A perfect heist

The man in front of them was taller than them in statue, standing higher than 2 metres. His body bulged with muscles, his body spotless of hair, besides for the slicked-back blond hair on his head. The man's eyes emitting a vicious nature, the eyes flaring red ignited in the shadowed night.

What shocked the four the most was that the man in front of the stood buck naked, besides for a pair of white boxes.

"Mate I, don't know how to put this but you're naked," Greg informed him, averting his eyes away from the man. The others looked at Greg before similarly averting their gaze, nodding their heads in agreement.

The man stared at them baffled before staring at his boxers, "Yeah I kinda knew that. Happens from time to time when I'm called during the dead of night." He told them, his face still visibly confused by their response.

Yossarian slipped a pair of gloves into Alfie's hands and a tube of powder, who slowly put them on during the commotion.

"Right, yo Aeron you good in there?" Aart asked, staring towards the smashed cab. They heard a small cuss emerge from inside before Aeron responded, "Yes! Why did you have to bring me into this, you idiot?" He cried to them, opening the door on the other side of the truck, slamming it closed.

He looked towards the naked man before introducing himself, "Hi, I'm Aeron."

The man became even more confused, rubbing his forehead with his fingers. "Listen, I'm not here for introductions. I'm here to stop this little heist or whatever you attempted, probably killing a couple of you in the process."

Alfie took a step towards him, shaking his head in agreement, keeping his hands behind his back. "Fair, fair, however, it's a bit too late for that by now."

The man focused his gaze on Alfie. He walked over to him, his height towering over Alfie. "And how do you consider that?" He growled, tired of the group's shenanigans.

Alfie matched the man's look, a smile creeping on his face. "Because you've just wasted your entire night chasing the wrong people, you stupid fuck," He blatantly told the man.

The man's eyes deepened in colour, into an engulfed charcoal, his muscles tensing, veins bulging from his skin. "Is that so?"

"Yep," Alfie uttered back, before quickly tipping the tube of powder on his hand before slapping the man's face. The powder ignited into a bright spark and crackle, blinding both men. The man stumbled back, hiding his eyes behind his hands, letting out a deep growl.

The trio behind Alfie rushed forward, Greg and Aart rushing for his arms, Yossarian diving for his torse, ripping out a knife from a holster strapped around his right legs ankle. He aimed for the man's belly button. He gripped the knife with both hands, using the force of his rush to carry the knife into the man, yet only the tip slightly penetrating into the skin.

The man, recovering the sudden flash slap, smashed his left foot onto Greg's foot, breaking it. Greg let go of the man, screaming out his pain in a flurry of curses. With only his arm, he flung Aart into the trucks smashed exterior.

Yossarian sensing he was next, dived away, leaving the knife stuck in the man. "That was a valiant attempt, a bit cowardly but I'll accept it," the man stated, flicking the knife off, the small cut in his stomach quickly healing. "If I'm being fair there wasn't much you could have done against a Celeres like me."

"If you liked that, then your going to love the next part," Yossarian chuckled, standing up, indicating to his stomach. The man looked at his stomach in confusion, not sensing anything wrong. "Give it a second, you Celeres have a strong immune system, right? That would take the Tetrodotoxin that was laced on the knife a while to act," Yossarian informed him winking.

The man eye's widened, a fuzzy sensation slowly creeping from his gut before all feeling started to numb.

"Paralysis poison, why on Gaia are you carrying something like that?" Alfie questioned, pulling out his own knife, its blade a large clean piece of silver zigzagging down.

"Oh, you know in case you need to torture someone on short notice. Never expected to use it on someone that's immortal, good chance for an experiment I suppose." Yossarian commented, eagerly eyeing the Celeres in front of him.

"That doesn't fuckin matter now!" Greg cried, hopping around on his one good foot, holding the other with his hands. "Bastard broke my foot, how do ya expect us to escape now!"

"Yeah, and Aart's face is a bit fucked right now. Suppose he can still run though," Aeron informed them, comforting a crying Aart. "Get up ya baby, Mumma ain't here to cuddle you anymore."

"A broken foot is the least of your problems right now." The man grunted.

"Yeah, yeah, we get it, we're dead. Be more original." Aeron shouted back.

"In all honesty Alfie you got a clue in how we're getting out of this?" Yossarian asked.

"Without running of course," Greg added.

"Just be patient, sometimes the universe is lucky to those that wait." He replied, flipping the knife in his hands.

"Right, well I guess whilst I'm being patient I'll try not to die." Yossarian retorted

The man dashed towards Yossarian, he formed a fist, slamming it towards Yossarian, who quickly rolled out of the way. The man whipped his foot out, slamming into Yossarian, forcing him into the ground.

Yossarian, biting his lip looked back to see the man start to loom over him. Alfie stared in fascination at the tattoos on the man's back, five small circles were drawn on his spine, their shapes similar to the sun. Alfie felt the tattoos placements to be familiar before his train of thought was cut off by Yossarian swearing as the man was about to pounce on him.

