Streets Of Mexico City

The armed men raced into Mexico city, unprofessionally rolling down the windows, blasting music. This type of behavior was the reason Combi is trying to hire professional Mercs.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpJJGZuF8e4

It would take them time for the hired thugs to find the H.V.T., and they were given strict orders for their capture to be non-lethal.

The men in the back fitted their Armor-piercing rounds into their AK47 mags while they sped through traffic

"Whatever fucking person our Loco Clown boss wants to associate himself with, must be a fucking loco himself."

All the men in the vehicle laughed in agreement, then shuddered at the cold hard fact that their mission wasn't looking like a cake walk.

The black Escalade sped up to a local Cafe and spotted a person wearing a military outfit

"That must be the fucker" The driver said, as he made sure his MP5 was loaded and ready to go.

The Escalade parked right in front of the person of interest. Immediately, two men exited the vehicle from the side opposite from where the person was facing, using the car as cover. The other thug got out of the car from the door facing directly towards the person.

All men aiming their loaded weapons.

"Get the fuck in the car." The soldier, facing the HVT, said calmly.

The thug's music was still blaring
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kpJJGZuF8e4

The caller hung up, Lenka immediately felt stupid, as he forgot to ask his name. Lenka considered trying to order a coffee, but everything was in Spanish, and he had no idea what he would say, anyway. Sighing, he loosened his helmet, and adjusted part of his bangs to cover the bandage over his right eye, as personally, he thought it looked better. Right as he finished slipping his helmet back on, some sort of a black SUV barreled around the corner, coming to a stop in-front of the cafe. In short, Lenka was both excited and slightly unnerved by the apparently quick time, mostly, though, he was feeling giddy from head to toe, while reminding himself to remain as alert as possible.

He giggled. Not a chuckle, just a short, childish giggle. Things were going to be pretty interesting, it seems. Of course, there was one hope in his head. Air-conditioning. He was wearing a red T-shirt, then a black hoodie, then a gray T-shirt on top of that, and to top it all off, he had the overcoat and a helmet on, plus his black jeans on under his uniform pants. If he wasn't as thin as he was, he probably would have died of heat stroke.

And then a guy hopped out, and a clean, shiny MP5 was pointed right at Lenka. His face falling, He wondered exactly what happened.

"Get the fuck in the car."

"Ai... There's no provlem here, right? I'll vollow..." His voice cracked in the middle of the sentence. How embarrasing. Waving his hands dismissively in front of his face, he snickered inwardly at how open the men were. The boy was wearing a uniform, which could be armored. The entire thing could have been derailed had Lenka pulled out a hand grenade, and vaporized their entire little job.

His face falling at the thought, he then wondered just exactly he had gotten into. Hopefully these weren't a bunch of trigger-happy idiots. He decided upon following, and stood up, slowly walking over to the SUV with his hands behind his head, there was no need to get shot for no reason, right?

Minutes later, with the thugs being very cautious, (As cautious as one can get being a thug. :T) Lenka was sitting in the back of the SUV, with a thug on each side, with AK's. And the driver most likely had the MP5 from earlier. Grinning, he took a Catnip joint out of his coat, and lit it, sticking it in his mouth. He closed his eyes, imagining the look he could be getting form one of the thugs. This might turn out to be a long drive. Who knows. He settled in, getting comfortable.

The guard noticed the HVT pull out what looked like a joint and lit it up. The horrid smell filled the vehicle, immediately causing an even more hostile environment.

"Ayy Guey, what the fuck kind of weed is that" he complained before grabbing the foul smelling joint and flicked it out the window.

The drive took no longer than thirty minutes. As the vehicle got closer to friendly territory, the driver quickly lowered the volume of his music in fear of upsetting his Gothic employer. "We're in the sector" The driver said as he was talking through his walkietalkie to the Roof Sentry's Walkie Channel. This was a pre-caution to make sure that Roof Sentrys wouldn't harm the incoming vehicle.

The road became a little bumpy as they entered the neighborhood. The bouncing of AK's could be heard throughout the quiet vehicle.  The sun's rays ravaged the car's windows, letting in blinding beams of light.

The soldiers slowly let their guard down as they were in their territory. It would be suicide to try to escape with roof sentrys on almost every roof, armed with AK47s. The vehicle pulled into a corner in front of what seemed a very poor looking shanty.


The guard behind the HVT buried his AK barrel into the back of the HVT "The Patron is waiting for you" he said as the other guard exited the vehicle and kept the door open.

The sentry in front of the entrance of the building waited patiently for the HVT to get closer before he opened the door.

The sentry on the roof, wielding a Saga Shotgun, scratched at his beard while he looked down at the vehicle. Out of curiosity, he asked the guard stationed at the entrance "What's going on down there?"

"It's an HVT transport, this is the person that took out the three heads of the Beltran Leyva Organization"

The roof sentry tightened his grip on his weapon in fear. "Holy shit" he whispered.

The soldier that stepped out of the car and held the door open motioned to the HVT to exit the vehicle and enter the building. "Come on, the Patron is an impatient man"

---------> From Combi's Lab, Ze Tunnelz.

