Dedication

The Boston Four

A distorted voice calmly answered the phone. "So... you got my package?" It had a menacing yet peaceful trace to it and was almost soothing.

Jace and Lucas were startled and almost jumped off the roof when the man on the other line knew exactly what they were contacting for. It was like a jumpstart to their fight-or-flight system. "Yeah! Thanks for the stuff, we've never used this high tech gear befor-" just as Jace was about to finish, the man cut him off, "There's plenty more back at base. I'll send you the location. Keep in touch." With that, the call ended. Lucas and Jace looked at each other in silence. "W-Was that really it? Nice guy, I guess." Just as Lucas finished his sentence, a "ding!" noise was heard from Jace's phone. It was the location of their new safehouse.

Two months later

"C'mon Lucas, 'afraid I'm gonna' get more kills than you?" Jace tried to lightly punch his friend on the arm. "Argh! What the- dude? What is that?!" his hand hit something tough and made out of metal before he slipped into his Tier III-A Frontline armour. "Aegis armour. Probably the best armour out there, if I am to say," Lucas nudged him back and began attaching a Mini Sight onto his S97. "Man, who uses Iron Sights? They're just garbage. No use for them at all," one of his fellow heisters, Greyson Silvester, looked up at the complaining Lucas, "You gotta get used to 'em, you 'know. 'Had to use those things for two years before I joined this 'do-group'." 

Greyson was a master infiltrator, better than Lucas in his words. If there was something that had to be done quietly, then it was his turn to go onto the field. Greyson was polishing his beloved MM20. He was crazy about it. Alex, the last member of the new Boston Four, looked at him, then sighed. He then turned to Jace and said, "Kid's crazy for that gun. He'd kill all of you if the lightest scratch got onto it." Alex was the juggernaut of the group. His lifestyle was all about explosions, gunfire, SWAT raids, etc. When Alex joined the group, the first thing he told all of them was, "Listen up here. I am not one to do quiet jobs. I'll be needed when I'm needed, otherwise, I won't help."

Jace, the ringleader of the group, got a notification from his phone. It was from the contact "Boss". He got up, CH-A on back, F57 in arms, and said, "A'ight! Listen up, ladies! Once we get in, we'll have a 3-minute window before the SWAT arrive into the bank. In that time, we need to get the vault open and secure as much cash as possible. Understood?" His men nodded, then he continued, "Our escape path is the manhole line underneath because our pilot's been... decommissioned." They all lowered their heads for a brief moment. Their pilot was one of the best, and they respected him like how he respected them, "It was in Alaska, some group called 'Halcyon' wanted him to extract these guys from a military black site or something. Mission didn't go as planned, got shot down before he could even reach the helipad." 

"Anyway, Boss says this'll be our biggest mission yet, and after that, we can all go back to our normal lives. Maybe start a family, be a criminal underworld boss, whatever you want, you can do it. So men! Let's give the Cincinnati Trust one hella' show!"