Breaking and entering.

As you step past the curtain you see a group of 4 people sitting around a small round table with a single chair open, apparently for you. You take stock of the people there as you pull back the chair and have a seat.

To your left is a massive slab of meat and muscle that you are pretty sure is human but easily 7’ tall and 350lbs or more. He has Nordic features, a shaved head, and a bit of stubble for a beard. He is built like one of those strongest man competition winners that has a wide barrel chest, stomach, and arms and legs like tree trunks. He is wearing a pair of black and green camouflage pants, black combat boots, a white sleeveless shirt, and an obviously armored camouflage jacket that matches his pants. He has a shoulder holster with a massive cannon tucked in that you can’t quite make out the type or caliber. At his waist is an odd long barreled pistol that seems to be a single shot breach loaded weapon that most likely fires some kind of rifle bullet.

Next to him but sitting a bit farther away putting him basically across from you, is another human. He is much smaller with the build of a gymnast. He has neat cut dark brown hair, blue eyes, handsome features, and appears to stand right about 6’ tall but under 180lbs. He is wearing a pair of running shoes, loose fitting blue lace top sport pants, light blue t-shirt, and a dark blue windbreaker you assume is armored but is thin enough that it might not be. He has a pair of crossed black handled katanas. Similarly strapped to each thigh is a matching pistol you instantly recognize as a Sigma 4100, it is a 10mm semi-auto weapon with a 15 round clip that fires in short 3 shot bursts with very little recoil.

Seated to his left, and so close they could hold hands is a sexy little female human you would place at 18 years old. She appears to stand under 5’3” tall and with her slight build you would place her just under 100lbs. She has bright blue and red hair apparently made of optic threads as each end glows slightly and shifts color as you watch. She has the pale skin of someone that never sees sunlight. Her lips and nails are all colored a deep blue, as is her eye shadow. She is wearing a pair of knee high black boots with solid 4” heels across the entire base, a black pleated skirt that falls to her mid thighs, a white t-shirt with a British flag in the chest and fuck you in red letters on the back, and black fingerless gloves. The only weapon you see on her is a pistol in a holster on her hip. You look over the gun and realize it is a matte black .44 magnum revolver with simple black rubber grips.

The final person at the table you guess is the one doing the hiring. His chair is situated a bit farther from you and the other girl than the other guests to each other. He is of average height and build wearing a very expensive tailored suit. He has black hair combed back and wears a pair of black shades. You can see the distinctive bump of a pistol under his jacket but you have no idea what kind it is. As you sit down he speaks, “I see we are all here finally.” He glances at you before continuing, “Well why don’t we start by all introducing ourselves. My name is Mr. Johnson.”

You decide to get the ball rolling and smile, “The name is Bambi. Nice to meet all of you.”

They apparently see this as a sign to go clockwise around the table and the big guy next to you speaks next, “Anvil.” He pokes himself in the chest with his thumb as he says his name in a thick accent you don’t quite recognize.

“I am still not sure why the rest of you are here as I usually work alone, but they call me Whirlwind and as long as the rest of you stay out of my way we this should be a snap.”

The girl is next, she tilts her chair back putting her foot against the base of the table and chimes up right as he finishes speaking. With a bit of a British accent she chimes in, “They call me Jack but I got no idea why.” She lets out a cute but almost stupid sounding snort of a laugh and her gum pops out of her mouth but she snatches it out of the air with her slender little fingers and deftly sticks it back in without missing a beat chomping away.

“Good, now that we all know each other we can get down to business. The four of you will need to divide into two groups of two and each hit a small business office simultaneously. The company in question uses a national agency for security but keeps very little on site. If an alarm is tripped they lock down all offices to prevent any further damage, this is why you must go at the same time, when their computer is breached in either location it will automatically trigger the alarm giving you each only 12 minutes to complete your task and get out.” He pulls out a pair of what look like standard blue and white flash drives. “All you have to do is plug these into the main computers located within their office buildings. They keep these computers disconnected from the net to keep them safe from hackers so you will need to get them inside. We have already done some recon with a team of lower paid operatives and have saved only the final operation for experts such as yourselves. You all go in at precisely 1 am. After the run you will all need to disappear till tomorrow night when you will bring the items back here.” He lets this sink in for a few minutes before adding, “The addresses, photos, and video of the buildings are in these folders.” He tosses two plain envelopes on the table, “Any questions?”

Anvil chimes up, “Yeah you never said how much we are getting paid.”

“Sorry I assumed you had already been told that by your fixers. The agreed on deal was for $30k each upon delivery tomorrow night.”

“Yeah? Right I guess he did say that.”

“Good, if that is all.” He looks at each of you, “Ok then, all there is left is for all of you to split into two pairs and head out, you have just under three hours to get to your respective locations. I leave the decision of how to organize up to you. Good luck.” With that he stands up and walks out of the bar.