Jul 15, 2022 11:48:28 GMT -5
Post by Derrick on Jul 15, 2022 11:48:28 GMT -5
It was just like any ordinary day for Derrick.
The Dirty Snakes were somewhat successful with a raid. Their target was a man by the name of Rye Ciera, a man who is rather infamous for constantly flaunting his riches to the public and taunting the poor, daring them to take a crack at him. Of course, it gives him the excuse to sick his security force on them and gleefully watch as any intruders are beaten down. It's not like he's doing anything outright illegal, but he's definitely not a popular figure in the public, and Derry was more than certain that nobody would miss him. Besides, someone's gotta make better use of all of that gold and zeni he's got hidden away, and the mob boss knows that he's the guy to do it.
Thus, a raid against his mansion was devised. After a few months of careful planning, including a bit of infiltration and bribing his 'close friends,' the gang made their assault against Rye's mansion. Though security was very much prepared for random civilians that might be toting around a handgun, they were almost completely unprepared for a coordinated attack where all of the invaders were decked out in kevlar vests and trading out handguns for assault rifles. The guards stood little chance against the gang, and though the Dirty Snakes ultimately suffered a few casualties, the deed was done: Rye Ciera laid still, strewn about on the ornate stairs leading up to the second floor of the mansion, blood staining the carpets all around.
Derrick himself wasn't part of the assault, as he wanted to instead focus on cleanup. The cops would surely be swarming the place and try to piece together what happened, though the ones back at the station will never know what really happened here. As part of the planning, Derrick made sure that a few of their guys undercover as well as a few legitimate cops that accept bribes would be assigned to the crime scene when the time came. Now it was just time for Derry to take the evidence that his boys are grabbing and make sure it's all disposed of. That way, they can get away with all that money and never be connected to the crime. At least, that was the plan.
He was supposed to be the first one to arrive at the scene, but it looks as if his men bet him to the punch as multiple police cars were strewn about across the property already. He orders the three gangsters accompanying him to stay put as he steps out of the car to see just what' going on. The boss was more than surprised to see a whole bunch of unfamiliar faces watching over the crime scene. He doesn't recognize a single one of these cops, which only added to his unease. He needs to know what the hell is going on here. He taps the shoulder of one of the officers at the scene and demands, "So where's the evidence? Did you get it all yet?" The man stares blankly at Derrick as he replies, "Evidence is none of your concern, mister. Go away." "Go away? Do you know who you're talking to?" A few more officers turn around to look at Derry, some of which are slowly moving their hands towards their holsters. The cop he's talking responds, "Yeah, a dead man."
In one swift action, Derry lands a powerful punch against the officer's gut before twisting his whole body around and locking his arm around the man's neck, holding him out in front of the mob boss to act as a human shield. By that time, the rest of the cops at the scene have drawn out their own weapons, but something was off about them. Without any regard for the officer in Derrick's clutches, the rest of the force opened fire on him, but what came out of their weapon weren't bullets, but bright yellow ki blasts. Even with using the officer's body as a shield against the blasts, the sheer power of them knocked the two of them away, blasting the crime boss outside the doors to the mansion and rolling around on the pavement directly outside.
The three gangsters that had arrived to accompany their boss immediately hop out of the vehicle and draw their handguns to support their boss. one by one the officers step out of the mansion to pursue Derrick as he gets back on his feet and begins firing fireball after fireball at the stand-ins. Through careful positioning, he was able to narrowly avoid the incoming blasts as the boss continues to pelt his attackers with more pink flames, all the while they were getting peppered by Derrick's own men. It was quite clear that these guys weren't real officers, or else they would know a thing or two about tactics. As such, it didn't take long for the four men to finish off the remaining 'cops.' "Everything alright, boss?" one of his men ask, lowering his handgun now that the fight was over. Derry slowly turns back around, but before he could get a word out, four more police cars arrive on the scene.
Handguns and fiery fists were raised, but the cars came to a screeching halt. The passenger to one of the cars steps out before he yells out, "Ay, ay, what's the big idea? I know we're a little late boss, but cut us some..." The man's eyes slowly drift over to all of the bodies lying on the grass and pavement, visibly shuddering at the grisly sight. "The hell happened here?" he asks as the rest of the bribed cops and gangsters pile out of the police vehicles. The boss approaches the men and plainly states, "An ambush, that's what happened. Someone knew that I was coming here, and it looks like they wanted to get the jump on me. I'll worry about that part. For now, just do your damn jobs, get rid of that evidence, and find whatever isn't loose inside that building."
