Chris, Maia, and Ben go to do stuff

OOC: The London Mob, while making a deal with Millennium to try and get funding the gang is meeting with the Nazis in a warehouse. The deal is to be stopped at all costs, if the guns get sold then Millennium will gain a good edge.

Maia sat in the car as it neared the meeting, they would be pretending to be guards for the boss. It was strange to be undercover for a change; she wore a suit as opposed to her normal clothing. If she looked too much like a soldier then that would put things ill at ease, the Jew closed her eyes for a second as she prepared to exit the car and carry out her mission. The men with her she didn’t trust too much, Ben had some iron in him but at the same time he didn’t have experience.

Getting out into the cool night air she lit up a cigarette, this was going to be strange to say the least.

Ben was indeed not so sure about this whole thing, instead of his ususal Sterling he had to result to a Walter P99, which he found cool since he recognized them from the Bond movies, but at the same time it meant that they were deep in enemy territory without the help of his trustworthy companion.
The only one he could lean on was Maia, his other trustworthy companion.. and then there was him, Chris Callista, the guy Mato, his idol, looked up to.
To say it in a single sentence- he was nothing like he´d expected him to be.

"Well, ladies, gentlemen. I seem to be looking into a lot of long faces- why`s that? We`re mafiosos, we gotta look smug and suave, you know?"
As he got out of the car, dressed in a suit with open shirt, it seemed almost normal to him. His hand cannons were hidden in shoulder holsters under his jacket, and his hands were covered in black gloves- his trademark sunglasses fit the style perfectly, he looked damn good, but almost too much so. They were trying to be stealthy, afterall.

“We have a few minutes to kill, why the fuck you looking so smug ya prick?” Maia said without looking at him, she knew his type: People that thought they were God’s gift to the world, once she knew how good he was the Jew would decide if she liked him or not. His cockiness was annoying, but in some people when they were good enough to be smug it was funny. Otherwise she would merely treat him with disdain, prepping her suit a little more the small woman glanced around. She wasn’t looking too bad, though the suit did seem to fit slightly too well. The trousers were also a little tight, but they would have to do.

“So, what’s your name boy?” she said to Chris as she stamped out her cigarette, she was tired of waiting around and being polite. A drop of anger welled in her chest, but she controlled it until the time was right.

"What, you never heard of Chris Cal, the best marksman you´ve ever seen?"
He bragged, though he obviously didn`t mean it all that seriously. Crossing his legs, he leaned back and sighed, sticking the edge of his tongue out in a hint of annoyance. "I´m tellin ya, you`ve been missing out. Anyway, if we`ve got a few minutes, cruise around town or something. Or at least turn the radio on, i bet they`ve got Jeremy Clarkson or something in an interview in Radio Five."
He only briefly heard of it, and freely admitted that Clarkson, while being a british Brit, was someone who understood how the world worked, in and out. He wasn´t just someone he could relate to, but look up to, to be damn honest.

Ben sighed slighty and quietly turned the radio on without asking Maia first, because either way she´d say no just to piss him off. The last thing he wanted was a fight between allies.

“Ben, if you’re going to put the Radio on then put it on BBC Radio 4. The Archers should be just starting” Maia said with an annoyed air, the “best marksman in the world” wasn’t worth her time in her opinion. With a glare in his direction she went and sat down on the pavement, she put out her cigarette as she did so and looked up at the sky. “Best marksman huh? Wouldn’t stop me feeding you your entrails kid, I’ve fought more battles than you’ve had hot dinners.” She wasn’t sure if he knew how old she was but it didn’t matter, as long as things went smoothly nothing mattered.

She put her head in her hands and swept it back, things were going to get hectic soon and her nicotine craving was only rivalled by her need to get a blood fix. Giving in she pulled a small pack out of her pocket, it looked like a plain capri sun but otherwise was filled with blood. She pulled out a straw, and slowly began to drink.

"I`m sure you had your fair share of battles. Maia- i can call you that, right?- but i had my fair share of hot dinners as well." Chris responded with a grin, almost tempted to take a drag on a cigarette too, but when he was acheing for one on a mission, he tended to get more agressive, which in turn meant a better kill quota.
"Oh come on. You two get your Capri Suns but we couldn´t even stop at the drive-in? I´m hungry too you know." He quipped, while he was watching someone suspicious walking towards their car behind his black shades. He was the kind of guy that ususally meant trouble, but right now they were looking for just that sort.

Throwing a small stone at Chris’s shoulder Maia glared, he wasn’t going to take things seriously. With bared teeth she threw her drink in the trash and stood up, dusting herself down she made her way to the car. Out of a little shoebox she got her father’s gold crossed swords tie pin, he had given them to her as a Birthday present and had they always been lucky. Clipping it on she turned to the car that had come up behind them, whoever it was it didn’t matter. As soon as they got in everyone died, that way no-one could blab and the streets would be cleaner.

