Stuck Between Two [Completed]

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Bullet after bullet, explosion after explosion, death after death, blood soared through the air. It was once an area for partying and alcohol, but it was now a seen out of a nightmare. Blood splatters coloured the walls, tables, chairs and floor. The tables were flipped, chairs broken, alcohol glasses smashed all across the floor and mixing with the fresh blood. A single scream rang out before all became silent with one last gunshot...

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'Last night a local club has been shot up. Police say it was the activity of a mafia, but no one can be certain. What they are certain about was that this was a planned massacre that was set to leave some sort of message to the public. However, we are unable to determine the underlying tones that this massacre is suppose to produce. Though th-'

Soaring through the air, a remote collided with the screen and shattered it, glass flying everywhere. "Haha! Man, those guys are hilarious to watch. Every time they try to pinpoint a message or whatever. They couldn't be more wrong!" A boisterous blond man laughed hysterically as he banged his fist on the kitchen table. "Man! Is the boss watching this shit? 'Cause it's just great!"

"Get ahold of yourself, Monoma. And I'm sure the boss is seeing this. He has always like to watch what you guys do," a red head walked over and slapped the back of the now dubbed Monoma's neck. "Anyway, you need to tone down your sadistic side a bit. I don't think the boss would like walking in to that."

Monoma scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout. "Well he hasn't been in for awhile now. So what's to it, Kendou? I can do as I please!" He triumphantly stood up, placing a hand to his chest as the other fell to his side. "This is my world! We will rule it together! However we please! In this world, we'll make everyone cower under our power and we'll stretch our power across the rest of the world!" He let out a boisterous laugh, not hearing the sigh that left Kendou as she turned and left the room, already done with Monoma. The blond just continued to laugh maniacally, ignoring the spazzes if electricity that sparked from the broken TV. 'If this all goes according to plan, we will rule this world and more. There's no way in hell we will fuck this up. Everything is golden.'

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"Hey man! You doing good?" Kirishima asked as he welcomed Katsuki back to their base. Once he received a nod, he went on. "We've started enacting the plan, and we've calculated the chances of success. It's around 75%, but we can increase the chances by taking out some more members before the raid. Otherwise, we may just lose a lot of our men. What do you say?"

"We'll stick with the plan. 75 is better odds then we've had in the past, that's for sure. Send some guys out to scout around. We want this to be as precise as possible. And get that icyhot bastard on the line. We need to have a quick chat before we begin," Katsuki snapped his fingers together, watching Kirishima bow and leave. He turned to his office doors and pushed them open, announcing his entrance to those who stood idly inside. "Get moving. We've got a plan to begin. We can't waste any time."

"Roger that, sir!" His guards saluted and hastily walked out, the doors closing behind them.

Katsuki walked forward to his desk, sitting down in his swivel chair and opening the desk's top drawer. "It's about time I use this thing," he muttered, pulling out a bullet with a sharp, needle like end. "This bastard is going down tonight. I'll make sure of it."

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"Boss! Bakugou is ready to go. We have everything prepared and organised. We're just waiting for your order,"Momo briskly walked up to Shouto's side, clipboard and pen in her hands as she rapidly wrote down somethings. "If my calculations are correct, this mission should end in our success. Is there anything you'd like done before we start this raid?"

Shouto merely shook his head in response. "There's no need for any last minute preparations. We have everything we need for this. Tell the others to get ready, and send out our patrol team. We'll meet up with Bakugou and go over the plan one last time. Other then that, we're all prepared," Momo nodded, bowing slightly before taking off, her voice echoing down the hallway as she called in the patrol team. Shouto headed up to his office and opened the doors, walking over to a wall and pressing a secret button that flipped the wall around, revealing an array of silver tinted guns. He grabbed a pistol and hoisted it on his belt, taking a rifle and strapping it to his back. "I should take a combat knife too, just incase. Can't let this mission go south by dying by some lowlife. That should be all I need," he let out a short sigh, flipping the wall back around. "Let's do this."

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"Sir! We've gotten word of an enemy attack by two major mafia's tonight. What should we do?" Shinsou turned in the direction of the voice, blood boiling under his skin at those words.

"Send out teams A, C and D. Teams B and F are to relocate and set up elsewhere. Teams E and G are to stay here and defend. Everyone else is to split up and join each team and set up defence around our base's parameters. Let no man enter this building and defend, even at the cost of your own lives. If they take us down now, we lose everything. So head out. We're not losing today," the orders left the purplenette's mouth, his subordinate saluting before running off. "Well shit. I thought they'd hold off for a while longer. Dammit. Guess I'll have to make do with what I have. Oh well. If they want to die, they'll die."

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"Hey Boss. You know what you're doing?"

"Of course. I can't fail now when we're already in phase 3 of our plan. Are you all in your set locations?" A figure clad in black and covered in guns and blades sat crouched on top of a tall building, overlooking the sight where the raid between three mafia's is about to take place.

"Yep! All's good here! We're ready for anything. Kendou's on sniper again. Our scouts haven't reported anything amiss yet. So far, everything's quiet and still. You sure this is happening tonight."

"I'm quite sure. Have I been wrong before?" A response of "never" made the figure smirk. "Exactly. Keep visuals on the place. It'll start soon enough."