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Narrators point of view

In the dead of night, the gang that was fighting for Dominion over the city was unloading their guns. These guys were hard and criminals the toughest of the tough nothing could phase these gang members that was until they silently were getting their throats slipped by knives coming from the shadows

It took them a while to realise what it happened as their numbers slowly began to decrease as they began dropping like flies. There was no alarm raised no one called out for help. No one could they were too busy choking on their own blood as two masked figures wearing the colour of Blue climbed into the van carrying the guns meant for their own gang. That was the only time where they notice something was wrong.

They called out and yelled and shot out to the van, but it was no use the thieves got away leaving a pile of dead gangsters and an angry gang in their week

Thug: what the fuck was that? Who stole our fucking gun!?

Another thug: I saw them for a second they were wearing the colours of the other gang. It has to be the reservoir dogs! There's no other explanation

A bigger thug: yeah he's right no point in investigating or look into it at all we know who's responsible now let's go kill those fucking dogs

Field by bloodlust in anger the gangsters that were left called their boss and told them what happened who was furious the war between the two gangs it only just begun and it was already getting quite heated

Little did they know that two little imps were fuelling the flames as I drove off giggling to themselves in the van that they used to steal all the guns

Barb laughed: I can't believe that actually worked that wasn't like assassins Creed call of duty shit!

Michael nodded as he drove: yep but next time we do this they're probably gonna get more guard so we gotta be more careful... But anyway onto the next stage of the plant I've already got a bike set up with the other gang all we need to do is drop the drop off get the money and then we do the whole thing again just on the other way round and again and again until

Barb smiled: until we are rolling in it! I love how that big beautiful grain of yours thinks

Michael smiled as he drove off tonight and thus began the hustle of stealing from one gang to sell to the other Michael and Barb did exactly what they said they were gonna do. They sold the guns from one gang to the other after stealing them and getting all the profits and because None of the thugs or gang bosses were the sharpest knife in the drawer they didn't catch onto the hustle they just kept blaming the other one.

It wasn't long before an all out war happened between the two gangs and it was even shorter before they all wipe each other out allowing the smaller gangs to grab up the territory however they were not the victors in this transaction. The victors were the ones who were making it rain.

The succubus threw the money up in the air: fuck yeah!

The money scattered all over the floor of her house they had gotten millions to trillions of dollars in just a couple of weeks so much so that the popstar/succubus was able to pay off her debts that her agent left and still have plenty left so much so that her two new roommates could be making money angels

Barb: I never thought I would see this much money! this is fucking incredible!

Michael laying in the money: if you like this now you're gonna love it later because this is just the first step when I'm done everyone will respect and fear us and will have more money than we know what to do with