Anton, Keith and Dillan continued to drive and watch for tails. When they were sure they were in the clear they headed to one of the secure workshops and transferred to another van. The old van would be re-furbished, re-sprayed, upgraded and kept out of circulation for a while. The new van had been fitted with all the latest gadgets and gizmos.
"How the fuck is that even possible !!!" exclaimed Dillan reading one of the spec sheets that came with the van. The guys went through the specs and tested some of the new features.
"I can't wait to try this out on a job !" said Keith.
Anton's phone rang.
"OK, we will get right on it as soon as we're setup" said Anton "OK, lets go, Keith, head towards Tower Bridge train station".
"Are we going on a train ride ?" Asked Keith.
"Nope ! have patience. We have a job waiting for us so best get a move on." said Anton.
Keith drove round the back of the station and the main entrance of The Shard.
"OK stop here." said Anton "Keith stay here, Dillan you're with me."
Keith watched in amazement as Anton and Dillan walked into the Shard's main entrance. He saw the pair of them walk back out a while later looking very excited.
"OK, lets unload the van and take the gear to our new home. When we're unpacked, we have a quick but potentially messy job to do." said Anton.
"Can't it wait until we're ready ?" enquired Keith.
"No, the husband is prepared to pay 30 million quid to get un-wifed before the end of the day." said Anton.
"That's very short notice ... so how do we approach this ?" asked Keith.
"Well, we don't have the normal sophistication because the geeks aren't here yet, so this will have to be a simple hit-and-run job. The husband is a gangster, so we could pretend his wife got hit in the cross-fire between gangs. Dillan, research who his enemies are, so we can pretend to be one of them, that should give the police a juicy target. Keith work out various escape routes where we can utilise our new 'toys'. He has paid us half ... in diamonds ! I have no idea how we're going to move those !" said Anton
The three of them got to work.
"OK, the gang boss and his wife have been invited to a function few miles away. I suggest we fake a bust of automatic fire into the car, hitting the wife but missing the husband. Dillan, do you know of a sniper rifle that fires the same round as an automatic weapon ?" asked Anton.
"At what kind of range ?" asked Dillan.
"About fifty yards, " replied Anton.
"But at that range you would be better of using the old British LMG " replied Dillan.
"LMG ?" said a slightly confused Keith.
"Light Machine Gun. It looks like the old Bren gun from World War Two, curved magazine on top, sights on the side, fires a standard 7.62 round ... my point is that it was too accurate to be useful as a machine gun because they are designed to put rounds in an area, not a specific point like a rifle." said Dillan.
"Ah I remember those !" said Anton.
"The LMG can be switched between semi-automatic and automatic. So, we switch the LMG to semi-automatic and fire one round through the windscreen to kill the wife, a few near the husband to make it look good and then fire a burst of automatic fire harmlessly around the rear of the car, it must look and sound like they were machine-gunned by another gang and the husband was very lucky not to get hit." said Dillan.
"Oh that is brilliant in its simplicity !" said Anton. "I think we have an LMG in one of the weapon hides."
"Why are we hitting her ?" asked Dillan.
"Because her husband is paying us 30 mil." said Anton.
"No, I mean why does he want her dead ?" asked Dillan.
"She has been screwing a rival gang's boss and passing info." said Anton.
"Any reason why we only target women ?" asked Keith.
"It started out like that, but we have hit quite a lot of men too." said Anton. The three of them walked out of the apartment.
Meanwhile, at the gangster's house.
"Are you ready ?" shouted Bruce.
"Hang on, I'm still picking out a Gucci bag to go with me shoes" shouted Candice.
"We're already late, so come on !!" shouted Bruce getting more angry.
"OK, lets go." said Candice walking down the stairs, her huge fake boobs almost overflowing out of her dress. They both got into his car and drove off.
"And this time, stop swearing, we will be in polite company and I want to give a good impression !" instructed Bruce.
"Oh who gives a fuck about those toffs, I'll say what ever I please !" said Candice displaying all the style and sophistication of a road crash.
"You can take the woman out of the sewer but you can't take the sewer out of the woman." said Bruce.
"Oh fuck ..." Candice was interrupted by a loud crack and a small hole appeared in the windscreen.
