Mafia!Reader X Mafia!Romano. A Mafia Tale.

    A hand slammed down on the table that you ond the other 'Outcasts' were sitting at. 

    "Cool. Now that we are all here, let the meeting start." Alfred said. "Okay. I'll start because nobody wanted to. So now that we have the totally hot (Name) join the Outcast-"

    "I don't think so, git. By the way, you don't refer to a lady as 'totally hot,' you wanker." Arthur stood up chided Alfie.

    "C'mon Artie. Besides (Name) dosen't mind."

    "Well-" you started. Two hands were on you shoulders.

    "You are such idiots, non. She is lovely and shouldn't be around you imbeciles." Michelle said behind you. The girl from Seychelles was the only girl here beside you.   

    "Why do you always disagree with us, love?" Arthur asked. 

    "Maybe if you didn't act like you own the place then I would be nicer. It's not my fault you screwed up that mission."

    "You should of just waited for me."

    "We were low on options."

    "Dudes. Maybe you should..."

    "Not now!" they both yelled at him.

    "I agree with Alfred-san. You shroud at reast try to get arong."

    "Stop agreeing with that git."

    The three continued to argue as Kiku just sulked into his seat.

    "Stop acting like children, aru. We are a feared crime HQ not a daycare for children."

    "But I am a kid!" Peter piped from beside you.

    "How did you get in?" you asked.

    "I have my ways."

    Finally the meting got to a point where Arthur and Michelle got into a close fist fight. Kiku took out his camera as Peter cheered them on.

    But....Ludwig really didn't have the patience.

    "SHUT UP! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO YELL AT YOU!" Ludwig yelled at them. He gave a intimidating stare as the rest of them went back to their seats. If this was anime universe, Ludwig would have an irk mark the size of the sun.

    "Good..now-" he was interrupted by the doors opening.

    "Ciao~!" A man with light brown hair came in, his odd curl bouncing. He was dressed in a nice suit and a fedora. 

    "Feliciano! Why are you late?!" Whoa! Feli! What was he doing here? 

    "Feli?" you looked at Lovi's younger brother.

    "(Name) How are you?" he gave you a bear hug. You winced because of your wounds.

    "Great. Nice to see you."

    "I missed you, sorella~." he let go of you and turned to Ludwig. "Sorry, Ludwig. I just got back from Italy."

    "Ja. Ja. Just sit down." he then came to you. "Now...Miss. (Name.) Do you know who the Outcast's are?"

    "Um...noooooo. That's what I want to know. Who the heck are you guys?"

    "This HQ was established after-"

    "Long story short." Alfred interrupted. "The Outcast are a criminal HQ that services include assassination, kidnapping, trading, protection and a whole bunch of other stuff. We're on a tropical is;and in the middle of nowhere."

    "That's possibly the smartest thing you said." said Arthur.

    "So I am here because...."

    "You need more allies, love. Your not going to become head just by plotting."

    "True."

    "So am I a part of this thing?"

    "You already were." Ludwig said.

    "Since when?"

    "Since your dad was one of the main members who established it and since he's gone you take his place." Alfred said.

    "My dad had a lot of things going on in his life."

    "Yes he did, little panda. Your father was feared for a reason, aru."

    "Wait a second!" realization just hitting you. "If Feli and Uncle Yao work for their own mafia's then why are they in this?" 

    "Because this isn't a mafia. This is a criminal organization. Only those involved in the underworld may join or we recruit people in." Michelle said. 

    "Okay."

    "So now that's out of the way. On to the next thing." Ludwig scanned the pages in front of him "Right our target from the Russian mafia." he eyes froze on one page. "(Name) Brandiski." he looked up at you.

    Your hand went to the gun on your belt. 

    "Relax, (Name.) Your a part of this now so we can't kill you. Besides we are your allies." 

    "That's good to hear." 

    "Our next is your fathers underbosses." 

    "That just great. The world is just trying to screw with me!" you threw your arms into the air.

    "We decide as a group on which 'assignments' we choose, love. Your underbosses are fine."

    "That's a relief."

    "This is getting no where. I need a assignment and i need one soon." Michelle said.

    "Calm yourself." Arthur said.

    "Hmmf." she turned away from Arthur, ignoring him.

    "The next assignment is in Stockholm." Ludwig said.

    "I'll get my parka." Alfred said, perking up.

    "Meeting adjourned. Pack your things and meet us back here tomorrow." Ludwig said as he picked up his papers.

