Chapter 4: Chapter Four: Arms Dealing
A truck's wheels bumped against a large rock hidden in a worn path, causing the chassis to buckle and shake. The engine of the truck guzzled and rumbled its tone as fuel exploded inside.
The truck was a beast of a vehicle, with black heavy armor plates protecting its contents and a thin slit was all the driver could see through.
On the sides and back doors of the vehicle were various pieces of art work and graffiti of Grimm being crucified and flayed by twisted humans laughing at the torture inflicted on the demon-beasts.
Inside the cab was Carrow, the passenger seat was empty as both Max and DeeJay sat in the back of the vehicle, watching over six heavy metal and spatially compressed containers.
They were geared in high-quality metal and military gear. After they found out they could craft the Cobalt Juggernaut suit, they reverse engineered the Kevlar material and made their own tactical ballistics vests, along with their customized metal face masks.
DeeJay's being an Demon Oni mask, and Max's a creepy porcelain smile, with Carrow being the most unsettling; following Max's idea of using ceramics, but his was far more detailed and 'edgy'. One could say that Carrow was an 'Edge Lord'.
Each of them cut the figure of an experienced, if unhinged, combat operator.
Three of the metal containers carried around seventy-five thousand 5.56 fire dust rounds.
One of the containers carried twenty-five thousand 9 millimeter dust rounds, and two of the containers carried 250 handmade-but very deadly C-4.
The C-4 was made with both explosives and dust as previously just an experiment, but proved to be exceedingly more powerful.
They tried the same experiment on ammunition and produced improved versions of incendiary, high-velocity, and explosive rounds; but decided not to sell them.
It's been around three months since their exodus to Remnant, and this was their second deal with the White Fang.
The first was more of an introduction and was paid largely in lien, but they managed to negotiate with Sienna Khan about getting Atlas tech in their hands.
When they mentioned they could make the White Fang bullheads and arm an entire small army, she was sold, although untrusting due to their secretive nature.
The White Fang still had no clue that they were dealing with humans, with Carrow's groups refusal to remove their masks, and the fact they smelt like sulfur, blood, and Grimm guts, along with the fact that no sane human would ever try to enter Menagerie in fear of being lynched.
With all of these facts it was hard to think that the three strange men were human. That didn't dissolve them of suspicion. Sienna had tried to get them to speak about where they were getting all of the weapons and explosives, only to be met with silence.
She tried to follow them, only for scouts to report the fact that they were driving into the 'Badlands' as it was often referred to by Kuo Kuana. A wasteland filled with exceedingly deadly Grimm along with being largely uninhabitable.
Unwilling to play with the lives of her scouts, she could only let her curiosity fester.
The payload truck drove along the dirt path before coming to a stop in a clearing. There, various cargo bullheads had landed, all but one had the white fang logo, and instead was a Schnee bullhead.
Max opened one of the doors to the truck and DeeJay hopped out. The White Fang soldiers that were grouped around tensed, but relaxed as Sienna Khan walked out of a bullhead that had the markings of a flagship.
"How's my favorite terrorist leader doing?" DeeJay led out, causing numerous grunts to tighten their hold on their weapons.
"We are freedom fighters, Oni." Sienna bit out, her face tightened.
"Okay, Okay, what ever you say~." DeeJay sang with a patronizing tone, only causing the tension to rise.
"Do you have the shipment?" Displaying grand amounts of patients and temperament, Sienna cut to the chase.
"Yeah, yeah, kill my fun. 75k of 5.56 rounds, 25k of 9 mils, 250 C-4 explosive charges, and lastly 500 AK-47-D." DeeJay listed off lazily. "You get our part of the deal, Sienna?" Suddenly his entire demeanor changed, form lackadaisical and mischievous, to cold and unhinged.
Sienna couldn't help but give a reflective swallow at the change, she knew that these men where deadly, how deadly she didn't know, but no one who survives in the badlands is weak.
"Two Atlesian-Knights-200, four Atlesian-Knights-130, and a bullhead Cruiser class.
Along with the blueprints for the Warship and Frigate class." She stated, fighting off a stutter at the beginning.
"Then lets make the trade. Grin, Lord, get your ass's out here." Oni yelled at the truck.
The back and front doors opened, both men wore the same gear as Oni, yet their masks where exceedingly different.
Oni's mask was already rather intimidating, but the newcomers had truly twisted features.
Last time they made a deal they simply had metal face masks, although Oni had his unique mask, now they seemed to have picked up the fashion as well.
Lord or Carrow rather, watched and stared menacingly at the White Fang troops, causing nearly all of them to break out in cold sweat.
Grin, as that mask fit the name, started dragging out large black metal boxes, before dropping them near Oni.
Oni beckoned one of the grunts to grab a crate for storage, before he suddenly started materializing boxes of ammunition inside of the fetched crates.
No one batted an eye at the obvious semblance, and simply continued with the transaction.
It only took them about fourty minutes to get everything loaded, before the White Fang left; wanting to get away from the madmen.
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