With a quick salute, the Snakes officers slowly made their way into the mansion, making sure to step over all of the bodies and puddles of blood on the way in. Derrick turns back to the three gangster that accompanied him and orders, "Return to HQ and grab some better gear. Looks like things aren't done yet." With that, Derrick strolls up to the bodies of the cops, bending down to get a closer look at them to see if they might have any potential identifying marks on them. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't find any sort of tattoos, emblems, or any other sort of trademark feature that would determine what organization they were from. Even after rummaging through their clothes, he couldn't find anything that would connect them to any gangs. Were they actual cops? Regular cops wouldn't just openly attack Derrick, so perhaps...
"You ain't gonna like this, boss," the disguised gangster cries out from the back of the lobby. Derrick turns towards the man before he continues, "Looks like almost everything's been cleared out already. No zeni, no jewelry, no expensive furniture... It's all gone." Derrick slowly raises his sunglasses to rest upon his head and gives out a low sigh. Of course it would never be this easy. but now is definitely not the time for rest. They must figure out what happened and where all the money went. He remains still, lost in thought at what might just be going on until he glances over at the fallen body of Rye Ciera. He silently moves towards the body, taking a closer look at him. Three shots to the chest was all it took to bring him down, but that wasn't what Derry was focused on. There was something a bit off about the man's face...
He pulls his phone out and brings up a picture of Rye Ciera before putting it next to the body. With a direct comparison, it was much easier to tell that there were a few things off. The body didn't have a mole on the right cheek and he had far fewer wrinkles here than in the photo. To the mob boss, it looks like they killed a body double. Rye Ciera was still out there, and it wasn't hard to believe that he was the one who paid those cops and gave them those blasters. He clenches his fist as he slowly stands back up, moving right back towards the gangster from earlier. The only men that even knew about this case were all present here at the mansion, and Derrick is going to get the the bottom of this. He orders the gangster, "Get everyone together. Rye Ciera's alive, and there's a rat among us."
A few minutes go by, and all eight members of the crew are together. These men were not only the ones that made up the cleanup crew, but they were also the ones who raided the place just a few hours ago and were all in on the planning for the big raid. Of course, since this information was leaked out to Rye Ciera, there was only one way this could've happened: Someone sold out. With all eight men standing in a row, Derry paced back and forth, all while keeping a very close eye on their faces to see if there are any potential subtle changes in their expressions. He hopes to catch the traitor as soon as possible so that they might just be able to figure out where Rye is before the rich guy gets any bright ideas or learns that his attempted assassination against Derrick failed.
"Yog, Crae, and Brea..." Derry states as two men and a woman step forward, "Considering your status and rank within the Dirty Snakes, not to mention the fact that I can't believe any of you three would be idiotic enough to stand against me, you may leave the line." Those three were the real easy ones, and he still has two more to go through. "Craw and Whisk, you two came in later in the mission, and as such were given less time to properly know the plan from the backs of your hands. Step out of the line." With that, five gangsters stood by with their weapons draw, leaving just three members behind: Shell, Chee, and Mac. These three were neither loyal enough to be considered that trustworthy, and they were all given the full plan. One of these three knew where Rye is, and Derrick might just have the perfect method to draw him out, for in reality he left out one piece of information in the plan...
"Alright, I think it's time you spoke up. Any suspicious activity, anyone?" Shell steps forward and dryly states, "No suspicious activity to report here, sir. Never saw anyone acting funny." She steps back before Derry continues, "Chee..." Chee steps forward and declares, "I did notice that Shell was always a bit shifty after the meetings. Always saw her just leaving HQ after each meetup." "And that's reason enough to mark me a traitor, eh?" She pipes up as the two of them turn towards each other. "Face it, you were never really that dedicated to the Snakes anyway, so it wouldn't be much of a surprise." "Enough, you two," Derrick shouts before turning towards Mac. "Anything you would like to share?"
