The Grand Heist -(DED)

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Fri Dec 06, 2013 9:48 pm

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DarknecrosisX says...

The Global Business Finance Depository, the biggest economic complex in the world, sits on a fortune of over 200 billion dollars. It is the dream of every professional thief to steal from this impressive structure and set themselves up for life, but never had such a feat ever been successful. And then along came the group known only as the Billion-Dollar Bounties, named so for the price on their heads after the Grand Heist that brought the world economy to its knees. This is the story of the team that proved that the GBFD was not impenetrable, and became arguably the greatest criminals in history. But not from the bitter view of those that were stolen from, but in the eyes of the Bounties, whose motives ranged from saving a loved one’s life, to showing a right to belong in the criminal hall of fame.

This is the true story of the Grand Heist.

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"I'm sure you're aware that all of this business is of the utmost importance, so any questions or confirmations should be sent to me as soon as possible. The faster we're all ready, the quicker we can all be in our million-dollar mansions sipping scotch. No one else can know about this, and if this gets taken to the cops, I'll end you- I have my ways.

Yours faithfully
Adrian Carmine"

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Laments of passion
Obstructed by fear.
Under guises of jovial chatter;
Incredulous hopes
Steadily feasting away-
Eating away at my heart.

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Mon Dec 09, 2013 3:18 pm

ajruby12 says...

Is it possible for me to create a character here?

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Tue Dec 10, 2013 9:36 pm

DarknecrosisX says...

Sure, what position would you like?

Laments of passion
Obstructed by fear.
Under guises of jovial chatter;
Incredulous hopes
Steadily feasting away-
Eating away at my heart.

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Sun Dec 15, 2013 2:26 am

ajruby12 says...

Professional and the EOS?

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Sun Dec 15, 2013 10:04 am

DarknecrosisX says...

Reserved for you.

Laments of passion
Obstructed by fear.
Under guises of jovial chatter;
Incredulous hopes
Steadily feasting away-
Eating away at my heart.

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Sat Dec 21, 2013 4:15 am

ajruby12 says...

I will get my enrollment completed as soon as I can tomorrow.

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Thu Dec 26, 2013 8:36 am

Kanome says...

Hello.
I was wondering if I could have the pilot position?

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Wed Jan 22, 2014 8:25 pm

DarknecrosisX says...

Adrian Carmine

I sat back in the rugged armchair, sipping my whiskey from the bottle as I waited for the crew to show up. All but two of the men and women I appealed to had not confirmed their interest in the operation, and I wondered whether it was necessary to be rid of them, just in case they thought it would be wise to let the authorities know of my little 'venture'. It wouldn't, but not everybody retained the same degree of common sense that I did. I stood up carefully, left the small office, and began to walk around the bland grey warehouse that I had rented out for my personal use. The place could accommodate all the equipment I needed, and it was in the run-down Bronx area too, giving the operation more privacy than if it were situated right in the centre of NY.

I drifted into a daydream, imagining all of the set-up finished and the crew ready to carry out the finale. This would be where it all started, no matter how dull and dingy it seemed in this light. In fact, when you thought about it, it actually cleverly reflected the tone of the operation's sentiment- at first disorganised, dim and practically non-existent. When it was all over, I could never drive past this old workshop without admiring its beauty for being a part of the monumental success that it would birth- even if very few others knew about its involvement.

I snapped out of this daydream when I heard the intercom ring out, loud static followed. I walked over to it, pushed in the button, and spoke.
"Who is this?"

Laments of passion
Obstructed by fear.
Under guises of jovial chatter;
Incredulous hopes
Steadily feasting away-
Eating away at my heart.

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Wed Jan 29, 2014 10:59 pm

DarknecrosisX says...

Amica Kutscher

"It is me, Ami," I replied to who I assumed was Adrian- the man that had contacted me a few weeks before. The Carmine Crocodile had quite the reputation, even in Florida, way down the east coast, so I was quick to express my willingness to work with him following the subtle threat at the end of the letter I had received. I heard a few footsteps on the concrete inside the warehouse, before a sharp buzzing sound and a click alerted me to the door opening. In the frame stood a man with a grizzled face, dressed in an ash-grey suit with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his left hand.

"Ah, of course, our driver. Please come in Amica, I have heard much about you," he said with a half-smile. Clearly the man was one of business, and had little enthusiasm to show to his new acquaintances.
He took me through the large, dim building that stood at 20 metres tall, and had a wide area of 5000 square feet. I couldn't help but think that the structure was a bit too large for the operation, but maybe Adrian had plans set out that I had no idea of. It seemed like I was the first one to arrive, since nobody else seemed to be around.

"Listen, Amica," Carmine spoke, but I swiftly interrupted him.

"Ami," I corrected him.

"Amica, Ami, tomayto, tomato, whatever," I could smell the bourbon on his breath, "point is, I know that you're not exactly a professional when it comes to getaway driving. But, it's important that you know that I have every ounce of faith that you'll be a major credit to our team."

