Jacke's POV
I woke up at the crack of dawn, the blue, red, and violet shades always threw me back at their beauty, but I didn't have much time to revel in that as we got a call, from the one and only, Dutch.
"Morning, Sleeping Beauty, just thought I'd call in to let you know we've got as many trucks as we've got over here heading for the location you sent me. I also took the liberty of calling your Mate and letting her know that she's got resources heading her way. To be precise, as always: 50 trucks, with 25 people in each, armed to the teeth and ready. Another 25 with no arms, they're only there to do the heavy lifting and get shit moving. These are, of course, our exclusive 30' trucks, and the boys are ready to work: They also have been informed of this "Bonus" you mentioned, and they all got excited, so I'd say you can consider this project of yours done in a matter of days," Dutch said, and I had to hold my laughter back, this man always knew how to deliver the goods.
"Good to hear, Dutch, can you send Sisto a message that Damien and I are going to be heading her way today? And, if you're feeling generous, get the word out that I need EVERY able-bodied person that can fight to be sent to the warehouse off of 75th avenue?"
"Consider it done, Boss, I don't know what happened, and I don't think I want to know, but that tone you've got tells me everything, Talk later," He said before hanging up, and I turned to see Damien and Jameson awake, waiting for a breakdown.
"So, what's the game plan?"
"We're going to see Sisto, and from there, to the warehouse off of 75th avenue. This is a war that won't be soon forgotten, and we need to make sure we're as ready as possible," I said before grabbing a drink from the fridge and heading towards the truck with them hot on my tail. I sent Nicki a text letting her know where we were going before we left, and then pedal to the medal towards Sisto's gun shop. If there was one person in Texas that could get us what we needed, it was her. Music blaring from the radio as we raced through the street, anyone could see we were in game mode, not to be fucked with.
As we passed by the stores and apartment complexes, I remembered just how much these people meant to me, there were families here that had nothing but themselves, who fought every day just to survive, while others were gifted money and didn't have to work a day in there life. That wasn't something I concerned myself with, they were their own people, and while I relied on them I made sure I never asked for help without making it worth their time, energy, or even their lives in this case. I didn't know exactly how this would go, but I knew one thing, that Bruja wasn't going to go down without a fight; We were more ready than ever to give it to her, we just needed our people at our back. We arrived at the shop, and parked on the other side of the street, before getting out of the car and stretching, we were stiff as a board. We crossed towards the store and opened the door to see Sisto herself, knee-deep in an argument with a customer.
"I don't care! You said that this weapon was flawless, Perfect! It jammed the first time I tried to use the damn thing!" He said, clearly furious at the quality, but we knew better; He was hiding something.
"Ah, Jacke, It's good to see you again, buddy. Do you mind giving me a hand?"
"For you, Sisto? Anything," I said before approaching the man, who stared at me with burning hatred until I took my glasses off.
"Y-You... you're Jacke Summerall..The crime boss!"
"Indeed I am, and you seem to be belittling my friend's handiwork here. What's wrong with your weapon?"
"It jammed when I tried to shoot it at the range, and no matter what I did, I couldn't fix it!" He said and I reached my hand out, to which he handed me the gun without question, and if it weren't for the patience I had; I probably would've shot him, but I turned and shot once at Jameson, who caught it midair.
"You're work's getting sloppy, Sisto, I used to get hit whenever he shot me," Jameson said before tossing the bullet back to me, and when I turned back to the man he had a look of utter terror on his face.
"Your gun, sir, please be more careful next time."
"Y-yes, Sir!" He said before running out of the store at full speed, not that I blamed him.
"Alrighty Sisto, I guess you already got Dutch's message?"
"I did, and Jameson, you knew his gun was consumer-grade, not for your use. Don't assume shit," She said before typing a sequence onto the keypad, and a guy from the back came and gave her a high five before signaling us to follow after her. We followed her into the back, down multiple flights of stairs, to a vault door.
"Jacke, if you would please," She asked, and I stood forward, typing my half of the code into the system. She typed her half in and the vault door opened, revealing the side of her store that very few ever accessed, and even fewer lived to tell about.
"Welcome to Paradise boys, I already got the order from Dutch about your need for weapons, and they're being packaged and sent to the warehouse as we speak. This, this is for you 3, of course. So take what you'd like, and Jacke, consider my debt to you paid 3 fold," She said before taking a seat outside the vault, the 'Debt' she spoke of was the money and men I gave her to get her shop started, and this holy grail of weaponry was her settlement.
"Of course, Sisto, I cannot thank you enough," I said before we went inside, there were guns, explosives, and weapons galore, but she knew us and knew us well enough to know that this choice was important.
"Oh, and boys! Consider this on the house, as important your choice is, take as much as you need. I won't ask the job, I never do, but if it's important enough to settle ou-"
"Bruja," I said before picking up a hand cannon of a pistol, "What's this one?"
"That would be the PZ 600, the bullets underneath are as natural as you are, anything you hit with that will go down, money-back guarantee."
I tied the holster to my side and all the ammunition in my bag, before setting the gun in the holster. Jameson and Damien were gathering stuff, Jameson just picking out what looked good while Damien was more methodical with his choices. Then I saw it, a weapon so perfect it didn't even look real. There was a scythe on the back wall, split in color down the middle, one side silver the other side gold.
"I thought you'd like her, 15 KG in weight, and your eyes do not deceive you, it is silver and gold; However, like every great weapon, there's a story to it," She said before taking a seat with the scythe in hand, I wanted to hear this.