I pulled into the parking lot, looking the building up and down. I put the vehicle in park, and looked back down at the map. Yup, this was the place. I sighed as I folded the paper back up and shoved it into the glove compartment. I looked over to Jay, scratching him behind the ear.
"Ya ready, boy?" I asked him, not caring I was talking to a dog. He let out a small bark, and I unlocked the truck and hopped out, Jay following close behind. I shut the door, locking the truck afterwards. I started heading towards the warehouse, the gravel making crunching noises as I walked. Jay was sniffing the ground as he walked.
I found a door that was slightly ajar, and I pulled it open, cringing when it let out a loud 'screech'. I looked up, and guns and lasers were pointed at me. I put my hands up in defense, and Jay took a stance and growled. "Down, boy," I mumbled to him, and he lowered his head and sat down. Everybody was still looking at us.
"Who are you?!" one of them asked. I'm guessing he was new to the crew, because he clearly didn't know me. I saw Tom step up, and he blew a whistle. Everyone around him lowered their weapons, but still had them ready in case I did anything. Tom spoke up.
"Guys, he's fine. It's just Micheal." I slowly lowered my hands, hearing murmurs go around the room. Guess I was Mr. Popular around here. I rolled up my sleeves walking up to the group of people. Jay was trailing close behind, still ready to attack.
"So, Tom, I'm assuming we have some noobs, here," I stated, causing protests to be called against me. Tom shook his head, chuckling.
"I see you made it, Mike," Tom said, crossing his arms. I looked at his tattoos, noticing he had a new scar going across his right arm. I pointed to it, saying,"I guess somebody else died tragically, am I right?" Tom made a face of confusion, then looked to where I was pointing. He shook his head, motioning me to follow him. He turned around, leading me to a large table filled with guns, bombs, smoke grenades, and ballistic vests, all inside duffle bags.
"Mike, you're going to lead these men and show them the way we work around here. Last time they did this on their own, we lost five men, and we can't afford that to keep happening. So, you guys are heading over down the street to the jewelry store, and your mission is to take their most prized piece, got it?" Tom explained to me. I nodded, showing I understood.
"So, when's the action gonna happen?" I asked pointing to the bags. I saw they had stitching patterns on them, but I couldn't make out what they said.
"20 minutes. You have 15 to gear everyone up, and 5 to get there. Can you do it?" Tom said, looking at me. Twenty minutes?! We would have to hurry up then.
"Of course, and I'm guessing you aren't coming along, then?" I say, grabbing a vest off the table and tossing it to the nearest person by me, almost hitting him in the face.
Tom, nods, then walks away. I'm guessing that's a no, then. I scoff, then proceed to hand out the rest of the vests. I slip one onto myself, adjusting the straps on it. Somebody starts talking, and I look up to see who it is, and it's the dude that tried to shoot me. I raise my eyebrow at him, asking what he wants.
"Why did you bring more people, Michael," he says, motioning his head towards the back, and I hear it. There are people out there, and I know who it is.
"I didn't. Now- everyone, grab a weapon. We ain't going down without a fight."