I wasn't sure what to say in reply, I could tell that he was at least a bit inebriated. "I'll keep that in mind," I smiled in reply, before asking if there was anything to drink that wasn't alcoholic laying about. He pointed to a bottle of cola sitting on the counter in the office. After pouring myself a glass, the intercom fuzzed and beeped, and Adrian walked across to answer it.

"Hello?" We both heard from the other side.

Laments of passion
Obstructed by fear.
Under guises of jovial chatter;
Incredulous hopes
Steadily feasting away-
Eating away at my heart.

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Wed Jan 29, 2014 11:20 pm

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Kiara Sandoval

I didn't want to ring the doorbell. I didn't think anyone else had arrived, and I didn't want to be the first. However, I also didn't want to be last, and there was always the chance that everyone else was already inside and I was standing in the hallway like an idiot. I clenched my fists and walked up to the doorbell, but then dropped my hand again quickly as I heard footsteps. I dove back into the shadow and watched another girl ring the doorbell and walk in as the leader held open the door. I considered slipping in behind her, but I didn't move fast enough and my chance disappeared.

Finally I forced myself to stand up, and I hit the doorbell and jumped at the noise. "Hello?" I said quietly. The door opened and I took a deep breath. "My name is Kiara Sandoval. I want to work with you." I knew that I sounded stupid, and I felt so young, too. "Can I come in?" I asked as brusquely as I could, hoping that I sounded intimidating instead of stupid.

"Fine," the man said, walking back into the room with a bottle in his hand. I thought of my father drinking himself senseless with his friends on every holiday and crinkled my nose in disgust. Still trying to act tough, I walked over to a chair in the corner of the room and sat down without speaking to the other two people in the room. I was furious to see that I was in fact only the second to arrive. Hubieras esperado, mensa. I criticized myself silently for not waiting, and hoping that soon enough people would arrive so that I could become invisible again.

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Thu Jan 30, 2014 12:22 pm

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Carbrillious Moudane

I leaned back and molded my back to the wall in the shadowed alley I had chosen to wait and watch for others in the party to arrive, I wanted to be the first of the middle comers. I watched as a brownish skinned girl hesitated and was beaten to the first arrival by another, a German girl, by my reckoning. I smirked as the first girl tried to wriggle her way in behind the German, and failed.
I twisted my back and bounced from the wall. I sauntered on wobbly feet to the derelict door. I jammed my hands down my jean pockets and began whistling a tune. Upon reaching the door, I used my forehead to ram the doorbell’s button. It was an electric bell, after all. I yawned at the clamour it made.
Footsteps rumble to the door, and it creaked open. A man stares out at me, eyes slightly reddened. I cocked my head to the left, letting my hair tickle my shoulders. He raises an eyebrow. Deliberately, I pulled a letter from my right pocket and held it up for his inspection.
His eyes lit up with recognition, and he motioned me in with a welcoming gesture. I paced into a tall warehouse and straightened my head, scanning it. I nodded in approval. This would do.
“So, Carbs, any drinks?” The man who had let me in waved his arms about in a question. I nodded absently and crossed over to inspect the two rookies who had come before me. I rocked my heads sideways as I considered them. They looked disconcerted. I grinned widely and turned back to Carmine, at least, that’s what I deduced. He was just straightening up from a chest, a bottle of vodka in his left hand. Uncorking it, he spun it towards me.
I caught the bottle with a fluid upward motion of my hand, and foam dribbled over my palms. I took an extended swipe at the bottle and licked off my palms. Smacking my lips, I smiled crookedly and said aloud. “Yes, this would do.”

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Thu Jan 30, 2014 8:37 pm

birk says...

Cillian Mears

It had passed midday now, and it was almost three hours since I left my home in Montauk. As I was packing some equipment, I decided against the Long Island Railroad and rather got in my Acura TL. I loved driving by the seaside and despite being due for an important meeting; I had allowed myself small detours off the highway to stay within view of the reaching ocean.

As I drive through the suburbs of Bensonhurst, I stuff my hand down the messenger bag lying in the passenger seat next to me and shuffle through several smartphones before grabbing a specific one. Taking advantage of the red light I’m currently stuck behind, I begin fiddling with it, finally producing what couldn’t really be described as a phone call, but rather a shorter ranged communications call.

As the signal goes through, the music playing in my car automatically mutes.

“Who is this?” A gruff, rugged voice demands at the other end.

“It’s me, Carmine.” I quickly reply as I turn a corner.

I hear a door open on the other end, and the voice becomes audibly annoyed.

“Mears, where the fuck are you? There’s no one outside.” He ends with a low sigh.

“I’m not there yet. Did you know that your intercom is connected to your wireless net by Bluetooth?” Another red light I need to break for.

“Right, that’s interesting. And why did you hack it? Did I hire you to hack intercoms?” The door slams.

When I met him last month, he was much calmer than this. Maybe I took his reputation too lightly.

“Well, you did hire me to hack. Anyhow, I’m just around the corner and I need someone to carry this equipment.” I pull into a smaller side street.

“Fine, the doors open and they’re ready. Just get here, we’re still waiting for some others as well.” The connection ends. I can only suppose he pulled the cord.

About four minutes later I pull into the parking lot, pulling up close to the warehouse, as I eye the open door.