Mac pauses for a moment, not wanting to speak right away as he's stared down by Derry, Shell, Chee, and the other gangsters. After a period of silence, he finally speaks up and states, "L-look, I've always just headed back to my place after the meeting. Never really was much of a partygoer or anything." "Now that ain't true in the slightest," Chee suddenly blurts out, "I've seen you stalking around in alleyways, doing your own business there. What're ya hidin'?" Everybody's gaze hardens on Mac, only making the man more nervous at what might just happen. However, in a sudden flip of the script, Mac counters and mentions, "Look, I have other jobs I work at, some a bit more unsavory than others. What excuse does that give you for stalkin' around. Besides, what exactly are you doing with all that skulkin'?"
Chee pauses for but a brief moment, excusing, "Look, I wanted the plan to go off without a hitch, so I went through security at the mansion, I made sure the place gets cleaned up a bit, I made sure Derry would make it on time, and then everyone else arrives afterwards. I'm just careful with planning." "Not careful enough," Derry speaks up, "Nobody ever knew that I would arrive before you lot. How did you know that I would be there before the rest of the gang showed up?" Everybody's attention snapped back to Chee, who began to visibly sweat. In one swift motion, he pulls out a ki blaster in a desperate attempt to blow Derrick's head clean off, but it was too little too late as Derry dived down and swing his foot at his legs, sweeping the traitor and forcing him onto the ground. "Well boys, it looks like we got ourselves a rat. Now... Talk."
Two hours later...
In the industrial park located in the outskirts of North City, two police officers stand guard over the entrance to a single warehouse, though what it contained inside was a mystery. The two men were just standing around, making sure that nobody snuck past them for at least a few more hours until their client was finally brave enough to get a move on and get out of there. The pay might be good, but for the them the job was just incredibly tedious and tiresome. Unfortunately for them, things were about to become far worse as a single black van pulls up towards the entrance. It wasn't a moving van, and they weren't told that anyone else was arriving, so the drew out their ki blasters and slowly approached the vehicle.
If only they had shot first, they might've stood some semblance of a chance against the Dirty Snakes as the suddenly pour out from the back of the van, the gangsters taking the duo out with swift, well-placed shots. With Derrick hopping out from the passenger seat, he orders the driver, "Wait here. This won't take long." The gangsters rush the door to try and get in right away, but realize that the door has been locked tight. Voices can be heard through the other side, and it seems like the cops inside are preparing for the incoming assault already. "Move," Derry demands as the gangsters move out of the way. "When I take this down, throw smoke," he orders, and sure enough two of the Snakes pull out smoke grenades, pins pulled and ready to release.
"Shoot to kill everyone, including Rye. Leave nobody alive," He mutters to the group before kicking the door down in one go. The two smoke bombs go off, covering the entrance in a cloud of smoke as the invade the warehouse. A hail of bullets and ki blasts are sent at them, but with the cover of the smoke it was hard to land many shots, and eventually the men were able to find cover to hide behind. As the gangsters were busy attempting to shoot the cops while they avoid taking shots in the process, Derry began his spree of takedowns, rushing the cops one by one and either pinning them down to the ground and knocking them unconscious or setting them on fire with a few fireballs. The gangsters may be held back by how vulnerable they are, but Derrick was too busy going on his own little rampage. Of course, eliminating the cops wasn't his goal, but rather he was merely just clearing a path to his target: Rye Ciera.
Derrick makes his way into the very back of the warehouse, and inside a little shack lies none other than Rye Ciera, accompanied by two guards. Both of them draw out their weapons as Rye stands up from his chair and states, "Ah, Derrick, it's soooo good to see you. I was just busy trying to-" Rye wouldn't get another word out of his mouth as Derrick fires off three fireballs, one for each of the men in the room. As the pink flames spread across their bodies and they screamed out in agony from the pain, Derry closes the door and holds it down, preventing any sort of escape from the enclosed room. He presses his back against the wall and listens in, taking a bit of satisfaction at bringing the bastard down properly this time.
A few minutes go by, and the fighting seems to have finally come to an end as Derry backs away from the door and approaches his gangsters. Unfortunately, Crae and Whisk were lost in the ensuing fight, but the rest remained mostly unharmed. "Tear this warehouse down. The money's bound to be around here somewhere," He states as he slowly walks away from the group. The men and women get right into work, rummaging through the crates and trucks to see what they can possibly find inside, most of them being filled to the brim with most of the physical belongings Rye once possessed. With one last look inside the warehouse, Derrick steps out of the hole where the door to the warehouse used to be and makes his way over to the van, now finally satisfied with his work.
