BAF Surplus Depot Z-97, New London.
28th of March, 827 | 01:23 AM
The four figures walked up towards the main doors, sticking to the shadows, carefully looking around before crossing the pathways. They knew the security cameras wouldn't spot them, as they were under maintenance. The guards were the risk.
Even with their access codes being valid, and their target wasn't there on paper, anyone getting close enough would clearly notice how much they didn't fit in. Their uniforms were obviously not for them, and if anyone checked their cards attached, it would be over in a second.
"Is the card workin' buckaroo?" Asked one of the figures, a man in his late thirties. He wore glasses a decade out of fashion, completed with a ginger goatee. The beret on his head looked comically stupid, and his coverall tagged Johnson was a size too big. "Well, the boss wouldn't fuck us over, right?" Answered a short dark skinned woman. She was the only one plausible looking of the bunch, as long nobody checked the picture on her card, with the woman on it would be the polar opposite of her. She touched the card to the lock, and a moment later, the gate opened. "Thank you Lt.Cdr. E. Sinclair" She looked at the card "Ray, Moogie, get the items from the lower half of the list. Vincent and I will get the top." She checked on her radio "Carl, you can move in"
"Roger. Hauler's papers checked out. Thank the boss for that." Carl responded, and quickly parked in. The Hauler pretty much covered the entire gate, hiding them from prying eyes.
The dark skinned woman checked her half of the list, full of serial numbers, and the description of what's inside of them
They worked efficiently, and within a hour were down to the last item on their list. Upon finding the barrels, Vincent opened one "Huh. Come see this, Gabbie"
Gabbie quickly went over, and looked at the pitch black liquid inside the large barrel, it's viscosity was somewhere between paint and thick oil "Any idea what's this, Vince?" "Hell if I know, some kind of paint I guess" He shrugged, then closed the canister. "Let's pack it up, and get out"
40 minutes later they were on the other side of the planet, landing at a dirty spaceport, next to an even more battered freighter "Can't believe the boss didn't wanted all the ammo and guns there" Vincent wondered "That stuff would worth almost double than all of this" "Boss wants to keep a low profile now. Got pretty high by now, but not high enough to risk that" Gabbie answered. "Y'know how it is, it's lucky we haven't been forgotten. Still, I wanted to blow something up" laughed "I know buckaroo. How about a couple rounds in the Rabbit before we'll tell the good news?"
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