Two men casually strolled into a large metal warehouse, grey jumpsuits strapped on. The one on the left, a man of a smaller height and build to the other, having his jumpsuit half-zipped up, revealing a silver necklace drooped down his neck. The necklace possesses a full circle, with two half-crescent circles attached to each side.
"Oi Aart, which one of these trucks do you think we should take?" Questioned the one of the left, eyeing the rows of trucks at the back of the warehouse. He rubbed his bald head whilst weaving through the groups of workers carrying and putting in crates of boxes into the stationed trucks.
"I'm not sure. I guess we should check which ones have the most in them first." Aart stated, the man on the right, possessing a larger height and build to the workers around him. Aart pushed through the groups of men, stroking his scruffy blond beard as he observed the crates going by.
"To think each one of these crates possess a handful of them heat stones. Ones fuckin hard to find in itself on the black markets, and here are a whole crud of them. Sticken nobles hoarden them all, and I thought we were suppose to be liven in a socialist society," the smaller man went on, his voice venomously berating.
"Calm down Aeron, if you keep going you might attract attention to us. We need to hurry up or we're going to be behind when the others act." Aart muttered to his companion. He quickly looked around them eying the men going by, looking very suspicious.
"We'll be fine, those slow pokes forced us to wait for so long, they can wait a moment themselves. Also it ain't about which trucks the most loaded, that's not what matters. We need to take a truck from the biggest wanker here." Aeron instructed, rubbing his greasy hands together, looking across the warehouse full of workers.
"And why would we do that?" Aart questioned.
"Because that makes beating the shit out of them all the better, adds a little thrill to the whole situation," Aero responded, eye's locking onto a man berating a younger person. "And I found our target. See the truck at the front, in the middle of the other two, that's the one we take. Go around and inspect the inside for the goods. I'll take care of the driver."
The two separated, Aart drifting to the right most side of the warehouse, Aeron heading straight to the man yelling at the worker.
"And Thirdly, if you can't do your job within the working hours provided then your pullen unpaid work hours, ya hear?" The older man shouted at the other man, who was looking down on the floor, shaking his head responsively. "Good then get back to work!"
Aeron watched the young worker scramble away, his mouth formed a devious smile. This is going to be fun, he cackled in his mind.
"Hello there," He announced to the old man standing by the target truck, "May you be the driver of this here vehicle?"
The old man inspected Aeron, confusion and disdain evident in his gaze. "I may, what's it to you?" He spat out.
"Well I've got orders for ya, from the big man over their." Aeron stated, indicating to the crowd at the warehouses entrance, where the two individuals in black uniforms lay.
The old man's face lit up in fear, his eye's flickering to the crowd than to Aeron before suspicion drew upon him. "And what do our dear bosses want?"
Aeron forced on a comforting smile; his yellow stained teeth exposed to the man in front of him. "They need you to help with a rather pressing issue, something I can't really explain myself. They told me to find you, someone they trust to help me."
The old man's expression changed from fear to shock then to a deep glee. "They said that about me did they, someone they could trust aigh."
"That's right, directed me straight to you, described you as a man that can get stuff done." Aeron went on, complimenting the man, buttering him up with praise.
"Alright, well if they need me who am I to refuse. Take me to this problem you have."
Aeron directed the man to the back end of the warehouse, a quiet place, devoid of witnesses. As they passed the truck's end, Aeron saw Aart inspecting the insides of the truck. The truck's back end being covered by a green cloth, held up by steel bars on the sides of the back of the truck. The two nodded their heads to each other upon passing.
"Where's the issue?" They man asked, upon arriving to the place. The area covered in a slight shadow from the shade of the warehouse, and the trucks covering majority of light beaming in from outside.
"Got a fresh knuckle samwidge right here!" Aeron cried, slamming his fist into the man's face. The old man stumbled back stunned, allowing Aeron to grab him by the shoulders and pull him into a knee straight to his stomach.
The man fell on the ground, groaning in pain before Aeron unleashed a torrent of kicks on his body before he fell silent.
After having his fill of violence, Aeron, breathing in deeply to cool his more violent tendencies, watched the either dead or unconscious body on the floor. He slipped his fingers into the old man's pockets before pulling out a clump of keys. He walked back to the truck deep in thought before arriving to Aart waiting at the trucks back.
"Aart, what ya think of the line, 'got a fresh knuckle samwidge right here'?" Aeron asked, deeply rubbing the bald surface of his head.
Aart closed his eyes and furrowed his head before responding, "Not sure. Its alright but, I don't know. It lacks something, something important."
"Yeah, maybe your right. Didn't feel right when I punched the guy after saying it. Bit corny I suppose."
Aart grunted before indicating to the truck. "You got the keys?"
Aeron pulled himself from his thoughts, chucking the group of keys to Aart, "go give each one a try. One of them will be correct."
"Alright but I think we gotta hurry, I saw the party people leave sometime ago." Aart warned, moving up to the truck's doors, Aeron following behind.
"And, why's that important?" Aeron inquired, looking around, guarding Aart.
"Because of Greg," Aart answered, scorn in his voice. "Cunt might just go and blow stuff up as soon as those nobles left."
Aeron cussed under his breath, "Forgot that bastard was a part of the mission. Why do we even bring him along, he always makes more problems than help us."
Suddenly an explosion was heard on the outside. Flames and heat emitting at the warehouse's entrance, quickly followed by men shouting and feet smacking against the stone ground.
"Like now," Aeron muttered angrily. "You got the door yet."
Aart swung the metal door of the truck open, "Yep."
"Good, lets go!"