TWC: 2,942
The Dirty Snakes were somewhat successful with a raid. Their target was a man by the name of Rye Ciera, a man who is rather infamous for constantly flaunting his riches to the public and taunting the poor, daring them to take a crack at him. Of course, it gives him the excuse to sick his security force on them and gleefully watch as any intruders are beaten down. It's not like he's doing anything outright illegal, but he's definitely not a popular figure in the public, and Derry was more than certain that nobody would miss him. Besides, someone's gotta make better use of all of that gold and zeni he's got hidden away, and the mob boss knows that he's the guy to do it.
Thus, a raid against his mansion was devised. After a few months of careful planning, including a bit of infiltration and bribing his 'close friends,' the gang made their assault against Rye's mansion. Though security was very much prepared for random civilians that might be toting around a handgun, they were almost completely unprepared for a coordinated attack where all of the invaders were decked out in kevlar vests and trading out handguns for assault rifles. The guards stood little chance against the gang, and though the Dirty Snakes ultimately suffered a few casualties, the deed was done: Rye Ciera laid still, strewn about on the ornate stairs leading up to the second floor of the mansion, blood staining the carpets all around.
Derrick himself wasn't part of the assault, as he wanted to instead focus on cleanup. The cops would surely be swarming the place and try to piece together what happened, though the ones back at the station will never know what really happened here. As part of the planning, Derrick made sure that a few of their guys undercover as well as a few legitimate cops that accept bribes would be assigned to the crime scene when the time came. Now it was just time for Derry to take the evidence that his boys are grabbing and make sure it's all disposed of. That way, they can get away with all that money and never be connected to the crime. At least, that was the plan.
He was supposed to be the first one to arrive at the scene, but it looks as if his men bet him to the punch as multiple police cars were strewn about across the property already. He orders the three gangsters accompanying him to stay put as he steps out of the car to see just what' going on. The boss was more than surprised to see a whole bunch of unfamiliar faces watching over the crime scene. He doesn't recognize a single one of these cops, which only added to his unease. He needs to know what the hell is going on here. He taps the shoulder of one of the officers at the scene and demands, "So where's the evidence? Did you get it all yet?" The man stares blankly at Derrick as he replies, "Evidence is none of your concern, mister. Go away." "Go away? Do you know who you're talking to?" A few more officers turn around to look at Derry, some of which are slowly moving their hands towards their holsters. The cop he's talking responds, "Yeah, a dead man."
In one swift action, Derry lands a powerful punch against the officer's gut before twisting his whole body around and locking his arm around the man's neck, holding him out in front of the mob boss to act as a human shield. By that time, the rest of the cops at the scene have drawn out their own weapons, but something was off about them. Without any regard for the officer in Derrick's clutches, the rest of the force opened fire on him, but what came out of their weapon weren't bullets, but bright yellow ki blasts. Even with using the officer's body as a shield against the blasts, the sheer power of them knocked the two of them away, blasting the crime boss outside the doors to the mansion and rolling around on the pavement directly outside.
The three gangsters that had arrived to accompany their boss immediately hop out of the vehicle and draw their handguns to support their boss. one by one the officers step out of the mansion to pursue Derrick as he gets back on his feet and begins firing fireball after fireball at the stand-ins. Through careful positioning, he was able to narrowly avoid the incoming blasts as the boss continues to pelt his attackers with more pink flames, all the while they were getting peppered by Derrick's own men. It was quite clear that these guys weren't real officers, or else they would know a thing or two about tactics. As such, it didn't take long for the four men to finish off the remaining 'cops.' "Everything alright, boss?" one of his men ask, lowering his handgun now that the fight was over. Derry slowly turns back around, but before he could get a word out, four more police cars arrive on the scene.
Handguns and fiery fists were raised, but the cars came to a screeching halt. The passenger to one of the cars steps out before he yells out, "Ay, ay, what's the big idea? I know we're a little late boss, but cut us some..." The man's eyes slowly drift over to all of the bodies lying on the grass and pavement, visibly shuddering at the grisly sight. "The hell happened here?" he asks as the rest of the bribed cops and gangsters pile out of the police vehicles. The boss approaches the men and plainly states, "An ambush, that's what happened. Someone knew that I was coming here, and it looks like they wanted to get the jump on me. I'll worry about that part. For now, just do your damn jobs, get rid of that evidence, and find whatever isn't loose inside that building."