    You walked along the tropical beaches, admiring the view. Trying your best to not to think you stared at the blue waters but it was useless. All you could think of was your father. What happened to him? Was he really dead? Was your mother? What else was he involved with? Was the man you knew then and the man you knew now different? 

    The truth hit you. You knew only little about your father. You knew a man who gentle, reserved, loving and strong. But when you hear all this you began to doubt him. Not only him but....Lovino as well. Yes, Lovino. 

    You liked him and you were sure of that but...Why? Why did you like him, maybe love him? You knew almost nothing about him. Just he was a hotheaded, sometimes sweet, rude guy. Nothing about his background.  

    Was he truly using like Inessa said? Ugh! Why were you even Thinking about it? He promised you and you trusted him enough. You couldn't shake the fact that matter in fact you were truly in love with him.

    Why was love so freaking complicated?

    You sat down in the sand and ran your hands through your (Hair color) hair.

    You wondered where he was and what was it that he had told you to do......CRUD. You completely forgot about it. The coat is arms! Great, just great. How in the world were suppose to figure it out. Did Lovi even leave you a number? 

    'I think I love you Lovino 'Romano' Vargas but I hate you. Screw this!' you thought to yourself.

    "If only." you said out loud. "If only."

    You got up and went to find uncle Yao.

    Sicily. The birthplace of famous artists, writers and architecture. The streets were beautiful and the atmosphere was lively but underneath all that, during the night, that is when the true side of Sicily comes into play.

    Sicily. The birthplace of the bloodiest mafia's. 

    Within one of those mafia's would be were our not-so-prince-charming would be. Yup, you guessed it. Lovino Vargas. The soon to be head of the Vargas family.

    Wondered what happened to him. Lets find out. Shall we?

    'Just ten more minutes.' Lovino thought to himself. He counted the minutes till he got back to his grandfathers mansion. Ten minutes until answers were reveled. Ten minutes till he could complete his promise to you. Ten more minute till he could finally come....home. He wouldn't admit it but he did miss his home. He grew up there and it was a place he was familiar with.

    "Hey-a Fratello?" Feli asked beside him.

    "What?" he asked irritated. He just played with a knife while staring out the window.

    "Do you miss, sorella?" 

    "We don't have a sister, Idiota."

    "I meant (Name.) Since she's your girlfriend then she becomes my sorella, right?"

    "We're not married!"

    "But she is your girlfriend, si?"

    "She is not my girlfriend."

    "So what is she then?" 

    "I don't know.....I like her but she's so ridicoulously stubborn and that smart mouth of hers....I hate her but I think I like her yet I don't understand why she affects me this way. Why does she affect me this way? We barely know each other and come to think of it, what do I know about her besides her personality and her family? Just...What?" He scowled at the window. He just poured out his most inner thoughts which was completely out of character. Mabye this trip has affected him!

    "So if you two are a couple then she would be like a sorella. Right?" Feliciano asked dumbly, not even paying attention to his brothers rant.

    "WERE YOU EVEN LISTENING?!" 

    "By the way. Are you going to tell Nonno about (Name?)" he continued on.

    "He knows."Feliciono was going to say something else but an explosion went off a few feet in front of their car. 

    "What the-?!" men with gun had came out from their hiding places on the side of the road. 

    "Not even a f***ing hour back in Italy and were already being attacked!" he yelled as he took out his trusty gun. So did Feli, getting ready for one of the Sicilian mafias bloody gun fights. 

     'Bring it on, bastardos!' 

    "So.....What do I pack?" You asked yourself. A empty suitcase next to you and a journal that uncle Yao gave you. After finding him, you had asked him for any information on the Brandiski coat of arms. He gave you a journal that had important financial information dating back from Alexi's time. Seriously! How did they even keep this stuff intact? It was expected from a huge royal whatnot family but the mafia? That was....odd. 

    So far you had gotten a locket, a journal, a ring, a cross, and a mission. One you gave away, two you have, and one you had just gotten.

    Right back to what to wear.

    In the end you choose a parka, a few sweaters, and a gun. 

    Sadly your parka took most of the space in your tiny carry on so you had to sit on it as Mitchelle tried to zip. Eventually she got it to zip and you two walked down to the dinning room. 

     Ludwig, Kiku, Yao, Alfred, Mitchelle, Arthur and you were going to Stockholm. Peter and Feli stayed behind to keep the island safe.

