Making Bank

Inside Intelligence

Naomi and Fiona come rushing downstairs, followed by Charlie, whose paws scratch against the stairs all the way down. Naomi pulls out a her handgun and points it at Alex. Fiona draws her broadsword and readies it for a brutal lunge attack.

"What happened to Lamar?" Naomi asks aggressively, waving her gun around.

"I wouldn't let him shoot Juno," Alex replies. "I figured we could-"

"Juno? You know the Pacifist piece of shit?"

"Yes, and he's an old friend. I figured we could use him as a sort of inside man. We have him tell us vital information about the Pacifists, that way we'll have the upper hand."

"There's already so much I can tell you," Juno adds.

"Like what?" Naomi asks, lowering her weapon. Fiona sheathes her sword.

"You know that bank off of 66th? Bank United? The Pacifists have a large crew of about 10 infiltrating it all at once. Omega is going to be there, along with his right-hand man."

"And when is this taking place?"

"Tonight. 6:00. Just as the bank is going to close."

"Shit. We need to tell Lamar," Naomi rushes upstairs, dragging Fiona behind her. Alex unties Juno.

"We're going to see my friend, Clarence.  He'll have a weapon for you. We'll need his help for this." Alex and Juno take Charlie and head towards Clarence's house.

On the way, they run into Fiona. 

"What's going on, where's Naomi?" Alex asks her.

"She's inside this house. Blake and Lamar are in there too. It looks like he's going to pull through," Fiona says.

"Thanks," Alex walks into the house and hears voices coming from the basement. He make his way down with Juno and finds Lamar lying on a table. Blood stains almost every square inch of carpet around the table, some old, some fresh. Lamar has a large bandage on his abdomen, and is passed out. A man looks over to Alex and Juno, immediately pulling out a handgun.

"Don't shoot!" Naomi yells, hitting his arm. "This is Alex, and our prisoner."

"The one that shot my patient?" the man asks, putting his weapon away.

"Yes, he didn't mean to, right, Blake?"

"This is true," Blake says, nodding his head. The man walks up to Alex. He's wearing a white doctor coat with medical equipment filling the pockets. He's a middle aged white man with clear signs of aging. He extends his hand to Alex.

"I'm Doc, pleasure to meet you," he says. Alex shakes his hand. "Your friend will be okay, but he probably shouldn't perform any strenuous activity for a couple of weeks."

"That's going to be a problem," Alex says, "because we need him, and everyone, in about 8 hours. The Pacifists are going to hold up the Bank United, and Omega is going to be there, along with a very powerful member of the Pacifists. We can't miss this opportunity."

"I'm afraid that's just too dangerous," Doc says. "He could easily reopen the wound and cause irreversible damage."

"This sounds like something Lamar wouldn't worry about," Naomi says. "Especially if presented with the opportunity to take down two major members of the Pacifists."

"I-" Lamar barely lets a sound escape as he sits up, wincing in pain from the sudden movement. "I'm in. Let's do this."

"I was heading over to Clarence's house to get some weapons and maybe an extra hand if he knows anybody," Alex says.

"Sounds like a plan. Thanks for the help, Doc. Good lookin' out."

"Just be careful, Lamar," Doc says.

"You know me, Doc."