Werner had no words for the situation. His face was cool, the same look on it at Rosa's capture as if Atter had texted him that the sky was blue. Even so, he walked with a purpose, not wasting any time talking to officers or the like and thankfully they had the same idea towards him. Albright watched him pass and he even nodded, a small smile on his lips, to which she frowned and looked away. The state PD stayed out of their way, thankfully, and the trio entered the elevator. Werner turned to Javier, “If you have a problem with us not having a warrant, you can watch the stairwell, easier to say you didn't see anything. If not, I hope you've done this before.” Javier arrived behind the group. He was armed with a MP5 with his M1911 in plain view. He seems to lick his teeth as he viewed Albright before looking straight into the empty elevator. He got into the elevator with the group. Javier heard Werner's statement and simply looked at him with a straight face. "It's a bunch of lowlifes, it'll make a local newspaper or two maybe even state news but no one would bat a eye, I'm fine with this" Javier said. He simply nodded after saing that and bascially awaited the floor. "Good man. Starting to like you a little more." With that, the elevator's floor indicator hung on 6 and the doors whooshed open. He let the other two go ahead of him while he took one last pull off his flask. They stepped out, making their way down the hall, casting eyes to the doors that lined it until they came upon Atter and the others, taking cover in a little alcove. Werner drew his .380, press-checking to see the brass of a chambered round, and then thumbed off the safety. He took a breath, it'd been a long while since the last time he'd been kicking doors in and not training and overseeing foreign militias to do it for him while he watched from a car across the street or drone's feed. He looked at the assembled men and nodded, satisfied with the crew. “Alright, we don't have every piece of intel I'd like to have on that room. We don't know its layout or how many guys we'll be dealing with in there. Check your weapons." "Anyone coming or going?” He asked Atter. Atter's face rose from his meditative state as the elevator dinged open. The songs that had been playing were mostly from the likes of Tech Nine and some local rappers. He liked most of it. His taste for urban music had been part of him his whole life. he had even used the 'song finding' feature on his phone to pick out some new artists he would have to look up. Their industrious leader stepped free of the elevator flanked by two men. One of them he knew, the DEA guy, well, the other one. Hated those guys. Not them exactly, just the DEA as a whole. Waste of time and money. Atter brought his thumb up and ran it along the length of his jaw before answering, "No. None that I saw. Apartments here are cheap, you Americans sure do know how to build a slum." his voice in a perfect news-man American accent, making the statement seemed nonsensical. "The walls are thin and likely each room is a copy of the other apartments. If we wanted to I could get us into one of the adjacent homes. Might be able to flank them." he spoke casually, but, his eyes were full of desire to kill. They had taken something that he was just starting to enjoy, that wouldn't do. Stillman was busy fishing shotgun shells out of his pockets, a moment after he pulled out a sawn-off mossberg he'd apparently been keeping in his coat. He scrunched his eyes at Atter, "Well we got two options for flanking: We can take the fire escape, or break a wall down. They might hear the fire escape though. Metals kinda loud." He also seemed to be wearing t-shirt with the mexican flag on it, for some reason. "Werner, you got that vest I ordered?" "Tough luck, friend. Should've grabbed one 'fore you left the hotel." He chuckled at Black's comment, "Trust me, there's some places that've got us beat. Ever seen Somalia?" Black's face was still cold as he sighed and drew his Sig. He thumbed the safety off and racked a round into the chamber. "Going through the wall will be tough if we don't have any explosives. Plus, that would not be very gangsta." the spook looked to the door next to him. "Somalia was bad. Spent some time there in '91. Something about a downed helicopter." he didn't look away from the door next to him, "These guys aren't soldiers. If we move fast and hit them from the fire escape and the front door, lot's of yelling, they will most likely just give up. They don't want to die." Atter's hand tightened on his pistol, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6QGwH-DnWjA]"Too bad for them."