With a quick salute, the Snakes officers slowly made their way into the mansion, making sure to step over all of the bodies and puddles of blood on the way in. Derrick turns back to the three gangster that accompanied him and orders, "Return to HQ and grab some better gear. Looks like things aren't done yet." With that, Derrick strolls up to the bodies of the cops, bending down to get a closer look at them to see if they might have any potential identifying marks on them. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't find any sort of tattoos, emblems, or any other sort of trademark feature that would determine what organization they were from. Even after rummaging through their clothes, he couldn't find anything that would connect them to any gangs. Were they actual cops? Regular cops wouldn't just openly attack Derrick, so perhaps...
"You ain't gonna like this, boss," the disguised gangster cries out from the back of the lobby. Derrick turns towards the man before he continues, "Looks like almost everything's been cleared out already. No zeni, no jewelry, no expensive furniture... It's all gone." Derrick slowly raises his sunglasses to rest upon his head and gives out a low sigh. Of course it would never be this easy. but now is definitely not the time for rest. They must figure out what happened and where all the money went. He remains still, lost in thought at what might just be going on until he glances over at the fallen body of Rye Ciera. He silently moves towards the body, taking a closer look at him. Three shots to the chest was all it took to bring him down, but that wasn't what Derry was focused on. There was something a bit off about the man's face...
He pulls his phone out and brings up a picture of Rye Ciera before putting it next to the body. With a direct comparison, it was much easier to tell that there were a few things off. The body didn't have a mole on the right cheek and he had far fewer wrinkles here than in the photo. To the mob boss, it looks like they killed a body double. Rye Ciera was still out there, and it wasn't hard to believe that he was the one who paid those cops and gave them those blasters. He clenches his fist as he slowly stands back up, moving right back towards the gangster from earlier. The only men that even knew about this case were all present here at the mansion, and Derrick is going to get the the bottom of this. He orders the gangster, "Get everyone together. Rye Ciera's alive, and there's a rat among us."
A few minutes go by, and all eight members of the crew are together. These men were not only the ones that made up the cleanup crew, but they were also the ones who raided the place just a few hours ago and were all in on the planning for the big raid. Of course, since this information was leaked out to Rye Ciera, there was only one way this could've happened: Someone sold out. With all eight men standing in a row, Derry paced back and forth, all while keeping a very close eye on their faces to see if there are any potential subtle changes in their expressions. He hopes to catch the traitor as soon as possible so that they might just be able to figure out where Rye is before the rich guy gets any bright ideas or learns that his attempted assassination against Derrick failed.
"Yog, Crae, and Brea..." Derry states as two men and a woman step forward, "Considering your status and rank within the Dirty Snakes, not to mention the fact that I can't believe any of you three would be idiotic enough to stand against me, you may leave the line." Those three were the real easy ones, and he still has two more to go through. "Craw and Whisk, you two came in later in the mission, and as such were given less time to properly know the plan from the backs of your hands. Step out of the line." With that, five gangsters stood by with their weapons draw, leaving just three members behind: Shell, Chee, and Mac. These three were neither loyal enough to be considered that trustworthy, and they were all given the full plan. One of these three knew where Rye is, and Derrick might just have the perfect method to draw him out, for in reality he left out one piece of information in the plan...
"Alright, I think it's time you spoke up. Any suspicious activity, anyone?" Shell steps forward and dryly states, "No suspicious activity to report here, sir. Never saw anyone acting funny." She steps back before Derry continues, "Chee..." Chee steps forward and declares, "I did notice that Shell was always a bit shifty after the meetings. Always saw her just leaving HQ after each meetup." "And that's reason enough to mark me a traitor, eh?" She pipes up as the two of them turn towards each other. "Face it, you were never really that dedicated to the Snakes anyway, so it wouldn't be much of a surprise." "Enough, you two," Derrick shouts before turning towards Mac. "Anything you would like to share?"