     "Ok...when we get on the plane, you will be briefed on the mission. Don't stand around get on the plane." Arthur said his goodbyes, Mitchelle ignored him and ran over his foot with her suitcase which left Peter and Alfie laughing.

     "Nice jet." Was all you said as you saw the sleek jet. The thing looked like something out of a James Bond movie.

     "It's mine." Alfie said as he took your luggage and handed it over to the pilot.  Poor guy, probably can't carry that much luggage, he was sweating as he was. 

     "You okay, Sanjay?" Alfie asked.

     "Great....mr. Jones." He huffed.

     You walk up the small stairs to be greeted by the most awesomest interior ever. A large flat screen tv on one side, a small couch set around a wooden table, a mini bar that was stacked with junk food and a freak gun safe.

     You sat down and thirty minutes later you were in the air.

     "Okay...so here is the mission. We are to do a group theft with the Nordic mafia. The main mission is to steal a 12th sled that's worth is said to be around maybe half a billion euros. I've contacted Lukas Bondevik. He and Mathais Kholer meet us in Stockholm. Well be staying for exactly three days so spend your time wisely." Ludwig debriefed us. "Any questions?"

     Yours and Alfies hand rose up. 

     "Yes?"

     "One. Why say that much? And two. Do we get a cut?"

     "I wanted to and we split it among ourselves. (Name?)"

     "So what are our roles?" 

     "You will be on comms and we'll decide when we get there. I will be with Alfred and (Name.) now get rest, in six hours we will land in Stockholm." 

     'And a good time for me to get started on this journal.' You opened the journal and scanned through the pages. You went to the sub folder titled finances. The wry last page was a ripped out yellow piece of parchment. 

      

     September 12. Off the coast of England. 

                        A. B. Brandiski.

   Looks like they had a great life. Wondered what happened? You kept on reading.

    

    September 17. Sweden.

     Who knew that there was that much blood in your family. From pirates to politicians to mafia bosses. Wow! And you thought you knew everything. 

    'Looks like I have a lead. the locket and the-CRUD!' you felt around for your ring. and then you remembered that you had given it to Lovino. 'I'm screwed! Lovino, you better take good care of that ring!'

    You fell back into your seat. What an eventful week. Only months ago you were a weak little girl and now you were riding with a criminal HQ. How life changes so fast.

    'Guess I can only ride it out huh?' you closed your eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

    "Little Sunflower. Wake up." a voice called to you.

    "Papa?" you asked groggily. A man with violet eyes stared down at you.

    "Come on (Name) If you sleep here you'll get sick." a more feminine voice called out. Your eyes opened to see a woman with your (eye color) eyes and your (hair color) hair just like yours.

    "Mhhh. Okay. Only if you carry me." Gentle arms had carried you as a warm scarf had wrapped around you.

    'No. It can't be.' you thought. 'Anything but this.'

    It was a memory of that day. One that had haunted you.

    "Maybe we should take her somewhere warmer, da."

    "Yes we should."

    "Or maybe we could go ourselves, just you and me." he leaned down and kissed her.

    "Ivan!"

    "Ewwww!" you squealed.

    "I'm joking, my love." he laughed and pulled you into his arms. "Where do you want to go, little sunflower?"

    "Maybe to....Italy! or France or maybe to uncle Yao!"

    "Maybe..." he mused to himself. You three walked over to the car. There, Viktor was a bit bloody and a gun in his hand.

    "Sir. Ma'am" he said.

    "Victok what happened?." your mother exclaimed.

    "The Galene-"

    "Understood. (Mother's Name) Take her home." Your mother started the car and took off back to the mansion. You arrived and she took you quickly back into the house.

    "(Name), my dear, whatever you do don't come out unless I tell you to." she said as she grabbed a revolver from her weapons safe. 

    "What going on?" you asked.

    "Nothing. Just a little business." even though you were seven you knew that business meant meeting but not the type you thought you knew.

    A gun shot went out off in the main hall, Followed by glass breaking and more gunshots. She gave you a kiss on your forehead and hugged you tightly. "I love you. Remember that." She then tucked you in a closet and ran off through the doors.

    The gun shots went off for a long time. Where was you Papa? and where was your mother? You were so scared!

    The gunshots finally stopped. Curious you went of your room, thinking it was safe. Over the railing overlooking the main foyer, Your father and a blonde haired man were in a stand off. 