[/url] Werner took a breath and sighed it all out, "Alright. Here's how this is going to work. Me and Black are flanking. Stillman and Javier, you've got the longest guns, so you're going through the front. Put down anyone with a weapon, lots of screaming. Violence of action, gentlemen." Werner push-checked his .380 just to be safe, "Our first objective is getting Rosa out. Second is searching for any drugs and seizing them and I want zip-ties on wrists and bag over a head on any senior gangsters. More tattoos, more tenure." With that, Werner nodded to Black and the two set off down the hall. They posted themselves at apartment 7, an ear against the door told him it was empty. He nodded to Black, gesturing for him to get to work on the lock. He raised a hand to the other two, "Once we get into this apartment, wait fourty-five seconds before you blow the hinges off your door." Black placed the front prongs of his lock gun into the door knob of the apartment and pumped the trigger. The machine gave out a few groaning creaks before the the lock popped. Black nodded and withdrew his hand from the door. They nodded and just then, Black pushed open 7's door with a hand as light as a cat's. Those damned hinges needed some oil, the door creaking open as he cringed. He heard a whispered string of curses and the sound of a door opening a crack, "Big Bone, that you? Mothafucka, I told you not to bother me when I'm with a bitch." Werner entered first, gun raised. His steps were quiet, but his silence must have spooked Mr. Gangster. The gangster opened the door the rest of the way, holding his t-shirt in a fist over his fruits. There was a split-second where he knew Mr. G was taking in the whole situation and Werner was nice enough to let him. The gangbanger let out a panicked 'shit!' and sprang for the Mac-10 on the coffee table between them before the three loud pops from Werner's handgun made Mr. G drop to the ground without any sort of ceremony. Immediately after, the girl in the room Mr. G had come from ran out, screaming and naked as the music cut off next door while the occupants yelled and cursed. The naked girl paid no attention to Werner's gun pointing at her as she ran past him, taking him by surprise. It was up to Black to handle her as he stepped forward. The apartment looked lived-in, at least. A television on a stand against the left wall, a couch on the right, flanking a coffee table covered in drugs and paraphernalia with similar messiness about the apartment. He grabbed up the machine pistol and handed it off to Black. Black was waiting on the outside of the door. He heard the shot and rolled his eyes. He hated going in when people knew he was coming. There was nothing to do about it now though. Next came the screaming naked girl. He took a step into her way, trying to subdue her by grabbing her. He was repaid with a hard elbow to the face. He rocked backward from the force and stumbled into the wall. Atter looked up, blood streaming from his nose. His eyes held murder for the split second he watched the woman run down the hall. He raised his Sig and sent a single round after her. The hollow point struck her in the back of the head. The left side of her head exploded into a splatter of brains and skull that the cleaning lady would have nightmares about. Her body pitched and landed on the hard floor with a wet thud in the hall. Black turned back around the door frame, sniffing blood up his nose. He snatched the Mac-10 from Werner and tucked his Sig into his pocket. He racked a round into the chamber. Stillman breathed in, slow deliberate breaths. He didn't like barging in, especially if it was loud. Plus, he had the sneaking suspicion someone was having sex in there. At least, you normally didn't hear that much bed creaking unless you were trying to push down an errant spring. He wondered if the other gangsters were watching. Wanting to clear out this thought, he set the small speakerbox he brought with him earlier at his feet. He plugged in a small usb, filled with mostly the discography of sparks, but also the song he was going to play, [i]Tank![/i]. He used his Apple Iphone to switch the song, then pressed "play". He shot open the door, then kicked the music playing device into the room. Several of the gangsters were startled when [i]Tanks![/i] started playing over their 2pac album. One of them panicked, lifting the tech-9 that was near his hand and firing a shot at the music box. Stillman shot him in the gut and then turned to the other gangster, who lost the upper half of his skull to a spray of wild buckshot. He was just about to shoot this naked broad that was running at him on reflex, before someone else did the favor for him. His jacket had more blood spray than he'd planned and it wasn't like he knew where to find a tailor around here, so he was pissed. He turned his gun the ghetto-blaster that was playing [i]Ambitionz Az a Rider[/i] and shot it, the machine basically exploding. By this point Stillman was getting the stress sweats, so he had to keep moving. He moved forward, shouting, "Alright, I think we came off on