After traveling at a Very quick pace through the tunnels, Lenka arrived out at the surface. He looked back, slightly annoyed that his men couldn't keep up his pace, but he guessed he couldn't blame them. A few minutes later, the men came up, severely winded, muscular and fit as they were, they were nowhere near as light as Lenka, so they had quite a trouble keeping up.

"Ayyy Guey! How... de hell does the... kid run so damn fast..." As he put his hands on his knees, another one of the men, in a similar position, commented. "No se..." The men stood up, voicing their single opinion. "So, What kind of thing are we doing out here, Subteniente?

"Ve're out here to get familiar with ze area, at least in mein case. Alzo, ve are going to make sure ze dealers are doing zeir jobs, unt to shoot up any rival cartel members ve come across! Ah, Also, I vould prefer if you vould address me as Oberleutnant. It's easier for me to unterstand."

Turning and following the alleyway, Lenka stopped at a side street and point to a somewhat high abandoned apartment building. "I vant two groups of two men to patrol ze area, in a four-block square. Vile you are doing zis, check for ze tings I pointed out earlier. Ve vill be out here for two rotations of your search, then enter the apartment complex. Vich vone of you is ze best shot?" The men looked between themselves for a moment, the the thinner of the group, with slightly lighter arms, and a small mil-dot patch on his vest stepped forward.

"Out of us, I am the best shot with a rifle." The man still towered nearly a foot over Lenka, who had been standing with his hands on his hips, waiting for someone to step out.

"Very goot! Now, you vill come vith me unt help me give ze other four men sniper zupport. Everyone, ve vill be using Radio Channel Eight. Anyzing comes up, give us a shout, We'll lend our best support. Dismissed." With that, the men broke up into their groups, the two search parties keeping to the more hidden areas of the alleys, with Lenka and the other man, named Romano, who was actually from Italy, entered the apartment building, taking positions upon the top floor. Now, They wait, and see if anything  happens.

After a completely uneventful day, Lenka and his team gathered back up for the return trip to the Warehouse. Then remembering what his side duties were, he ducked into a side alley, remembering to check the marked dumpsters.

-------> Alleyways of Mexico City.

---------> Combi's Lab

Riding in the passenger seat of the Escalade, Lenka instructed Romano to park in a side alley somewhat near the city, and await instructions from Combi as to the HVT's location. Feeling that the new armored Escalade was far cooler and protective than the original, he was at ease. Also, he was planning NOT to go and point a bunch of guns at the HVT. That'd be a bad idea for someone who could probably take his head off. Deciding rather to try and change "HVT" to "VIP." In his mind, it was always a great idea to make a good first impression.

Driving out of the alleyway, Lenka instructed Romano to drive to the address Combi sent him, pick him up, and bring him to some club, the address of which was also sent to Lenka. On the way, Lenka SPECIFICALLY instructed his team NOT to point guns at the VIP, as he didn't want to start a scene.  

Pulling to a stop in front of the VIP's location, Lenka noticed a somewhat pale blond man in an overcoat sitting in the shade of the awning. Feeling he could hand the situation better than his men, he nudged his door open, stood up to lean on the roof from his door, and addressed the man in question.

"Ai, are you ze VIP I'm supposed to pick up?"

The wait for his ride wasn't all that terrible. Leaning against the rough brick making up the building gave Almos a wonderful position to people watch and throw out the occasional snide comment. It really was amazing when you thought about it. Regardless of all the banter, more often than not when faced with an unnecessarily aggressive or mean-spirited comment, people simply shirked away in confusion and intimidation. Because of that. Lorand was able to throw out a few quips regarding his opinion of passersby as he awaited his ride without fear of reprisals. Then again, even if they did decide to try something, there wasn't much they could to to something like him.

Eventually, his ride did show up looking every bit as sketchy as one would imagine a drug dealer's transportation would. Surprisingly though, it was not some tough Mexican that leaned out the door to get his attention, but a rather feminine looking boy with a distinctly European accent. This was getting more and more strange. Shrugging, Almos decided to go along with it for the time being and approached with both of his hands stuffed into his pockets. "I'd certainly like to think so, but you're not the man I spoke with on the phone. Take me to him," Almos replied, sliding into the vehicle without waiting for an invitation. Perfectly comfortable in his own perception of safety, Lorand's tone was clearly an order given to complete strangers. Off putting, yes. Rude, absolutely. Unfortunately for the poor men tasked with dealing with the vampire on this short ride, the Hungarian simply didn't give a damn.

After the man stood up, casually strode over to the car, and hopped in without any warning, Lenka was then completely convinced this was the man he was supposed to pick up. Then, in a completely random train of thought, he realized that he was sitting directly in front of said man, who pulled the head off of a drug lord much stronger than the small boy. Trying to ignore the feeling, Lenka turned to Romano, and signaled for him to take them to the club. Whipping out his phone, Lenka sent a text message to Combi.

"We're en-route. ETA 5 minutes." Settling in for the couple minutes, he hoped that Combi was wrong, and he was just a perfectly sane, albeit ridiculously strong, blond man.

--------> Houdini bar or whatever.