LOCATION: UNITED STATES, FLORIDA, MIAMI

TIME: 1000

OPERATION: NONE, STATUS UNKOWN

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"Spare change?, spare change for a veteran down on his luck?" Y/n asked anyone who passed by

One man in a varsity jacket walked over to him, dropping a few dollars in his cup

"Thank you sir!, much appreciated!"

"Wait a sec, fucker gave me 3 dollars!" Y/N muttered as he begged for his dinner

After a few minutes he noticed a white van pull up to the bank located across the street, with some suspicious individuals inside

10 seconds later the Van's doors burst open, with 6 men running out and into the bank, all dressed in combat gear and- clown masks?! Except for one who wore a white mask with a white hoodie over it

"Not your problem, not your problem, not your pro- ahhh fuck it" Y/N Muttered as he stood up (making sure to get his cash though)

As he crossed the street he checked to see if his right glove was okay, "fuck, come on you peice of shit"

As he walked inside he was still fiddling with it, but to others it looked as though he was going through withdrawal and simply scratching his hand the way a addict does

"HEY!, HANDS UP-ASS DOWN!"

"Hey man, look man, I dont care man, I'mma vet-eran down on his luck, ,I just need a few dollars, I ain't gonna lie to ya- it's for crack!"

"HEY, TAKE CARE OF THAT ASSHOLE, PASO!"

"GET! DOWN!"

"Arlight man, alright" Y/N began sitting down, when he suddenly flicked his wrist, causing a 1911 to materialize into his hand and shot the criminal in the face

(Sick ass music if you want it)

Turning he came face to face with another criminal holding a bundle of money and about to smack him, only to be interrupted by the rest of the magazine being dumped into him

Diving behind cover, he narrowly dodged a barrage of hailfire

"PASO AND LIVERPOOL ARE DOWN!"

"3,3,3, sumbitcin 3, three new mags, and a partridge in a pear tree!" Y/N sang quietly as he moved the gun into into his left hand, And flicked his right three times spawning 3 new magazines which he shoved 2 in his pockets and reloaded

Vaulting over his cover, he ran to the teller counter, taking cover again

Popping up he fired 3 rounds into another

"COYOTES DOWN!"

"WE GOTTA GET TO THE ROOF, COME ON!"

As the remaining 3 criminals ran for the stairs, Y/N ran close behind

As they went up Y/N shot at them, hitting two, one in the head and the other the leg

"ARRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHH, I NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED A MEDIC BAG!"

"SHIT THE MASKS DOWN!, I GOT YOU PHOENIX!" The other shouted as he picked up his comrade

With one carrying the other Y/N caught up easily

When they reached the roof exit, Y/N was right behind them, firing 3 rounds into the one carrying "Phoenix"

"ROPE!' Yelled the other Heister as he tumbled through the door

Y/N paused behind the door, reloading his gun once more, he shoved it open

"DONT SHOOT, I GIVE UP!" Yelled the last heister as he raised his hands into the air

"No one was supposed to get hurt!" He pleaded, before taking a righteous pistol whip to the face mask

Twisting his wrist again the pistol demateralized

"Dont give me that ex-presidents bullshit" he muttered as he planned what what do next

The police would be here soon, he needed to leave

"HARDCORE PARKOUR!" Y/N shouted as he jumped to the roof of a neighboring building

Quickly he ran over to the fire escape, almost falling off with how fast he went

Dropping to the ground he tried to look inconspicuous as he walked out onto the sidewalk

(You can stop the music now if you like)

"1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10" he counted, on the tenth second sirens could be heard in the distance

After a hour of walking he arrived at his destination, 'miami ammunition' a gun store and range owned by his friend, Robert Isaiah Peterson

"RIP, WHERE YOU AT!" He called as he walked in

"KEEP IT DOWN DICK TWIST, THE FUCK YOU WANT!"

"A double cappuccino espresso with 2 sugars, name: your mom"

"Ha ha, alright wise ass what are you here for?" He asked as he stepped behind the store counter

"You known that bank about a block away?"

"Uh, yeah down on brickell Avenue, what about it?"

"6 guys tried to rob it"

" *sigh* keyword try, right?"

"Yeah, might be 3 or 2 alive"

"Dammit, you need to get outta the city, hell the state!, they'll be loking for you"

"Yeah, maybe I'll go to Tucson, or Savannah, maybe DC actually"

"In any case you need to be more careful man, I know the loss of your-"

"DONT!, just..... just dont, okay?"

"Alright, but you need to more carefull, you dont even care what happens to you, do you?" Robert asked worriedly "and what happens if you do that again?, and they just shoot you dead!?, your too reckless, *sigh* look I care for you man, your like a brother too me, so just stay careful"

"Alright, I'll try"

"And before you go, I have a little parting gift" he informed him as he hefted a large gun case onto the counter

"Ooh, early christmas?" He jokingly asked as he opened the case

"And a early grave for your late enemy's"

As Y/N picked up the 'item' inside, his face turned to a combination of pure joy, shock, wonder, and horniness?

"H-ho-holy shit!, rob if you wanted to fuck me you could of just asked!, Holy hell this is sumbitchin!"

"Like I'd want to fuck your ugly ass, its nice right?!"

"Damn straight!, where the hell did you get this!?, the devil or jaysus?!"

"A buddy down in Nevada, this one is the final version of the Atchisson prototypes!"

"Nice!, imma fuck up baber with this sumbitch!, and the mags?"

"Drum and standard rifle, 20 and 8 rounds respectively, and I have 4 drum and 6 standard"

"Hell. Yeah." Y/N stated as he put the gun back inside the case, which he proceeded to close

"Well, I wish you luck brother, may your beer stay cold, your boots stay dry, your knife never dull and your rifle never jam"

"Thanks man, may your dick never turn gayer, your 'wife' actually fuck you, and your beer belly not be mistaken for pregnancy"

"Yeah yeah, fuck you too, now get the fuck outta my shop!"

"Yessir!" Y/N shouted as he picked up the case and set out the door

Outside he hailed down a cab, who sped him towards the airport

On the way he had one thought on his mind, "🎵Tucson, arizona, Phoenix and Indiana, theres only one place for meeeeeeee!"

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Back at the bank, there was now a swat van, multiple police cars and 6 ambulances

There was a armored car, belonging to team ga- rainbow

Beside stood 4 operatives bantering, but stopped when the 5th operative 'ash' approached

"The heisters were a part of the 'tax return' gang, a band of criminals who perform independent jobs or contracts worldwide and today they had a contract with the white masks, hence why the white mask was here, about 30 seconds after they entered the bank a homeless man entered, when they ordered him to get on the ground he pulled a concealed pistol out and killed 3, the remaining heisters went for the roof, only for two to be killed, including the white mask, and the final one was knocked out, only suffering a concussion and a leg wound"

"Damn, must have been a vet to do all that"

"The police are working on the identity of our brave vigilante, I also talked to harry and hes impressed, he wants us to find the vigilante and bring him to harry"

"So he wants to recruit a hobo?"

"Yeah, pretty much"

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KICK ASS!, the story's realy starting off now!

1356 words, and a few references to boot!

I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, new one coming soon

Goodbye, and big chungus

Oh yeah, sorry about this getting published earlier, I fell asleep and i guess it published on accident or something