the wrong foot! We don't need to kill all of you, so if you could, I don't know, put your pants around your ankles and just hang tight that'd be great!" Javier moved behind Stillman as the gangsters were trying to gain their bearings from Stillman's suprise "Hold the living room Stillman" Javier said, as the three dead bodies simply laid there. Javier slowly proceeded towards the bathroom of the establishment which had a locked door. He tried to open the door but it remained lock. "DEA, open up" Javier said, keeping his back to the wall. "Shit man, I'm trying to take a fucking dump and you guys raid us at this moment? Shit there's no fucking toilet paper even what do I fucking do?" he stated. "Do I look like a give a fuck? Not my fault you finished-.." Javier began to speak as he looked around for food. "Eating fucking chinese." Javier said. "Ight ight G, fuck I'm done.." the gangster said, flushing the toilet. The Gangster slowly opened the door. As he opened the door, Javier noticed another gang member in the bath tub camping with his glock pistol. Javier attempted to move away from the side of the bathroom door towards the bookshelf before knocking over a book. "Shit G, you're made, your time is up.." The gangbanger said, peeking out casually as he awaited someone to show their head. He remained inside of the bathroom as Javier surveyed his option, looking at Stillman for a brief moment before looking back towards the bathroom he nodded to himself. Javier aimed his MP5 towards the head of the gangbanger as he peaked out, however as the gangbanger raised his weapon Javier suddenly fired his gun without focusing to much down his sights. The MP5 fired a few shots towards the upper bicep of the gangbanger has he got a few shots towards Javier's way, most of them missed but were enough to get the blood flowing in Javier's body. "FUCK! WHAT YOU DOING L-Z, GET THE FUCK OUT THERE YOU LAZY FUCK!" The gangbanger shouted, his arm bleeding profusely after the shots. L-Z the gangbanger stumbled out of the tub before firing a few shots towards Javier's last known location, he stayed in cover and refused to duck out. His plan was to try to get a feel of what the gangbanger was planning. Javier remained in cover as the gangbanger seemed to look around. Javier then raised his MP5 out of cover as the gangbanger was looking around for him. He squeezed the trigger and unloaded a few bullets to the head of L.Z. "FUCK L-Z" the gangbanger in the bathroom shouted. Javier ducked back into cover and simply awaited the gangbanger in the bathrooms movement. "Listen G listen, you got me alright” The gangbanger started saying, breathing heavily with his open gunshot wound to his arm. “Just let me fucking go, I won’t fuck around any more!” The gangbanger shouted. “We both know this ain’t how it works kid” Javier said before aiming towards the wall, firing a few shots at the wall to force the gangbanger into a reaction. The gangbanger picked up his Tec Nine and got to his feet, as the shots were fired. He replied back with a few rounds of his own. “Two can play that game pig!” the gangbanger shouted. Javier looked at the door before going back into the cover. “Time is of the essence, you either drop your weapon and cooperate with me or you get shot and become like your boy L-Z.. so what ya’ picking?” Javier asked, feeling at the moment he had the upper hand on the gangbanger, His friend shot dead, himself shot in the arm and in a fair amount of pain while his gun itself was probably low on ammo like Javier’s MP5 at the moment. There was a silence as the gangbanger seemed to think abit, letting the moment linger. He knew to himself that he’d become another casualty if he attempted to go up against Javier. The gangbanger breathed out a sigh and dropped his Tec-9 onto the ground before coming out. Yet Javier had other plans and simply aimed towards the chest of the gangbanger. He fried a few shots at the chest as he got pushed back to the wall. The gangabanger dropped to the ground slowly as blood poured out of the wounds from the bullet holes. Javier breathed a sigh of relief as the last gang banger dropped to the ground. “CLEAR!” Javier shouted, looking at the mess he created. Werner heard Stillman blasting the hinges off of apartment 6's door and their yelling right after. The loud pops and bangs of gunfire were heard as well, and he was hoping that neither of them had gone down. A gangster busted through the closet door, yelling at the top of his lungs and rushing Werner. Werner turned, catching the big gangster in his tackle and managed to sprawl his weight. He jammed the barrel of his Sig into the gangster's ear again and again while the gangster yelped along with it before putting the barrel against the back of his neck and blownig a hole through the gangster's throat. "Got a makeshift door in the closet, Black." Atter nodded down