End Of Heartache (OC x Canon)

Where The Chips Fall

Following another meeting with Obata, Damion met with Earl at his apartment. Earl was in the middle of a competitive game of Rocket League with Zoe, "Earl...Zoe, I need your help...I can't tell you both what it is, y'all can never ask me about it later and we might kill some people." Damion said bluntly.

Earl's eyes widened his thumbs momentarily still on the controller. "Zoe...mute this, we got business."

Zoe rolled her eyes, but couldn't resist a smile as she muted her headset. "Alright, what's so important that you need to break up a game of Rocket League?" She inquired, her posture straight and alert.

Damion's blunt words instantly set her on edge, her gaze flickering between her two friends. "What's going on, Damion?" Zoe asked, concern filling her voice, as she set her controller down, her fingers tapping against the surface of the coffee table.

She knew that they were in for something serious, and she wouldn't hesitate to stand by her friends, no matter the cost. Zoe waited in silence, her mind working furiously to decipher the gravity of the situation, her gaze shifting from Earl to Damion, waiting for him to continue.

The atmosphere in the room shifted, thick with tension and the weight of unspoken secrets. Zoe knew that whatever was about to be revealed, they were in for another battle against the darkness that threatened to consume them. And as always, she would be there with bated breath, ready to face the storm.

"Obata's bar...we're gonna burn it all down. Thomas already hooked us up with a modified Ford Excursion and some Famas G2s." He walked them down to the black SUV parked in the alley. The Ford had a heavy-duty brush guard installed as well as a three-inch lift.

"YES! Finally!" Earl exclaimed, "Your balls finally dropped!"

Zoe's initial reaction was surprise, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Burning Obata's bar was a bold move, a declaration of war. She took a moment to process the information and gather her thoughts.

"We're making a statement, Damion. We're not just taking him down; we're destroying his entire network, every last connection," Zoe said, her voice resolute. "But we need to be prepared. This won't be easy."

She surveyed the Excursion, her eyes scanning the brush guard and the lift, her fingers tracing the lines of the front fender as she spoke. "We'll need to plan this right, Damion. We can't underestimate Obata. We've fought him before, and we know how cunning and ruthless he is."

Zoe turned to her friends, her expression fierce. "We'll need to disable their security systems, take out their men, and ensure we have a clear line of sight to the main building. We can't let him escape or retaliate. This is our chance to end this once and for all."

She motioned towards the Famas G2s in the back. "With these, we'll have enough firepower to take down any opposition. We'll need to coordinate our entry and exit points, making sure we cover each other's backs. We're going to make a firestorm, but we've got to make it look like an accident. We can't leave any evidence leading back to us."

Zoe's eyes met Earl's, then Damion's, her stare unwavering. "Are you both ready for this? This is the endgame, burning down the house that Obata built. If we do this, there's no going back."

As the gravity of the situation sank in, the trio stood united, the flames of their determination flickering in the night. They had faced darkness before, and they would not falter now. Zoe's heart pounded in her chest, driven by the need to protect her friends, her family, and the life they had built. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, and with each passing moment, they steeled themselves for the oncoming assault on Obata's empire.