    "How dare you?" Ivan growled. His aura flashing.

    "My oh my. A little ticked when i come into your house? Good, because that's how me and Selene feel!" the blonde yelled.

    "You had no right to that , Aaron."

    "Yes I did, now we want it back."

    "Never."

    While that was going on. Two hands grabbed you from behind. 

    "I think you should or your daughter will pay." a voice purred into your ears.

    "Let her go!" your mother cried out.

    "Let me think about it. No." She kept a tight hold on you as she walked down the stairs. "The treasure or else. This is your daughter no."

    "Y-you wouldn't."

    "She would." Aaron said.

    "Fine."Ivan said. she pulled out a gun and put it against your head. 

    "Just let her go." your mother pleaded. She let you go and as soon as that happened, your father shot Aaron in the chest and aimed at her. She dashed out of the place as soon a her husband fell. "You'll pay!"

    "Are you okay?" your father hugged you close.

    "(Name.) My dear. Don't do that to us!" She grabbed you away and hugged you.

    "I'm sorry." you said. You watched the dead body of Aaron but dead bodies dont move. "Mom!" you cried as you saw the gun he pointed at you. She pushed you and Ivan away as a bullet went through her heart. Blood splattered you as you saw the whole things with your eyes.

    "Mom!" her body hit the ground with a sick  thud. 

    "(Mother Name!)" You fathers men arrived and shot Aaron but it was to late.

    "M-mom?!" you ran over to her.

    "Hey there." she placed a rapidly cold hand on your face. "Promise me.....that.....you'll take care of yourself..and your father.  Remember i'm watching over you. Don't ever...stop fighting. I love you." she closed her eyes and her hand hit the ground.

    "Mom! Come back!" you cried. "Come back. Come back." you kept sobbing. You father held you as he shed his tears too.

    "Shhh. My little sunflower." he gazed over at the body of his wife. "I'm sorry." he whispered.

    You just cried even more as you clutched onto the locket you were wearing. 

    'Mom! please come back.....'

    "Welcome back too Stockholm you guys. Hope you have your parkas because we'll be freezing!" Alfie voice woke you up.

    "(Name,) dear. are you okay?" Mitchell asked. You quickly wiped your tears away, trying to forget that memory.

    "Yeah." you managed a weak smile. She didn't seem to notice it though.

    You landed on the tarmac eventually and Alfie was right. it was freezing.

    "Hey Alfred. Over here." a blonde male with spiked up hair called. Next to him another blonde with a strait face just stared coldly at your friends.

    "Dude, What's up?" 

    "Just chillin."

    "Literally." you said.

    "Who's the pige?" The loud guy asked. "She's cute." 

    "Name's (Name) She's the newbie." Alfie put his arm around your shoulder. "(Name) Mathias Kohler and Lukas Bondevik. Lukas and Mathias, (name)" Kohler? Bondevik? Okay...Is fate helping you or screwing with you?

    "Nice to meet you."

    "Same to you, pige." The dane shook your hand.  "You can call me Mathias or the king of-"

    "Just ignore this idoit. Nice to meet you." The guy named Lukas shook your hand.

    "I wasn't done!" Mathias yelled. 

    "Okay then. To our vehicle." Ludwig said as he dragged the luggage behind him in a cart.

    You and your party arrived to a huge hummer.

    "Nice." you said.

    "Want shotgun?" Mathias opened the passanger door but Lukas got in first and slammed the door.

    "No." you got in and sat back, going back to sleep.

    "Yo (Name). We're here!" Alfie shook you until you woke up.

    "I'm awake!" 

    The two lead you into a nice huge manor. It was cozy and warm on the inside. 

    A little white dog came up and jumped in your arms.

    "So cute!" you squealed.

    "Thanks. He's mine though. I'm Tino" A sandy haired boy with blues eyes came out of the kitchen with a aporon on.

    "Nice to meet you. He's so adorable." 

    "Awww! you don't think I'm cute?" Mathias had a cup of beer in his hand and leaned over to you. 

    "Well..."

    "Stop flirting with the girl." Lukas grabbed the Dane's tie and tried to choke him. Soon after a tall guy with blond hair, dark blue eyes and an intimidating aura, named Berwald, came out broke those two up.

    "So these is the group that's going to assist us?" a silvered haired boy with purple eyes came down the stairs. A puffin type bird perched on his shoulder.