at the prone Werner. He made no attempt to help the man up, instead quickly moving over to the side of the closet, placing his back against the wall, creating a blind spot at the entrance. He took in one slow breath, holding it and fishing his folding knife from his pocket, flicking it open. Black head the foot falls running toward the secret door. It was smart to have an exit like this. These gangsters were not as green as they first seemed. A red hat clad head came ducking into the room, small pistol in hand. Black made no sound. He just thrust the blade of his knife down at the crouching man. The blade sank to the hilt in the back of the gangster's neck. His eyes widened in pain and surprise before his legs gave out. He dropped to a heap on the floor, spinal cord no longer sending any messages down to his legs. Black turned a cold gaze on his companion and cocked his toward the secret door, "Go help the boys. The old man will guard the back door. I don't have too many more of those stabs in me." as if to punctuate this he sniffed some more blood up through his broken nose. "Roger." Werner sniffed, rubbing his nose and glancing down at the gangbanger bleeding out on the floor. He ejected his mag and stuffed it back in his pocket, slipping in a new mag before stepping through the cut-out in the wall to find Stillman and Javier surrounded by bodies. "Good work. But I still wanted someone to [i]fucking interrogate.[/i]" He added, pointedly, noticing that he was stepping in someone's brains. One of the gangsters raised his hand as he nursed a leg-wound and Werner cast a frown at Stillman and Javier, showing his palm as if to say 'no, no, please don't fucking shoot him.' He turned back to the gangbanger. "You have anything to tell me?" "Why y'all Feds here, man?" The gangbanger said, seemingly to gain some closure before poetically dying. The leg held one of the most important arteries in the body, but as far as he could tell, hypertension had not set in and his slurring words could be attributed to the fact all his homies just died and he got shot. Going into shock could be forgiven. "I ask the questions, my friend. And this is where you choose whether you survive or not." Werner said, squatting down next to the gangbanger. He grimaced slightly, his ankle choosing now to start aching. "Where the fuck is she?" "Bitch, you saw the hoes duck out." He had an incredulous expression on his face. He was either playing dumb for some reason or... "Listen, either way, you're going down for assaulting a US Marshal. Just make it easy for me, alright?" Werner raised his eyebrows, patting the gangster on the face. "Where the fuck-" he smacked the gangster on his ear and his head bounced off the carpet, "-is the Marshal you nabbed?" "Listen, dawg, I don't know what the fuck you talkin' 'bout but we got the drugs in there. B-Chill's in there- Hey, B-Chill, motherfucker they got me! Just get the fuck out here, man!" He and Werner waited a few beats for B-Chill to show himself, "Mothafucka, I know you in there, stop snortin' the shit and get out here!" "I don't have time for this shit." He pointed to the door for Javier and Stillman, "Breach that. Put zip-ties on anybody in there." At that, Werner holstered his pistol and grabbed the gangbanger by his collar, hauling him up without any sort of gentleness. "I can't walk, man, my leg." "Then [i]fucking hop.[/i]" He jostled the banger on his one leg and lead him out of the room, waving Black over while he texted the others to take the fire escape down after grabbing as much drugs as they could. If they got Rosa, good, if they didn't. Well, they didn't. Foster wouldn't be happy, but until Foster got a gun and started kicking in doors and interviewing leads with them, Foster could afford a smile at the little victories. Werner and Black's flight was taken by the fire escape. Once Werner tied off the banger's wrists with a zip-tie, he handed him off to Black. Atter moved from the secret panel, mac-10 resting on his shoulder. He scanned the room. Lots of dead bangers. Too efficient. There was nothing to do about it though. The spook’s eyes fell on a couple cans of spray paint. He scooped one of them up and looked at the label, red, of course. Would have been easier if it was blue. Oh well, it would do. He turned to the wall that held a massive poster of Pac as a hologram. Atter shook the can and sprayed a massive and yet stylish 14 on the wall before he tossed the can to the side. He didn’t worry about putting on gloves. The worst that would happen is the prints would hit on forty six different people from all over the world. Next the spook scanned the surfaces of the thrashed apartment with a glower, sniffing blood through his nose. A small smile crossed his lips as his eyes found what they wanted. Sitting on the coffee table sat something Atter had not been able to play with in