Fall Night Heist

Chapter Two

The helicopter's ladder hit the ground, letting Habató, Mortrella, and Ghost free for their mission.

It was simple.

Infiltrate into the sewers, plant bombs, and get out.

Of course, it was only simple in Ghost's mind.

He thought that the others had to senselessly over complicate it.

They wanted to run around and just bomb the town without getting caught somehow. None of them knew how, though. Their faces couldn't be detected. They each had white masks and hoodies on, with an "Anti-G" on the back.

Anyways, as they were dropped onto the field near the outskirts, an elderly couple was tearing down some decorations on a string on the front of their house.

Habató just ran to the well there. After looking at the map, the well led to the sewers. The sewers ran under the city, so if it were to be destroyed, it would just sink.

Habató, the eager one, ran to the well.

"No!" Ghost hissed. "We can't have witnesses."

"Um, actually.." Habató started. Mortrella knew he would say Ghost never told them to wait, but they did say to wait.

"They told us so." She wanted to be like Ghost one day.

"Oh okay" said Habató. He then ran up to one and punched her. She fell down.

Both the husband and Mortrella screamed at the idiotic act of Habató.

He then punched the husband, yelling "Boom bitch! Popped the sucker into sleep."

Mortrella ran up to them, took out her syringes, and injected them into the couple.

"We were supposed to do that." Said Ghost, annoyed. "Anyways, they'll be asleep for about 5 minutes. They won't remember this, and will have the faint mindset. Anyways, Habató, you're going down the well first."

"Yay! Ye-ye-ye-yey!" Habató yelled. He jumped onto the bucket, ignoring protocol, and broke it. The rope broke, and the handle for some reason. Nobody had any idea why.

He then started yelling. "Lemme out!" "This is scary!" "Shezzit!" When he yelled that, they heard splashing. They couldn't see into the well, and didn't know that he was being taken.

They'd never see him again.

After they realised that it was hopeless, and the elderly couple started grunting, they ran into the city.

"Okay, so the sewers have been blocked off. Where should we go?" Asked Mortrella, hopefully.

"Rooftops. If we can't destroy the city from below, we'll take to the next high ground. People might thing it's from terrorists." They smirked.

As two workers with paper pumpkins and wires for the roofs passed by, Ghost motioned for Mortrella to follow them.

She took out her tranquilizers and as the men walked into an alleyway.

As they turned around, startled at the masked, black-haired woman with tranquilizers, they then fell down, unconscious.

The pair then took the clothes off the men, took their keys, used their clothes as disguises, and went up to the roof of the building they were next to. It was a Bake It, so it had two floors. They had to get into the building to get to the top.

As they walked into the restaurant, they smelled the air. It felt so authentic. It was the first time a chain restaurant has ever done that to Mortrella. She grew up in a hostile environment, with the New Lenthiar War, and the only restaurants at her hometown were The Squishy Fishy, Medieval Delights, and Jungle Kabobs. All were chain restaurants and were trash.

It was nice that her sister had made a restaurant chain like this.

They went up to the main desk, a young server boy waiting there.

"Hey.. so.. umm.." Ghost started to say. They knew that if they said that, the boy might think he was more believable.

"Yes?" The boy responded in a British accent.

"Can we, like, go up to the.. uhh.. roof please?"

"Sure. Just go up the stairs and talk to Jan. She'll help you."

As they walked up the stairs to the second floor, they started to heard somebody run into the restaurant.

"The Utz's! They're dead!" A policeman yelled.

The two went up the stairs to evade any police encounters, and walked through some stairs to the outdoor eating area.

There was a fence, and some of it led to open roof space, unfenced next to the police station.

"You have the baton, right?" Asked Mortrella, realising that they could use those as ways to turn the lanterns into ziplines.

"Yes. That is why I motioned to the men." Said Ghost back, explaining why they went after the men.

They then kept on putting up lanterns, building to building. From the tiny police station to the giant casino. They put bombs on top of it, to set their Anti-Gambling act in motion.

They knew that this, this creepy night, would be one hell of a night. One that would fear Ghost down to their bones.