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Thu Jan 30, 2014 9:18 pm

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Adrian Carmine

I heard Cillian's car pull up outside the warehouse, at least I assumed it was him. A quick glance at the CCTV confirmed it, and I left the office into the hallway to greet him. I walked out of the open door to see him sat in his car- the first to have actually brought one to the loading bay of the warehouse. I walked up to the car and Mears unwound his windscreen.

"Afternoon Cillian. As luck would have it, you've pulled up at the loading bay for our little headquarters, so moving your stuff will a lot easier once we have your car inside."

"Will I have my own room? I need a bit of personal space to work my magic."

"Not a room per-se, but a decent ten cubic metres amongst some industrial shelving can be organised." He didn't quite seem to know what to say to that, until I pressed the button on remote that opened the wide hangar doors, revealing the colossal space we had at our disposal. "Go on in and park the car to the left, we'll need the right and centre of the place during the operation."

Cillian did as I asked, and I called the three that had already arrived out to assist in setting up Mears' equipment. It seemed like some pretty hi-tech stuff, which was to be expected for a computer geek like the guy, but it all looked pretty fancy, so I had no doubts that it would be more than sufficient for what our hacker intended to do.
Once we were all done moving his devices around, he turned to me and asked, "Who are we still waiting on?"

"Well," I replied, "Kiara was one of the two who didn't let me know whether she was in with us or not, but it seemed like she made up her mind." I pointed her out to Cillian- she was off trying not to interact with the rest of the group, which would need to change if we were all going to be coordinated by the time the heist came. "Which leaves our pilot- Kurre, our gunman- Henderson, our sniper- Ivy Black, and Wayland- our recon."

"What about the explosives specialist?" Carbrillious inquired.

"Rogan? He never got back to me-" A loud beep alerted me to someone else's presence at the door.

I ran over and hit the button on the intercom. "Who is this?"

"It is Emile. Open the door before I blow it open."

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Laments of passion
Obstructed by fear.
Under guises of jovial chatter;
Incredulous hopes
Steadily feasting away-
Eating away at my heart.

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Points: 2724
Reviews: 67

Thu Jan 30, 2014 9:30 pm

DarknecrosisX says...

Emile Rogan

Carmine's welcome had been far from hospitable, but when he handed me a glass of sambuca I was willing to forgive him for that. I had hoped that Adrian and the Chinese guy, Carbs I think he called himself, could handle their drink- explosives and drunkards tended not to mix well.
I was glad that there was not too many women operating within the group, I had a nervous habit of thinking about explosions when I was around them. After a bit of talk with the others, Carmine escorted all of us to the 'workshop', a room to the far right of the warehouse that seemed to have enough space for three cars, but I insisted that I would require at least half the room for work space, and our director knew better than to disagree. Amica, the driver, seemed a little unsure as to whether I deserved all that space, but she would see in time just how important my role was in the group.

About ten minutes after I had arrived, there was loud noise from the intercom, and Adrian went to go and ask who it was, but stumbled over his own feet. Amica insisted that he stop with the alcohol and returned the bourbon to the office cupboard. The man named Cilli answered the call with his phone, which was a fancy touch, and went with Carmine to welcome the newest of our band of misfits.

Laments of passion
Obstructed by fear.
Under guises of jovial chatter;
Incredulous hopes
Steadily feasting away-
Eating away at my heart.

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Fri Jan 31, 2014 9:54 pm

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Seth Micheal Henderson:

I'd parked my car in one of the abandoned, overgrown parking lots nearby; the ones with the still-functional lamps that I had been accustomed to being in for a large part of my life. Mainly to get away from my parents. They'd always been on my case about everything so these parking lots where no one looked was always a great escape. And there just happened to be one nearby.

I stepped out of my car with a cigarette drooping from my mouth. I straightened the white shirt that I decided to wear and dusted off the ash from it. I wanted myself to look presentable for the "Carmine Crocodile." I took the pistol from my back pocket and threw it back into the car before closing the door and locking it.

Walking to the warehouse, I noticed that it was strangely quiet, even for the abandoned side of town. Normally, there'd be some big thugs and gangs around. But there weren't. Maybe this Carmine character's presence scared them all away. Either way, it didn't matter. Less trouble for me.

When I arrived, I noticed a button beside the door, which I assumed to be the doorbell; strange for a warehouse. But I'm not arguing. I pressed the button and heard a chime. Moments later, I heard a voice call out to me from the other side.

"Who's there?" it asked.

"I'm here to see Adrian Carmine," I told him.

"What's your name?"

"Seth Micheal Henderson." At that, I heard the flipping of a few pages and the sound of a pencil on paper.

"Alright," the voice said. "Come on in." The door open and I walked inside. Looking to either side, I didn't see the man that let me in. Although, it was dark. He was probably hiding in the shadows, afraid that I'd shoot him if I wasn't who I said I was.

I noticed a group of people gathered at one side of the room, so I walked up to them, taking out a box of Redwood Cigarettes. "Mr. Carmine," I said as I saw him. He looked just like how he did in the papers. I glanced around at the others, holding the box out. "Smoke, anyone?"

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