far too long, a switch panel. He walked over and picked it up with a strange kind of reverance. “This will do.” he said quietly before holding it out so Werner could see it, the keys dangling form the switch box. “C’mon dawg, Thas L-Z’s ride. You jackin’ the dead.” The wounded banger whined. As he saw the switch box and keys and was passed over to Black’s care. “I’ve died six times, didn’t stop you from grabbing my daughter, did it?” The lie passed his lips without a hint of falsehood. Black’s brown eyes locked with Stillman said, "You know Werner, being a battering ram ain't exactly my forte." He nodded to Javier, "Ready to get punched in the face by a coke addict? This really brings me back." Stillman leveled his gun on the door and shot the handle. He kicked it open, looking around at head level then feet level in case whoever was in there was going to bite his ankles. His blood ran cold. Besides the expected bricks of cocaine and plant material, there was a corpse, about 15 years old, dead on the floor. The boys face was beaten so hard his mother wouldn't recognize him. Stillman adjusted his aim to the left, where there was a man, pointing at Stillman with the wide eyed horror of a man who has discovered it is possible to snort too much cocaine. He was speaking in a foreign tongue. Stillman reeled on the man, running over to him and smacking him with the butt of his shotgun, dropping it to resort to good old fashioned beating a man to death with your bare hands. He yelled various things while apparently trying to kill him with his hands, but the most clearly recognizable words were "PLANE", "WHO", "WHY", and "FUCK" Stillman had to be dragged off, yelling and snarling, from the gangbanger- who’d been saying something about pale faces and little voices. Javier and Stillman eventually took the bags of plant matter and bricks of cocaine with them, enough to make sure it looked like a gang had robbed the owners of the sizeable stockpile. Walking to the Sonata across the echo-y parking lot, he heard the sounds of another pair of feet headed for him as he unlocked the door. The rear lights flaring up with the press of the button illuminated none other than ‘Officer Law’, come to ruin the last vestiges of a good night Werner could look forward to. Not that there was much of it, anyway. “What was that racket up there?” “Three guesses son, and the first two don’t count.” he lied, but the officer seemed to take it like the truth. He hated being a dick, but after the night he was having, Officer Law would have to forgive him, “There’s clearances involved.” The street-cop snorted, annoyed, “Okay. Any way I could-” “Negative.” And Werner ducked into the car, starting it and wasting no time in coming to a dead stop from thirty miles-per-hour next to Black and the others some seventy meters away. He rolled down the window, “Stuff him in the back, we’re going to have a chat with him.” Werner’s phone buzzed away and he put it to his ear, Dan’s voice coming surprisingly even and collected over the phone considering what he was saying. Werner let a small spell of silence drift before responding, “Fuck.” He sniffed, “Hang tight.” --Steamy Fresh-Baked Rolls-- [hider=mmmm, flaky]Stillman[@Chrononaut] - http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1690 - SHOOT DOOR GO Mr. Black[@Big Dread] - http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1682 Grab that bitch: 3 http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1683 SHOOT THAT BITCH; 14 http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1687 Sneak to door: 22 http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1688 #SHANK; 25 Javier[@sovi3t] - http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1705 I found the guy in the tub!: 13 http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1706 I think he knows am here.. 7 http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1707 fuck i shot his arm...8 http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1711 firsfirst kill, yeee boii 11 http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1712 get out of the bathroom 16 http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1713 It’s over..17 http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1714 get rekt..21 Werner - http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1680 Stealth: 4 http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1681 Werner blasts a fool: 22 http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1685 Werner advises man to check himself, man proceeds to wreck himself: 20 http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1708 Werner asks politely where Rosa is: 21 http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1709 Werner tries to stealth: 5 http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/1710 Werner bureaucratically tells cop to fuck off: 17 [/hider]