Pay Day (Solo, Mission)

Feitan sighed as he slowly made his way towards the meeting place that he had been told. It was in Crocus about a mile from the target and it was a rundown little warehouse where no one would actually come looking for someone who was hiding out in there. This was the meeting place where the group was supposed to get together and form their little group. He was apparently one of four players and from the sounds of it he was the only one with any magic at hand. This would be a bit of a problem, but there was nothing for it. As he emerged he saw a big brute, and a couple of bad looking dudes, but they looked to be pretty capable men all said and done. Finding that he was the last to arrive all the men turned to look at him none of them seemed to know what to do.

WC: 156

Feitan sighed as he went to join them at the table they all seemed to be gathered around. On this table was also a set of plans for the bank they were supposed to rob. It was called Crocus First. This would be their big score and they were all set to see it done. The moment he stopped he looked to the other three in attendance “Alright. So, I take it at least one of you is going to use the drill we have to get us into the vault itself, right?” One of the two look alikes nodded his head “that’d be me. I will get you into that Vault no problem, but you’ve just gotta keep anyone from being a wise guy and causing problems. You do that I’ll get the vault door cracked easily.” Nodding his head Feitan smirked “Good, I would hate to have to rip open half a bank to get the money out.”

WC: 160

The big bruiser held up a big fat machine gun nodding his head “I’ll keep things working safe don’t you worry about that.” He said patting the gun. This made Feitan roll his eyes in irritation. His home had a bunch of thugs like these and they were always so trigger happy you might as well carry body bags with you when you went out anywhere. Still, this wasn’t his place to say and he only nodded his head once “Very good. The three of us shall keep watch over the hostages we shall be forced to take. Then our vault cracker shall do what he does best. Once we have the vault open then only you big guy shall be keeping an eye on the hostages.” He moved to pick up the bag he noticed next to the table pulling it up and smiling with a savage wicked look on his face as he picked up one of the masks “We will wear these masks at all times until this job is done and we are safely out of sight of the bank. Do I make myself clear?” All nodded and they moved out heading towards the bank.

WC: 199

They took a magic car, which Feitan was forced to empower with his own magics. This was an annoying bit of business that he needed to do, but there was no help for it. As they made their way to the bank however he was also forced to endure the need he had to hide his true identity. Sure he wore a mask, and that would be helpful, but he also wanted to change things and make himself completely unrecognizable. As he wished to take on the form of one of the many demons who gave him power. As they arrived all wearing their masks he put his hands on his hips “Time to go western.” He said in his cocky tone of voice. The minute he said that he began to form up into the shape of the demon known as ‘The Gunner’. Now that he was ready he led the way into the bank kicking open the door and firing a burst of his magical shot gun straight into the chest of one of the bank guards killing him right then “This is a hold up, hands up or die!”

WC: 192

Everyone in the bank was stunned into silence and agreement that they were terrified out of their wits end. They all stood there frozen for a good long moment, which gave Feitan and the others time to move in even faster. Feitan walked over towards one of the counters dragging the person behind it out and slamming her down onto the floor “Everyone hug the floor hands locked behind your head! Anyone who doesn’t comply will die!” one of the tellers put his hand under the counter and as soon as he did Feitan pulled out his right hand shooting him twice in the head which caused him to fall face first onto his desk. Needless to say, no one else dared to do anything but what they had been told. Feitan looked to the other four men wearing masks “Get that vault open! I want that money now we have incoming!!” the big bruiser rushed towards the vault with the drill in hand.

WC: 164

Feitan moved towards the door standing and leaning against the wall as he heard the sirens coming towards the bank. Waiting there it didn’t take him all that long to hear the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps coming towards the bank door. He slowly stood up straight and got his left hand ready licking his lips slowly in the desire to kill people. He didn’t have long to wait as five officers burst through “Freeze!!” No sooner had they actually entered the bank than Feitan’s left hand started to sing out with the shots of his bullet magic sinking the magic shots into the officers’ chests dropping all of them fairly quickly one was even lucky enough to get a double tap before Feitan sank his left hand back into his left holster. Slowly turning around and looking back at the rest of the hostages he smirked behind his mask “That’s what will happen to any and all police you think to call. The next time I hear a siren five of you will die.” He said simply with the tone of cold hatred in his voice.