    "So who's the pretty girl? Nice to meet you, hon." you swear you just saw the puffin wink.

    "Shut up, you. I'm Emil by the way and this is my.....'friend' Mr. Puffin."

    "You must be very tired. Let's have dinner then we can discuss the plan tomorrow." Tino led you all into a very big dinning room.

    A delightful dinner passed between the Outcasts and the Nordic 5. You weren't feeling hungry though. You were to distracted to. Later on that night you couldn't sleep, no matter how much you wanted to. The memory of your mothers death still haunted you. Maybe you were under stress. Perhaps going to Ludwig might be a good idea he did study psychology. You felt your stomach grumble a little, so you took your journal and your hungry stomach down to the kitchen. You made your way down in your (favorite color) pajamas.

    You sat on a barstool while you drank a cup of milk and read through. 

    "Interesting book?" A voice called out behind you.

    "You could say that, Mathias." 

    "You okay, pige?" He sat down next to you. He was dressed up in red pajamas with yellow crowns decorating it.    

    "Yeah." 

    "Boy problems?"

    "N-no." you blushed red as you thought about Lovino.

    "Aw! Think of me as your big brother and just tell me. I promise I won't laugh."

    "First your hitting on me and now your acting like my big brother?"

    "I had a feeling a girl cute like you had to had a boyfriend. So you gonna tell me or what?"

    "Well....I really like this guy and-"

    "He likes somebody else."

    "No. It's just that he likes me but I wonder if-"

    "If he's gay?" he got up and got a mug of beer.

    "No! Just if he like me out of...my face or-"

    "He like you for you."

    "Yeah. I really like him yet he knows a lot about me but i know nothing about him. Sometimes it's hate or it's live. I can;t seem to decide." you finished.

    "Wow. You have an interesting relationship."

    "You could say that."  

    "So who is this guy?" he asked as he took a swig.

    "Lovino Vargas." he did a double spit take.

    "The Sicilian mafia Lovino Vargas!"

    "Yup."

    "Your not mind screwing me?"

    "Nope."

    "How did you end up with him?"

    "A set up." 

    "Ah. I see. Looks like he won't be having a arranged marriage between the Brandiski girl."

    "Wait there's an arrangement between me and him?!"

    "Yeah-Wait! You and him! Are you a Brandiski?!"

    "Yes."

    "Holy Copenhagen on a cracker! Your my long lost cousin!" He gave you a bear hug.

    "Well...this is unexpected." you said. you has a serious 'WTF' face on.

    "You got that right." 

    "Since your a Brandiski, do you know about the treasure?" Well, that was sudden.

    "Yeah." you said cautiously. . 

    "So you need the first clue right?"

    "Yeah. But where is it? Your suppose to know."

    "What do you think that the whole heist is about? Your not the only one who's after it."

    "The sled?"

    "Yup."

    "Awesome."

    "Okay. The king need s his sleep, goodnight cuz!" he left you alone in the kitchen.

    'That was odd.'

    "Morning, cuz!" a voice yelled in your ear.

    "Go away!" you threw a pillow at the source of the loud voice.

    Why did loud voices wake you up?

    "Come on!" Bright light filled your room. "We go get your first clue! Get ready in twenty minutes."

    You got up and got ready. The moment you came down was absolute chaos. 

    There was a burning smell coming from the kitchen and more fighting among the members. Only Emil, Lukas, Michelle and Berwald were sitting down and eating. 

    "Artie, What did you burn?" Alfred asked, coming from behind you.

    "I was making scones and then this happened." he brought out a tray of what seemed to be 'scones.' Or what would better be black rocks.

    "Is that breakfast?" you asked.

    "It was suppose to be." he said glumly.

    "Now it's not. Here's a bowl of cereal." Alfie pushed a bowl of very colorful food toward you.

    "So what's the plan?" you asked the people in front of you. 

    "Simple. We break into the Museum of Medieval Stockholm and grab what we need." Lukas stated.

    "That's Brilliant. But how exactly do we get in?"

    "We just walk in, pay off a guard, and do what we need to do." Mathias said.

    "Or maybe you gits might have forgotten the high security clearance during day and night."

    "Okay Mister-I-have-a-plan. Let's hear your idea."  Emil sneered.

    "Gladly." he took out his laptop. "Here's the plan......"

    "Do we have to do this?" you groaned looking down at your *ahem* reveling outfit. A very tight sweater dress with black leggings. A badass leather jacket kept you warm, mascara and eyeliner made you look sexy.