“Shut the hell up, we’ll be going in soon. Ben turn the radio off, we have company."

"Right.." Ben turned it off again, his hand going to the Glock on his hip. Chris, on the other hand, smiled a bit as he jerked out of the way of the stone, well aware what she could do with it if it hit him, before swinging his lazy ass back into the car, where he quickly closed the door and got into the middle back seat, unholstering his Desert Eagles.
"Come what may, you`re in good hands with me. They`ll be no trouble at all~"
Finger off the triggers and with the hammers cocked, he leaned back, not even bothering to put his seatbelt on. He`d be leaning out of the window soon at this rate, anyway.

Listening out for talking Maia slipped into the shadows of a small alcove, as soon as the mob bosses and goons got in though she would enter after. They had to make sure that no-one got away if this was going to work, waving Chris to wait for a few minutes she slipped back into the shadows. There was no point in scaring them off with shots now, by waiting they’d get everyone.

The FREAKs were dressed in suits with the Nazi armband; there was 1 boss with two troops either side of him. He went straight in with his men while someone awaited their return in the car, just behind them the East London Mob pulled up. They were numbered six, two reps and four goons with pistols. Giving a nod to the car the bosses merely thought they were reserves waiting nearby for trouble, how wrong they were. The door slammed shut, Maia stepped out.
“You two, get out, wait a second then we rush in and shoot all the bastards up.”

"I`m gonna give ya a head start Ben, once i`m in the game, things will quickly quiet down."
Chris grinned back at his friend, checking the chambers of his pistols out of boredom, then moving over to one of the doors, ready to climb out once he was getting there.

"Uhm, okay..?"
Ben couldn´t deny his palm getting a bit sweaty, the Glock in his hand feeling moist and slick.
He exited the car, hiding his gun in his holster still, following Maia quietly. Chris must have some sort of plan or procedure to this, either way he was still slicking his hair back despite the order to move.
Once they got close, he put his hand on his holster again, ready to draw the moment Maia would.

Maia ran quickly to grab her Beowulf loaded M16 from the passenger seat, readying it she went up to the door and took a deep breath. She didn’t need to breath but the reflex was still there; it was a habit that didn’t go away easily. Raising her leg she gestured for Chris and Ben to rush in, then her leg went down and kicked the door off of its hinges. She rushed in straight after, firing five rounds into the back of the Mob reps. She ducked low as her shots took out two of the thugs, she growled as she moved forwards trying to keep up a stream of pinning fire as the other two got in behind her.

The remaining five guys now also went into action, the thugs drawing their weapons while the FREAKs leaped at Ben and Maia- though both of them were dust before they hit the ground, courtesy of a shell from each one of Chris`s Desert Eagles.
"Well well, Gentlemen, i think this deal is done." He announced, lowering his guns as the others quickly raised theirs at him, firing without hesitation- as he saw the guns come up at him, he ducked behind the car, his pistols leaned against the back door as bullets peppered against the steel.
"You´re gonna waste your ammo like that, kiddies...!"
Calculating the angle, he fired a bullet at the pavement inbetween him and one of the thugs- it bounced off, then hit him in the neck, instantly putting him out of buisness as the kinetic energy blew his head clean off.
The two remaining thugs- well, Ben actually managed to kill one through blind-fire, while the other was firing at Maia. Not his problem, Chris rolled from cover to cover to get closer to the displeased Nazi boss. As he got into range, the man grabbed a knife and swiped it at Chris, which was blocked by one of his pistols- the other firing at his shoulder before he could use his hand to tear his head off.
"Man, pick on someone your own size..."
He had to duck under an attempt to bite his neck, the knife swiping him around the shoulder which was fortunely blocked by his armor... by the time he spun around, two shells impacted against the boss`s chest, putting him out of commission.
"I think thats the end of that."

Maia dodged the fire and grabbed the thug by the throat; she used the butt of the gun to hit him in the stomach and subdue him. She watched as the battle finished quickly and efficiently, she turned to Ben for a second. “Hey, finish up and make sure the others are dead, I want to have a word with this little shit,” she dragged him to a crate. Pinning him down on it she took a pair of pliers, a small toffee hammer, and some nails out of her pockets.

She started by nailing each of his digits to the crate, she then prepared to take off his finger nails.
“I’m going to ask you some questions; I’ll take all of your nails off if you dare think of trying to lie to me” As he confessed everything he knew the mission was finally over, all that was left was to report.