[BR:3v3] PAY DIRT

[Elias Church]

Elias Church had a pathetic Bounty. Fact. His Captain, a Yonkou, had over four hundred times his worth, as dictated by the dogs of the Government. Fact. Elias Church was pissed. Fact. Therefore, the Storm Riders were about to ravage the relatively peaceful Ohara at his behest and, with everything going to plan, the townsfolk wouldn't even know about it.

The day was coming to a close. According to the information Nikon had gathered, the repository of funds dug into the base of one of the roots of the massive tree that gave Ohara much of it's fame would be easier to conduct the robbery then. Opening the tiniest of slits from which to peek out from, Eli saw that they'd found their destination.

Elias, Nikon and Ichiryu had traversed the mysterious psuedo-dimension of his Doa Doa no Mi and found themselves in the heart of the bank - the vault room. It was just that easy. There was no trouble in dealing with guards, or alarm systems or anything like that. If anything, being sealed with the money would work to their favour in that, if by some miracle they were discovered, the law had to fight through a sealed vault. "As easy as that..." A smug grin cracked the casual veneer the orange haired pirate tried to adopt.

Making quick work, Eli opened another door in the ground and prepared the bags of swag to be buried into his door space to be retrieved later. His Captain and the Crew's Gunner would be free to take positions of defence, just in case, or speed the collection process up.

[Ichiryu Midora]

The man known as Ichiryu had come on this mission for one reason and one reason only: the money. He did not care too much about fame, though that could make things more interesting, but he did care about cash. He intended to use his money to buy himself some better guns, or perhaps just upgrade his current ones. Either way, his money would likely go into weaponry. It was what he excelled at after all. He was not pleased with Elias, but for this particular case he would agree the man had uses.

As he stepped out of the 'door' he walked over to a wall and pasted a big sign on the wall. It was the flag of the storm riders. Below this he pasted three posters, the wanted posters of Nikon, Elias and Ichiryu. He wasn't bothered about fame, but if he was doing something he wanted the credit for it. Once that was done he moved over to a position where he could see the vault door quite clearly, but could not be seen hardly at all. Elias could do most of the leg work here. He was here as a safeguard against intruders and that was why he got his reward. When it came near the end of the robbery he would grab some swag probably.

"Let's get this over with." he said quietly with a slight bored tone to his voice as he loaded his favourite gun, one bullet at a time. He had been hoping for at least a bit of action, but considering their arrival hadn't even triggered an alarm it seemed unlikely. He wondered if there was anyway they could be seen within the vault by those outside. If so then they may be in for some fun after all. One bullet at a time did not take long even at a casual speed, but it gave him something to do. He yawned and through a couple of bags of cash into the door. It gave him something to do.

[YONKOU BYAKKO]

The bank job had been planned to within an inch of it's life. They all knew their jobs well enough now that they could more or less do them in their sleep. Church was essentially their getaway driver as well as the muscle for loading the bags into the dimension created by his fruit, he needed to keep loading as long as possible even if they were interrupted by some less than friendly guards along the way. Ichiryu was on point more or less. If anything actually came through those doors, he had been given a direct order to make sure they didn't get very far into the room without being all dead and the like. And Nikon? Well, Nikon was the insurance policy if it all went tits up as well as the mastermind. Moving the chess pieces that were his crew around the board of life was exciting, especially since he had no control over his opponents pieces, the Marines.

But why was Nikon Fausto even here? Simply put, he was bored. He didn't much need the money, and he had as much fame as any pirate, more than most in fact. He was here simply to find some amusement in this dull existence. Pissing off the Marines and making a shitload of cash in the process seemed to be the most enjoyable way of doing so. Smile in place, his white cloak swished through the gap in reality as he stepped out of Church's door space and into the vault. Taking a brief second to adjust his eyes to the lighting, he stepped forward at a fair pace to do his first job. His body heated up dramatically in a matter of moments as he reached the vault door and grasped the heavy locks within his palms. Seconds passed, in his mind he knew that the guards on the other side of the door knew they were inside, there were sure to be Den Den Mushi within such a full vault. But he didn't care. They'd have a hard time getting inside the vault itself, and a harder time taking the three of them down.

Removing his hands from the hinges and taking a few steps back, he continued to raise his temperature, allowing the heat to form a shield around his body as he looked upon his handiwork. The hinges were melted down into positions that they could not swing freely anymore. To get through that door, someone was going to have to break it down. The question was, could they do that before the Storm Riders were on their way home?

[Elias Church]

A slick and sickly smooth operation the Storm Riders had going. Church would get them in and bag the cash. Nikon would melt the vault door into the wall, making for an even more difficult threshold to pass and Ichiryu would provide cover for any little surprises that might come their way. The heat his Captain produced to seal the door was always stifling however, especially when three bodies were trapped in what was a tiny metal room.

Moving bags and boxes around until a hefty mound found itself to one corner of the room, Eli was just about done. Catching Midora at his position, the Dooman thought an easy few million in cash would brighten his attitude and make a start in restoring the crewmantes' relationship since their clash back at HQ. Eli couldn't say for sure though.

"Ready!" Church called out almost absent mindedly, and stomped on the ground. In a moment the entire contents of the corner had slipped and fell into oblivion. A door appeared in the ground to swallow what Eli estimated to be around 150 million. 50 for each involved. With a slight nod and wave to his companions, the orange haired man hopped down too.

He would wait until the whole gang followed before closing their escape and preventing any sort of chase from the law.

/EXIT

[Ichiryu Midora]

The melting of the door had been the second stroke of genius of this particular venture. It was the true weakness of a bank vault. It was designed to keep people out, not to keep them in. Of course, to most this would never really matter as few couldn't get into a bank vault without breaking in. In fact, almost nobody could except the Storm Riders thanks to church. With the help of Nikon the vault door became that much harder to break into. You wouldn't be able to open it at all without breaking it, even if you knew the code. If the mad gunner was honest, and he general was, though most would describe it as blunt, he was not needed for this venture at all. He was merely there as backup. Anyone who broke in would get a bullet in the head.

However, it seemed they would not be getting interrupted anytime soon. He looked over at Church as the man said he was ready. Ichiryu's accurate eyes cast a gaze over the money. There was approximately 150mil. That was plenty for their first job. It worked out at 50mil each. He nodded and then quickly walked over to them. As the door opened and the money dropped Ichiryu walked over to the door and dropped through with a grin. "Nice job Church. Seems you can do this right." he said as a bit of a joke. Though it was also slightly serious.

[EXIT]

[YONKOU BYAKKO]

So there it was then. This job had been easier than taking the proverbial candy from a baby. With the door completely sealed thanks to Nikon's heat based abilities and Church able to get them in and out as easily as breathing, it had been a no brainer when it came to sorting out a plan. Even an intelligence far beneath the Oncoming Storm's would have been able to work this one out. Ichiryu had rounded out the team nicely, his ability to shoot things with unerring accuracy giving his position on both the crew and the team for this job credence.

Hearing the pounding upon the other side of the door, Nikon let out a laugh as he stepped towards the waiting portal. Turning his body away from the door just as he was cleared the entrance with his right foot, he raised his right hand and thrust it towards the den den mushi looking down upon him, middle finger raised. When the Marines heard about this, and considering it very obviously involved a Yonkou it was a certainty that they would, they would get the message from him. The message he was sending out was a simple one really. Go fuck yourselves... Stepping through the doorway into nothing with another laugh, Nikon Fausto was a happy man indeed.

/EXIT.

[MIKEY]

Complete. Fifty million has been added to each profile.