The Accidental Heist

Chapter 4

"Are you serious? Your 'stash'? Ah, don't be ridiculous, kiddo! You- Yo- AAAHahahh..." Jack bursts out into hysterics at the, so called, 'pathetic' pistols and grenades. "You sure as hell won't get far with those toys down on that shit hole of a Bandit planet!" He wipes a tear from his eyes.

"Uh, just to have you know, 1) these are Legendary Hyperion. An Invader and a Reaper. 2) Don't diss my home planet dude. And 3) Wait 'till ya see how I'll use them, sweetie." You smile as you grab each and stuff one of them down each of your boots. Not the most comfiest of places but you sure as hell won't wear them around your waist, never know what can grab it from there.

Moving on, you reach back underneath your bed and grab a belt, modified to be able to carry 5 grenades and a lot of clips of ammo and fix it onto your hips to restock it. All the while, Jack has got out of his laughing fit and have been observing your every little move. "Ready to go yet? Or will we be here for an other year, pumpkin?"

"I'm ready." You hiss as you jump up onto your feet.

"About time..." The murmur comes from him.

~~~~Time skip... Cause I can, 'K? xD~~~~~

The journey wasn't that eventful... The occasional outbursts of ideas you were used to by now as Jack's mind stormed with ideas of different ways of levelling Bandit camps with the ground, all the while you were just staring out the window, at the wast greatness of space. Of course, you were amazed at the hundreds of different ways Jack came up with but, you didn't care enough to react more to them than the occasional nod or head shake.

Now, on the surface of Pandora, looking around you and breathing in the sand and heat thick air, you realise how much you have not missed this. It's weird how Pandora doesn't actually have a sun yet your skin is already reddening and you've only been out of the ship for half an hour!

Dozens of people are running around, like headless chickens, doing safety checks and all the while Jack, in the shade of your space ship, is getting more impatient by the minute.

Suddenly, he unwraps his arms from around his chest and grabs two flasks full of water as he makes his way to the centre of the little settlement taking shape around you.

"Alright. Listen up, people!" He shouts and the whole of the chatter and running around stops, as everyone pays attention to him. "No need to settle down. Only me and (y/n) are staying here." He points at you while saying your name. He then, proceeds to give you one of the flasks. "The rest of you may go back to Helios. I don't even know why you came in the first place!" He laughs. "Anyway, if we need help, which we probably won't, (y/n) has an ECHO, we can call up for help!" He lifts your cybernetic arm up to hammer in the point more. "Bye!" He exclaims as he turns on his heels.

You decide to follow, of course, leaving the others dumbfounded, behind. You know where you're going, so does Jack, you've looked at the map in more detail on the way here.

"So... The first marker on the map shouldn't be that far from here..." You decide to bring up the blue hologram anyway, just in case. "It should be just up ahead, over this sand dune."

Without any acknowledgement of what you've just said, Jack keeps on going ahead, climbing up the small incline that you two are just coming up to.

"Jack?" You call out his name as the incline slowly levels off, signalling the top of the hill.

"Shh..." Is all you get from him. "Shut up, we don't want to grab their attention now, do we? Anyway, at least this gives us a chance to see just how good your aim is-"

"I'm not good at long range. Well, not with repeaters, anyway..." Your statement has earned an unsatisfied grunt from the older man and he reached for the repeater in your hand.

In front of you, at the bottom of the hill you're towering over, there's a smaller Bandit camp, buzzing with crude looking people, Bandits, almost invitingly idling around, as if there isn't an impending doom above their heads.

"Let me show you how it's done then..." He mutters as he aims down at a smaller group of Bandits, gathered in the centre of the busy camp. His tongue slightly sticks out from the corner of his mouth in concentration. Cute... The thought flashed through your mind, to which you just answer with a physical head shake.

A shot thunders out, and then an other one, a third one and a fourth one, leading to four people falling limply to the dusty ground below their feet. The rest of the camp explodes in battle cries as they franticly search for the source of the shots. Little did they know, the threat was already halfway to their front door.