[center]Dublin, Ireland[/center]

Sorichiro and the guys landed silently. "Ok lads, up here! Th vent leads directly to the stash. Chris, Will! When we get there, turn right. The security room is there." The guys pulled themselves up via chinks in the metal of the wall. By the time they reached the vents, Ted and Chris had several cuts on their hands and Xaivier was pretty tired. "Can't we just rest Sor?" Asked Xavier. Sorichiro shook his head wildly. "No, you can rest when we're finnished. Or would you liked to be drugged with my VX? I thought not." He crochet down in the air vents and becconed to the rest. "See that little spot of light? That's where we need to be. Onwards!" They crawled thoight the vents, until Sorichiro reached the end. He turned around and he whispered. "Lionel, pass the screwdrivers." He reached for two screwdrivers and quite easily took of the filter on the vents. He dropped down followed by the others. "Ok gents. Go about your orders. Oh, and when we recovine. We need to visit there little den. Let's go!"

Sorichiro and Ted looked at each other and smiled. They were tried and true friends and one of the best teams ever to grace the White tigers. "Ok, Ted. We bolt in three. One, two, three, bolt!" They jumped up and ran out of the room, and through a seris of corridors, seeming vacant. "Up here!" Ted whispered. They ascended some stairs until they reach the top of the turret. "Uh-oh! Ted, looked at those two. You take the one on the right." He drew a small pen-knife from his pocket, and tapped the guy on the left's shoulder. The man grunted at the guy with the glasses, and reached for his collar. Sorichiro quickly dodged out of the way kicking the man in the back. As the man stumbled to the ground he stabbed him twice in the jugular. "How ya doing Ted?" He asked. Ted had stabbed the man in the back without creating a scuffle. Classic Ted. For the next 15 minuets they were hiding in the turret, shooting any gang members with silenced sniper rifles, until the others came up. "What took you so long?"

They descended the staircases, and crept up to a large room, where four men where smoking, and playing roulette. The slammed the door open and Will yelled "Drop everything! We have you cornered!" One of the men reached behind him for a gun, and Chris fired his gun at him. It hit his hand. The man who had been shot raised his mangled hand and yelled. "Get them!" Sorichiro directed his gang towards a sofa. They flipped it over and hid behind it, shooting. Sorichiro and Lionel charged at the men. Sorichiro was shot in the arm. He used his gun to smack one of them in the face, before strangling him with his bare hands. Lionel had puched one over then shot him in the chest. The remaining man whimpered and said. "Fine take this land. But let me go please!" Sorichiro twisted the mans arm behind his back and said. "Ok then. But first, let's make sure you don't go anywhere." He matched the mad outside before using a rope to tie his hands around a lamppost. "Stay there!" He said mockingly.

In a short while the men where back in their base. "I should be going now. See you gents later." He left clutching his arm, and returned to the underground. He walked into the Underground, his white shirt stand with blood, holinding left wounded arm. He sat down by the fire.