Hue

three - amos

"In public, we smile. In private, we cry silently."

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The gang pulled up to the large concrete building and parked their two black vans. They piled out, all of them wearing something to conceal their identity at least somewhat. Well, everyone except Rocket, that is. Trix noticed and dug through her bag to grab him a pair of sunglasses. She offered them to him with a grin and said, "Here. A pair of sunglasses is the best disguise you could ask for."

"Really? What would a pair of glasses cover?" Eli scoffed.

Trix stuck her tongue out at him and retorted, "Clearly, you've never heard of Superman."

Rocket looked at her and reluctantly took the sunglasses. Rocket wasn't really a fan of the fact that they had to wear something to cover their face, but a pair of sunglasses would hardly cover anything anyway. Really, he only took the sunglasses to get the two shut up, though.

"Thanks," He muttered begrudgingly to Trix, sliding the sunglasses on before turning to face the group.

The early morning sun was behind them as Rocket addressed the group and it made his red hair look like it was on fire. The sunglasses would do nothing to hide who he was. With his flaming red hair and reputation, Rocket would be easy to spot and be arrested for his crimes. But nobody dared to cross them or the people they worked for.

"You guys ready? Everyone remember their part?" Rocket asked, double checking so everything would run as smoothly as possible.

"Course, boss," Eli snorted. "It's not like we haven't done this before."

"I'm heading in now," Molly announced, her sharp blue eyes closing. When she opened them, they were softened and wide. Her hands were covered in her white gloves to hide the brass knuckles and folded demurely. She was a picture of innocence, looking like a scared, angelic little girl.

They all watched as she spoke with the guards, quickly gaining their sympathy as she made up some sob story. Molly didn't wear a hood or bandana, but she didn't need them. If she beat up the guards, they would be too embarrassed to give anyone her description. Not that anyone would believe.

The guards quickly let Molly in as she made her eyes well up with tears. Tears always work, she thought to herself smugly.

Roman and Alex slipped in while the guards were distracted with helping Molly, getting into place.

Chioma and Trina then charged in together, sharing a grin. The two had agreed not to use weapons today. There were plenty of guards here, but they wouldn't be much of a challenge, they knew.

Alex and Roman provided the two cover and took out the guards that they could. Roman and Alex were excellent snipers and took out several of the guards before they got to the two girls. Once they got to Chioma and Trina, though, the two snipers couldn't do much without risking hitting one of their own.

Chioma punched the guy who was running towards her, not missing a stride as she went to the second man who was holding a gun. She grabbed his gun arm and wrestled it to the side so he was no longer pointing it at her and used her other hand to slam an undercut into his chest. Still holding his arm, Chioma grabbed his other arm and flung him to the side to address the next man, ducking his vicious straight punch.

Trina swung her fist with a grunt and missed just barely as the man leaned back, out of the way. She kept up her moment before jerking her elbow back into the throat of the man approaching her from behind.

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"They shouldn't be much longer," Rocket announced, checking the time on his phone. "Everybody pair up and get ready."