"What the ... " shouted Bruce as more rounds entered the car making a cracking sound followed by a thumping sound. He briefly saw some muzzle flash coming from a red van parked a few meters ahead. He couldn't see the occupants because of some strategically placed boxes.
He swerved and a burst of machine gun fire tore into the rear of the car. He quickly remembered about the hit he had ordered on his wife, who was now slumped in her seat with a small hole in her head. He turned right, straight into oncoming traffic and crashed the left side of his car into a taxi just to make sure she was dead.
The occupants in the red van closed the doors, pulled out and sped up the road. Bruce pulled out his phone and texted "red van". He climbed out half pretending to be dazed and shocked.
"Job done !" said Dillan removing the magazine from the LMG. He cocked it, picked up the round that had just been ejected and pushed it back into the magazine.
"OK, head for the nearest ... " Anton was interrupted by a burst of automatic fire tearing into the back of the van spraying everyone with glass. Even though light armour was standard on their vehicles, some rounds got through the small rear windows.
"Shit ! the police couldn't have made us that quickly !" shouted Keith.
"The police would never use automatic weapons on a public road, I suspect it's our gangster client trying to save himself 15 million." said Anton.
The van swerved as the two rear tires got hit and semi-deflated. The tires weren't bullet-proof but could still be driven for a short distance with no air in them.
"Quick ! I've got an idea ... play possum. Keith; when I say 'NOW' pretend to crash on the left side of the road. Dillan; get ready to let rip when they come into view !" shouted Anton. Dillan lay back down on the floor, put another magazine onto the LMG, put the butt into his shoulder, cocked it and waited.
They turned a corner with the gangster car a few yards behind. On the passenger side of the car one of the gangsters was shooting at them with a sub machine gun.
Some 9mm rounds slammed into the rear of the van.
"NOW" shouted Anton. Keith turned left, grazed a parked car and stopped. The crash had to look realistic to fool the gangsters behind that the occupants had been hit. Anton leapt into the rear and opened the doors just as the gangster's car came into view. Dillan emptied all thirty-two armour-piercing rounds into the car which swerved left, scraping along several parked cars before crashing into the back of their van, spraying glass and one dead gangster all over Anton and Dillan.
"Keith - GO !!" shouted Anton shoving the deceased gangster out of the back and closing the rear doors. The tires screeched as Keith floored the accelerator and the van sped away.
"Shit !! I think the van is damaged !" said a concerned Keith.
"Why what's wrong ?" asked Anton.
"The van is rapidly changing colours, I think they hit the computer !" said Keith looking the van's dazzling multi-coloured reflection in the passing shop windows.
"Shit, we can't stay unnoticeable with that psychedelic light show going on !" said Keith feeling around the back of the touch panel. He pulled some wires. There was a shower of sparks, the screen went blank and the van went back to its normal boring black.
"It's an interesting effect though." said Dillan "Perhaps we could use it to hypnotise the local women into having sex with us !"
"OK, we need to do things the old-fashioned way and get back to the secure workshop as fast as possible. The local fuzz will be all over this very soon." said Anton picking a piece of glass out of his arm.
"This attack doesn't make any sense !" said Dillan "That gang must know it isn't just us three, they must know there are others."
"It doesn't make sense to me either so lets just be extra careful." said Anton.
"Hang on guys. I'm getting a 'Device Attached' warning !" shouted Keith looking at the red light on the dash.
"OK stop here, I'll check the van." said Anton.
Keith stopped the van and Anton got out. "Cheeky bastards !!" said Anton pulling a GPS tracker from under the wheel arch and attaching it to the side of a passing bus.
"OK, lets go." said Anton jumping back in.
"So one of the reasons for the attack was to distract us and plant that tracker !" said Dillan.
"I guess so, which means we now have the added complication of another group to worry about along with the police !" said Anton.
A while later some mechanics finished their tea and walked to the main workshop area to be presented with a bullet-holed black van with two shredded tires and covered in blood and guts. Under the windscreen wiper was a note that simply said 'Oops !'.
"Jesus ! What happened to you guys !" said a very concerned Greg looking at the blood-soaked trio as they walked into the new apartment.
"Just another hard day at the office !" said Anton calmly.
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