Mac pauses for a moment, not wanting to speak right away as he's stared down by Derry, Shell, Chee, and the other gangsters. After a period of silence, he finally speaks up and states, "L-look, I've always just headed back to my place after the meeting. Never really was much of a partygoer or anything." "Now that ain't true in the slightest," Chee suddenly blurts out, "I've seen you stalking around in alleyways, doing your own business there. What're ya hidin'?" Everybody's gaze hardens on Mac, only making the man more nervous at what might just happen. However, in a sudden flip of the script, Mac counters and mentions, "Look, I have other jobs I work at, some a bit more unsavory than others. What excuse does that give you for stalkin' around. Besides, what exactly are you doing with all that skulkin'?"
Chee pauses for but a brief moment, excusing, "Look, I wanted the plan to go off without a hitch, so I went through security at the mansion, I made sure the place gets cleaned up a bit, I made sure Derry would make it on time, and then everyone else arrives afterwards. I'm just careful with planning." "Not careful enough," Derry speaks up, "Nobody ever knew that I would arrive before you lot. How did you know that I would be there before the rest of the gang showed up?" Everybody's attention snapped back to Chee, who began to visibly sweat. In one swift motion, he pulls out a ki blaster in a desperate attempt to blow Derrick's head clean off, but it was too little too late as Derry dived down and swing his foot at his legs, sweeping the traitor and forcing him onto the ground. "Well boys, it looks like we got ourselves a rat. Now... Talk."
Two hours later...
In the industrial park located in the outskirts of North City, two police officers stand guard over the entrance to a single warehouse, though what it contained inside was a mystery. The two men were just standing around, making sure that nobody snuck past them for at least a few more hours until their client was finally brave enough to get a move on and get out of there. The pay might be good, but for the them the job was just incredibly tedious and tiresome. Unfortunately for them, things were about to become far worse as a single black van pulls up towards the entrance. It wasn't a moving van, and they weren't told that anyone else was arriving, so the drew out their ki blasters and slowly approached the vehicle.
If only they had shot first, they might've stood some semblance of a chance against the Dirty Snakes as the suddenly pour out from the back of the van, the gangsters taking the duo out with swift, well-placed shots. With Derrick hopping out from the passenger seat, he orders the driver, "Wait here. This won't take long." The gangsters rush the door to try and get in right away, but realize that the door has been locked tight. Voices can be heard through the other side, and it seems like the cops inside are preparing for the incoming assault already. "Move," Derry demands as the gangsters move out of the way. "When I take this down, throw smoke," he orders, and sure enough two of the Snakes pull out smoke grenades, pins pulled and ready to release.
"Shoot to kill everyone, including Rye. Leave nobody alive," He mutters to the group before kicking the door down in one go. The two smoke bombs go off, covering the entrance in a cloud of smoke as the invade the warehouse. A hail of bullets and ki blasts are sent at them, but with the cover of the smoke it was hard to land many shots, and eventually the men were able to find cover to hide behind. As the gangsters were busy attempting to shoot the cops while they avoid taking shots in the process, Derry began his spree of takedowns, rushing the cops one by one and either pinning them down to the ground and knocking them unconscious or setting them on fire with a few fireballs. The gangsters may be held back by how vulnerable they are, but Derrick was too busy going on his own little rampage. Of course, eliminating the cops wasn't his goal, but rather he was merely just clearing a path to his target: Rye Ciera.
Derrick makes his way into the very back of the warehouse, and inside a little shack lies none other than Rye Ciera, accompanied by two guards. Both of them draw out their weapons as Rye stands up from his chair and states, "Ah, Derrick, it's soooo good to see you. I was just busy trying to-" Rye wouldn't get another word out of his mouth as Derrick fires off three fireballs, one for each of the men in the room. As the pink flames spread across their bodies and they screamed out in agony from the pain, Derry closes the door and holds it down, preventing any sort of escape from the enclosed room. He presses his back against the wall and listens in, taking a bit of satisfaction at bringing the bastard down properly this time.
A few minutes go by, and the fighting seems to have finally come to an end as Derry backs away from the door and approaches his gangsters. Unfortunately, Crae and Whisk were lost in the ensuing fight, but the rest remained mostly unharmed. "Tear this warehouse down. The money's bound to be around here somewhere," He states as he slowly walks away from the group. The men and women get right into work, rummaging through the crates and trucks to see what they can possibly find inside, most of them being filled to the brim with most of the physical belongings Rye once possessed. With one last look inside the warehouse, Derrick steps out of the hole where the door to the warehouse used to be and makes his way over to the van, now finally satisfied with his work.
TWC: 2,942
