Chapter 3 - The Plan

Back at Dmitri's Headquarters, people were preparing for the plan. There were different men, set into different groups.

There were the fighters, who had armour and only melee weapons. They had large, bulky bodies, bodies too good for guns. There were gunners, which were men armed with assault rifles and armoured with vests and leg armour. The last type of men were the mini gunmen, the weakest and least respected men in the team. They were armed with a single pistol, and tiny, sharp knives. They weren't even given any armoury, and they only got heals and ammo if there are leftovers. They also had to fight in jackets that could be easily penetrated with the shot of a bullet. They were basically the team's sacrifices.

"Alright guys," said the boss, Sergeant Major Jean Yeager. "Now that the Co-Boss, A.K.A Dmitri has distracted Ivan, it's time for the plan. I have failed too many times and I'll get a huge promotion if we succeed here! Johnson, bring me the map of the house!"

Sergeant Major Jean Yeager had the looks of an average German Man. He had short cut gray-black hair, black eyes, and a height of 5' 9''. He appeared to be in between his late 30's to his early 40's.

"Sure thing, sir!" replied Johnson.

"So," started Yeager. "Ivan JR.'s room is right there. There are exactly three window ledges, perfect for three men to grapple hook on. Hanson, Stevenson, and Barb will take care of that. Gentlemen, here are your hooks and ropes."

"Thank you sir!" said the three, in unison. The three of them dashed to the armoury room, grabbing their thick, black vests and hard, metallic leg armour.

"Should we take our rifles with us?" asked Hanson.

"We shouldn't really need it," replied Stevenson. "It gives us unnecessary weight and also, I think we would fail the mission if we fired at her."

"Gentlemen, I totally forgot!" shouted the boss through the hall. He rushed through to the men and gave them some sort of gas mask. "Sneak behind her and put this on. It's sleeping gas. Then, move her into the van and put in this note."

Then, he laughed maniacally as though he just did the evilest thing of all.

"Allan!" yelled the boss. "You will be our driver!"

"Yes, sir!" replied Allan. "Let's get a move on!"

"Their address is: 152 Redwood Velvet Road!" said Stevenson. "About a 15-20 minute drive from here."

They entered a large white van, just like the van a delivery man would use, although no fancy logos were showing what company it worked for. Allan grabbed out his phone and started finding directions.

"Head southwest to the Rutem Bridge," said the AI voice on his phone map.

18 minutes later, they arrived.

"You have arrived at your destination!" said the AI voice on Allan's phone map

"Grapple Hooks ready?" asked Allan.

"Ready!" said the other three.

"Remember, sneak up to her while she's turned around," said Allan. "We have to do it for the boss."

They shot their grapple hooks flawlessly, hooking onto the window ledges. As they climbed up, pieces of ledge started crumbling. Their bodies started shaking, but they had to do it.

"If you're scared, you're weak!" thought Barb loudly.

"Give up now, or get mocked!" thought Hanson.

Little by little, they climbed up, attempting to catch their breath on the ledge.

"I got the gas ready," whispered Stevenson.

"I got the note ready," murmured Hanson

"Let's get going," said Hanson.

Reluctantly, they pulled up the window, making tiny squeaks. But Ivan JR. was just pointed the other way, focusing on her game. The three snuck in, and Barb quickly removed Ivan JR.'s gaming headphones, while Stevenson slammed the mask onto her. Hanson took out the note and left it on the ground. The three shut the windows and slid down the ropes as fast as a fireman sliding down a pole.

"Excellent job!" exclaimed Allan. "Now, let's call Shpion."

Meanwhile, Shpion and Ivan were talking about their worst accidents.

"So, I fell off that tree and--"

Ring Ring!

"Oh, excuse me, Ivan. I got a phone call."

"Hello, Dmitri. It's Stevenson. We are coming to your location right now. Knock Ivan out and get him in the car."

"Of course," whispered Shpion.

"Hold up Ivan," said Shpion. "I gotta stretch."

While pretending to stretch, Shpion charged up power in his arm and punched Ivan as fast as lightning. Ivan blacked out, just as the van arrived at Shpion's location.

"Perfect," said Stevenson. "Two captures. Time to return to HQ."

They drove back to their HQ, laughing maniacally all the way. Back at the headquarters, Yeager had great news.

"We'll become so rich! I'll explain everything in a minute!" yelled Yeager, excitedly. "I will even get a promotion! MWA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"