    "Yes." They all said.

    "Why me? Why not Michelle?"

    "Because the guard will let a lovely girl as your self in."  Arthur said.

    "I had to be the damsel last time," Mitchell said. 

    "I was not okay with that." Arthur said. 

   "I'm not doing anything, okay?"

    "What ever. Just knock the guy out or something." Alfred was polishing his gun.

    "Fine. Just keep tabs."

    "Done and done." Mr. Puffin flew out of the car and hovered over you.

    "So your miss (Fake Name)?" The guard asked.

    "Mhhhhmmm." 

    "So your here for a private tour?"

    "Yeeeesss. Any problem?" you blinked your eyes at the guard.

    "Fine. Go through." He let you in through the main gates.

    A young blond  guard was assigned to be your guard. 

    "Don't do anything stupid, James." a another guard called out.

    "I wouldn't dare." he said back. He turned to you and gave you a rather perverted look. You looked away and ignored him.

    "What's a pretty face like yours doing here?" You two entered the street which was lively. Music and vendors. Just like medieval times. 

    "Just Looking around."

    "For what or Whom?"

    "Just heard about this place and wanted to take a look around."

    "After your private tour, maybe I can take you somewhere private?" he was seriously perving on you.

    "Huh?" you decided to play dumb. He led you to the private tour building. It was hidden in a  corner. He opened the door. 

    "Don't know what I mean, doll?" he pushed you in  "Maybe a hint?" locking the door he came closer.

    He then pinned your arms above your heads with one hand. With his free hand he pulled off his wig to show a head of black hair. 

    "Get me now, sweetheart." a knife was brought to your throat.

    "Simon." you growled.

    "Did you think you could escape so easily? Your not the only one after the Brandiski treasure." he smiled again. "You know before I kill you I might have some fun." he leaned in again. "This will be fun." he whispered. 

    "No." you stomped on his foot and then kicked him in the vital regions. He let go of you and groaned out in pain.You took the time to kick him in the face. He went sailing across the room and crashed into a desk. He got back up and threw a sword at you. You bent backwards as it went sailing above your face. You snapped back and grabbed a metal pipe to protect your self. He then took his gun and came charging at you. Just as he was about to tackle you, you hit him in the head. Tacking a few stumbling steps and a drunken grabs at you he finally fell over into a bucket of barrels. 

    "You shouldn't screw with a Brandiski." you took the ID card on his belt. 

    From your bra, you took out your phone and called Mathias. Where else were you suppose to put it.

    "Hello?"

    "Got the ID. Meet me by the fountain."

    "Well done, cuz." he ended the phone call.

    "Bye to you too." you said sarcastically.

    "Hey there, girly." A voice said above you. Mr. Puffin flew down from his perch. "Nice fight."

    "I have a question. Why are you so smart? I mean from the science books I've read, birds aren't as intelligent." 

    "You see, girly. They transfered my human brain into the body of this bird. Some freak accident happened so this is ho I'm in this situation. I was once a great scientist that had majored in Geology, then I screwed in places I shouldn't have and this is how I got here. Now let's get you to that fountain, girly."

    "Okay. Michelle, Arthur and Berwald. Hack into their network, disable the cameras, and plant a virus." 

    "Ready when your ready, love." You were leading team.

    "Lukas, Ludwig, and Yao. Keep the guards off us when the lights go out."

    "Be careful, little panda." 

    "Alfie, have the van ready."

    "Loaded and ready, dude et."

    "Kiku, Tino, Mathias, and I will head over to the target. Then we'll inspect it and find what we can. Once the virus hits the mainframe, we will have exactly thirty minutes to get to the target. If one of us gets caught, ask for a lawyer and we'll commence senerio plan 32. Okay, any questions?"

    A wave of 'No's" flooded you comm unit.

    "Wait, When do we start?" Tino asked.

    "Commencing in five seconds." Arthur said.

    "Five." Mathias opened the glass window on the top of the building.

    "Four." Kiku turned on a flashlight and stuck it to his head.

    "Three." Tino took out his small array of boms and explosives. 

    "Two." You grabbed a bungie cord and held on to it.

    "One." The light went out. Alarms started to blare but went off. Yells and screams were in the air. 

    You looked at the dark ground inside. 

    "Ready?"Mathias asked you.  

    "Born ready." You took a breath and jumped.

    'Here goes everything.'