shot wounds), and a scientist. He took out the confused scientist with a single, yet momentum-packed bullet right to the chest. The antisocial searched the corpse for a key card until he struck gold. A cell phone was vibrating in the scientist's lab coat. It was a message, stating that the scientist would meet him in a private room to discuss certain business. It was up to this guy to decide whether or not he should ditch the operation and visit that scientist.

He obviously took the risky way out. The man then stripped himself of a communication headset. Then, he dashed toward the given location. "Ahh! Please, don't hurt me!", yelled the scientist. It was Black, and it was he who killed his antisocial partner; Bama, by installing a sleep-induced gas into his parachute which was then triggered upon the descent of altitude; his death. "How did Black survive the horrific death back at the Atlantic?". You'll find out soon enough. But as of now, it was time to commence his "part of the plan". "Give me the prototype to the drug, NOW!", bellowed Black, hitting the scientist with a hard blow to the head using his rifle butt, thus causing a painful wound. "Ow! Why would you need it anyway? It's still in the works!", screamed the scientist, concealing his pain. "I don't think you're in a position to ask questions. So, I will ask you one... more... time. Where is it?!", roared Black, repeatedly bashing the scientist's head into a computer screen with enough force to cause it to crack into shards of glass and crackle. "O-over, t-there. I-n the vault in the n-next room!", stammered the scientist, his lip and head wound profusely bleeding. "Is that all I have to do?", calmly asked Black. "Y-yes. B-but a-authentication", replied the scientist, now barely able to talk. "Good. Now, with a man of your expertise and knowledge, I have no right to abuse you. It's just a habit of us criminals, you know?. So, I will cut my ring finger off as a thanks for your contribution. Also, do you see that bomb over there? That's right. If you don't insert this knife into your stomach within the next 15 seconds, it'll explode. Either way, you will die simply because I want to put you out of your misery", said Black, tying the scientist to the bomb but leaving his hands free. "Bye-bye!", he flashed a grin. [Muffled screams].

Black dashed to the vault door. It required identification. Luckily, he stole an I.D card from the late scientist. Black whirled the door open and retrieved the encased prototype that released large portions of sublimation.

An alarm started to blare and a computer automated voice stated that he had a minute to leave before the room exploded. Bob quickly ran to the cooling tunnel room, equipped his rebreather, jammed the fans, and dived into the water, prior to everything blasting into smithereens.

It was difficult to see due to the pollution, but he wasted no time in swimming to where he could see light. He was near an island, but had one rebreather left.

Panicking, Black reached the surface and swam toward the island. Gasping for air, he then shot 2 flares and entered a vehicle and drove to a place called Kokomo at high speeds and altitudes ("highness").