WC: 187

He slowly moved over to the counter leaning against it holding his hands in his holsters. Looking back in the direction of the vault he called out “What the hell is taking so god damn long!?” The big guy was drilling into the vault as quickly as he possibly could the drill was loud as could be and Feitan had to keep an eye on the people who were shaking, crying, and surprisingly they were staying still doing exactly as he had told him to do. There would be no further heroes from this group, but he couldn’t count on the local force to rest. Walking backwards towards the sound of the drilling he repeated his question “What is taking so long?!” The brute groaned back at him “Almost through! Just a bit more!” This was not the response that Feitan wanted, but there wasn’t much of a choice in the matter he wasn’t the safe cracker.

WC: 157

Feitan knew it was only a matter of time before the missing officers didn’t report in and this would cause even more officers to show up, however, these would likely come ready for a real fight and not just the beat down that the pathetic cops before had met with. Feitan moved to face the doorway sure enough he was right and police officers burst through the door. There were five of them, and much like the ones before they were dressed as pathetically as the ones before them were. Clearly they weren’t actually expecting a real fight, but that didn’t make any difference to Feitan. With his left hand he shot out his much stronger charged shot the officers coming in so close it managed to hit two of them. They were in down in that instant, but the remaining three were still standing so Feitan simply let fire with three of his shots in his right hand before stuffing both back into his holsters “WE GOT COMPANY HURRY IT UP!” he shouted back to the working bruiser.

WC: 179

It was at this point that two swat men came bursting through the door of the bank. Feitan swore behind his mask before he stepped around the corner bringing his right hand up firing the last two shots he had into the first to enter. Charging forward the other swat officer managed to aim his gun, but didn’t have the chance to fire as Feitan pressed his glowing hands to the officer’s chest sending lightning straight through his body shocking him and dropping him down to the floor next to his partner. Skitter stepping back around the cover he heard the drill stop and a loud clunk sound throughout the room. This was the sound of the vault being opened and Feitan smirked as he dropped his transformation. Now standing ready to move he tugged at his collar the collar instead growing up and changing into a giant red scarf. The two ends of the scarf took on the form of two giant fists and no sooner had the next two swat guys come rushing inside than Feitan took care of them by wrapping his scarf hands around them slamming them into the walls and floor. Dropping their corpses to the ground he looked back at his crew in time to hear “We got the money!”

WC: 216

Sure, enough the rest of the group came running around the corner and Feitan rush them snatching two of their guns before he moved to the entrance bursting through with his scarf fists slamming the doors of the bank wide open smashing into two swat officers who were flanking the doors; the force of the blow was surely enough to kill them. The last few swat officers were still standing around however and Feitan was quick to spray the entire clips of both of the guns he had borrowed from his partners. This wasn’t the important part however, as they were hit by some of the bullets. So, Feitan took advantage of the fact that his enemies were distracted and he slammed his fists into the surviving swat members as his crew got away. Repeatedly slamming his fists into the swat members was just the way he liked to do things.

Finished, he rushed away heading towards the hideout as fast as he could. However, he quickly let his scarf hands warp forming into wings taking off into the air as fast as he could do it. Tumbling, swirling, and diving in and out of the sky heading towards the hideout. He managed to get there landing in the back of the warehouse. Rushing inside he was quick to find the others coming in and he nodded his head as they set their haul down on the table. Feitan took his share nodding quickly with a smirk “Thanks. I hope to see you never! Now, don’t get caught!” With that he let his wings fly out and he rushed away faster heading out of the warehouse and towards the home he knew flying low through the buildings until he was sure that he could not be seen. The mission done and worked out perfectly.

WC: 304