Alfie rushed forward, flinging the knife into the man's back, the blade swirling into the air before it slightly cut his back. The man's focus didn't look away, he grabbed Yossarian's left foot, flinging him into Alfie, sending the two crashing into the ground.

The man then averted his gaze to the Dolphin brothers. Aeron let out a cry, "Aart stop sulking like a wuss and fight the fucker who beat you."

Aart slowly got up. Even though Aart's body was large and muscular, it still wasn't comparable to the Celeres. The two-faced each other, Aart let out a deep shout flinging his right hand towards the man. The Celeres caught the blow, wrapping his bulky left arm around it, trapping it and started pounding Aart with his other hand. The Celeres did two body shots to Aarts sides, his ribs cracking after each blow, then the man sent a hook to Aart's head, knocking the man out cold.

Aart's body slumped the ground cold. Aeron looked at his brother in pure shock, "Knew you fuckers we're strong but come on, Aart was 100 kilograms."

"And your next," the man growled etching his way closer to Aeron, a cruel smile fixated on his face. Suddenly he stopped, the paralysis growing to his thighs, restricting their movement.

Yossarian stood up, taking deep breaths from being winded. He noticed the man's sudden hesitation and let out an exhausted laugh, "Finally feeling the effects of that poison, are you?"

The man gave Yossarian a venomous look, yet his right hand moved to his heart, the numbness slowly surrounding it.

"That's right the bastard poisoned you, don't come for me. Get him!" Aeron cried, pointing to Yossarian.

"Aeron, seriously?" Yossarian exclaimed.

"What? You're expecting me to fight that," Aeron shouted back, indicating to the man caught between their rambling.

"Listen!" The man shouted, his voice booming into the quiet night. "How about I kill both of you. However, to sell out your friend, that's something that condemns you to go first."

The man made his way to Aeron, who cursed his luck. Aeron pulled out a revolver tucked in his backs waist, blasting the man in the face, the bullet penetrating through his head.

The man stopped for a second, his face seeming to blank out for a moment before his eye's gained focus again. "Now that was just silly wasn't it." The man replied, the bullet falling out of his head, the wound sealing up.

"It was worth a go." Aeron explained, his hands dropping to his sides.

"Shoot the bugger in the foot ya dufus," Greg ordered.

The man shot his eyes straight at Greg to shut him up. Aeron, having no other option, aimed the barrel of the revolver to the man's ankle, blasting a wide hole into his foot, and sending a deafening noise into the night.

The man slouched over, grunting from the pain, but didn't get up. The paralysis stiffened his legs muscles, making it harder for him to move.

"Look at you Greg, who knew pain made you smart," Alfie commented.

The four of them watched the Celeres struggle to get up, the veins on his head bursting with anger. "Guess the paralysis came in clutch there Yoss, nice going," Alfie stated, inspecting the crouched man's back. "Such fascinating symbols must be a good story behind them." At Alfie's mention of the tattoos the man tensed.

The headlights of a vehicle poured on them, as a car made its way down the road in front of them. It stopped a metre away from them, an old man dressed in cotton clothing, got out and strolled up to them.

"Sammy, bless your soul. You've come to save us." Greg wept, hopping his way to the man, who looked at him with bewilderment.

"What do you mean, what's going on? I suddenly felt a sudden chill down my back and the impression that you lads were in trouble. Something guided me to you lot." He told them, his eye's falling on the crouched man. "What in blazes is happening?"

"We don't have time for that, Yoss, Aeron get Aart into the car. Greg, I'll help you to the car. Sammy, I called you here for a swift pick up, we need to move and fast." Alfie informed him, ordering the others around him.

Sammy fixed his gaze on Alfie before moving into the car, "Alright then, get in quickly."

After storing Aart in the trunk, the car speedily drifted away, leaving the butt-naked man in cry in pain, slowly moving his body. The paralysis slowly losing its effects.

***

The car ride was quiet, each one exhausted and in pain.

"So Sammy did the boat heist go well?" Yossarian inquired, slumping against the car's seat in the back.

Sammy looked at him through the rearview mirror before responding, "The sleeping gas you and Lucile made worked like wonders, knocked out most crewmates on the transport ship when it infiltrated the air vents. Made taking the spoils on a whole lot easy. We've got all we wanted and more know."

"That's good, that's good." Yossarian repeated, feeling drowsiness creep into the corners of his mind.

"Hate to be the bearer of bad news, but after that tragedy back there, you lot need to go into hiding. Can't have you flashing your face around after exposing it as you did. Going to have witches pulling through that man's memories, and they won't stop hunting you down till they find ya."

"That's expected," Alfie added, rubbing his eye's. "Got any ideas, Yoss, anywhere you would like to go?"

Yossarian pondered the question for a moment, before answering, his mind going to earlier in the day. "Maybe France."

Alfie looked at him, nodding his head, "nice choice."

The car went on into the quiet night, lights off, blending into the dark streets, sirens blasting in the distance.

"Yeah, maybe France." Yossarian pondered