Subtheif doin subtheif things

"So Archerfish you got the stuff?" Questioned Clamagore

"Yup, think the client will show?" Archerfish responded with a question of her own.

"Yup I see him bearing 113 at half a knott." Clamagore said pointing her finger.

"You gals got the pants." A man spoke with a thick Italian accent.

"Yup, you got the navigation compass?" Archerfish returned.

"And some of ma's fettuccine alfredo." The man nodded as he passed down the compass and two to-go containers.

"Pleasure doing business with you." Clamagore responded.

"Next time I'm payin ya in Whiskey." The man said as he walked off. Leaving the tow submarines with their pay.

"So whats up Barb." Clamagore asked with a grin.

"You get me to the museum right now, or so help me I will demonstrate revolutionary on your asses." Barb responded with a ghostly echo.

"Let's get her to Georgia pronto." Archerfish stated as the duo turned around.

"Oi Eugen." Archerfish said as she seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

"Scheisse!" Prinz Eugen jumped at the chuckling submarines.

"We secured 60 liters of Weihenstephan that we will give you. Provided you deliver this compass to Georgia without mentioning how you got it. Deal" Clamagore responded on the other side with an arm outstretched.

"Deal." Eugen said as she thought of the joy of drinking some good beer for once.

"Too easy." the Subs said as they slipped out of sight.

""ROCK PAPER SISSORS""

"Yes, now you get the beer. I will get the tinker shit." Archerfish said while Clamagore sulked.

Archerfish stalked through Squealer's safehouse with practiced ease. She found her target, the EMP pulse cannon ready to be mounted but left laying around. Taking a look around she grabbed the weapon and snuck out of the building, barely missing Squealer's shocked look as she came back in the room and found the gun missing.

"Firing in 3, 2, 1. Firing EMP." Archerfish called out the EMP pulse wave to the warehouse in front of them.

"We have 5 minutes till the police show up." Clamagore pointed out.

"Clear this place of TP and valuables, then RTB." Archerfish responded.

"Roger."

Roy Christner came back to his house only to find it covered in Toilet Paper with a note taped to the door. 'YOU STILL OWE US'

"I got out of debt to the mob, and now I am in debt to the submarine mafia. Out of the pan and into the fire I guess." Roy mumbled to himself.