In Westside We Trust

[Jacket]

 Meanwhile in the vehicle depot…

A radio in a lounge room was playing a crime rap station that was only available in Tier Five. There were four orcs that sat at a wooden round table in plastic chairs that had steel legs. They were all playing a card game to kill time with while the simple clock that was hanging on the wall, ticking away the minutes. There was no conversation happening as each one focused on their next move in the game. One short goblin that was wearing some dirty clothes that made him appeared he has been working on vehicles for a long time today, passed the lounge room while the door was open to show that the experienced members were not really on duty. This made the goblin stop for a second and stepped back to peer into the doorway due to the sight of the unproductive group of orc guards.

His concern risen about their lack of work around here and the safety security to protect him while doing tasks for the crime family. The goblin walked into the room and caught the group orc's attention.

"Didn't you guysssss already took your fifteen-minute break jusssssst about twenty minutessssss ago?" the goblin said while tapping his right foot with impatience of their lazy attitudes.

All the orcs looked down at him from the table and comparing their size with the goblin, they were way bigger than the short skinny grease covered goblin.

"Give it a rest shorty, it's been dead tonight with no such little activity. We already made sure that every single spot here didn't have an intruder nor someone trying to break in. An expensive electrified fence that was placed here about two weeks ago has also been doing our job as well. Camera feed and guard dogs been covering all the ground outside." an orc said turning around to face goblin since he was the one that sat closer to the creature.

"Yeah but happenssssss if that precious technology getssssss hacked eassssily or an emp bomb obliteratesssss it." the goblin said in a paranoid manner and feared the worse that the masked murdering prime that was being talked through the mafia could show up here.

"We're located in one of the lesser known districts of Tier Five. Most of the places here are abandoned." the mafia member fired back at the goblin mechanic to get off their backs.

"That sssssstilll does-" the goblin was talking but was rudely interrupted by the same orc that was talking to him earlier.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Do I need to transssssslate for you?" the orc jokingly made fun of the goblin's speech which made the orcs started chuckling and grunted along with the joke.

The goblin was getting frustrated with these mafia members and was ready to throw a punch at one of them.

"I had enough of you tussssked fuckssssss!" the goblin yelped in anger but covered his mouth with both hands quickly realizing he didn't have a filter to what he said.

A shock expression was on the mechanic's face and the orcs that heard his insult stood up from the table with some cracking their knuckles in a threatening way. Their cards were dropped from their hands, during the process. The orc that was talking to the goblin stood in front of the creature than soon, they surrounded the tiny being in a menacingly way.

"You wanna take back what you just said about us, tiny dick." the orc mentioned while ready to clobber the goblin.

The tiny goblin was shaking in fear with sweat dripping down from his forehead.

"L-lissssten fellassss I-I didn't mean to call you that. I-I'm s-s-ssssssorrry." The goblin apologized while trembling before them.

"An apology isn't gonna get you out this time shorty, we had enough about you too." The orc replied a menacing attitude that rejected the apology.

Before the first punch could be thrown by anyone, the power to the facility was cut off and they're now in a blackout. Darkness surrounded them, and they couldn't see anything in front of their faces.

"What in the fuck!" the orc roared in a rage about the power outage.

Outside….

Jacket finished destroying the transformer that powered the whole block with his knife that cut all the wires that were inside the metallic box. He could see the street lights were going out, including the vehicle depot's security lights. The prime was wearing his rooster mask while holding the K-BAR Knife. After seeing the power being cut from the orc-occupied facility, he moved in closer to the property. In his mind, he hoped that the electrified fence was off but the only way to test it was to touch it by himself. If this didn't work, he would be in deep trouble. As he came up to the fence, the knife was put away in the letterman and his right hand reached out to grab a hold of the fence. Luckily enough, there were no guard dogs to see him on the outside. The hand slowly crept closer to the fence while hesitation was on his mind. While getting over the feeling, he finally grabbed a hold of the metallic wiring.

He didn't get electrified which calmed him down greatly. Soon after, Jacket started climbing over the fence quickly and dropped down once he was on the other side. The prime reached for his knife in his jacket and brought it out firmly. Jacket started moving cautiously in stealth while he was in the junkyard. The dogs didn't know yet that there was an intruder, but they continued to sniff the area for anything. Orcs could be heard talking loudly to one and another outside about the power outage. One said to patrol the outside perimeter fence of the depot and find out what caused this. There were two orcs that agreed and went on their way to scout. Jacket hid between the junked cars to not be seen while he held his knife in a ready position.

He waited for a minute to hear if someone was coming his way. Sure enough, there was a guard dog sniffing out the place. A Dobermann sniffed the ground while walking closer to Jacket. The dog kept patrolling normally and couldn't notice Jacket hiding. Once the dog turned a corner and vanished, Jacket got out between the cars and continued to move closer to the garages where he suspected that the ice cream truck would be in one of the bays. He carefully walked quiet but suddenly heard an orc grunting while walking which made Jacket hid quickly in one of the cars. The orc had a flashlight since things were starting to get dark in Tier Five while the afternoon was switching over to the evening. He shined around the area to be able to see. The flashlight was aimed at a couple of cars across from Jacket. Suddenly, the flashlight moved along the rest of the cars that was able to spot Jacket.

Now, the orc started to walk between the rows of cars while shining back and forth. Jacket stayed low as best he can to stay hidden. When the flashlight shined on the vehicle he was hiding in. He was nowhere to be seen and the orc continued to walk past Jacket. After the orc walked farther away toward the end of the path, Jacket got out of cover quickly and was back on track to head toward the garages. He still looked around carefully for him not to be spotted. As he walked across a big opened area with barely any hiding spot, an orc smoking a stogie stood at one of the doors to get inside of the depot's garage. The gangster held a flashlight and guarded that door for precautions. Jacket crept quietly to keep his distance away from the light. There was a soda can that was laying on the ground which Jacket realized he walked a crossed it.

He picked up the can and came up with idea throwing it far would spook the thug, making him walk away from his post. Jacket threw the can like a baseball pitcher and when the can land on the ground, it made a loud enough ping that the orc could hear. He grunted and walked away from his post to investigate what caused that noise. The masked prime moved toward the door quickly before the orc would return. Jacket twisted the nob of the door and opened it quietly than shut it softly behind him. It was pitch dark in hear and he hoped that there were no orcs to bump into unexpecting. Himself realized that he had a lighter to use as a little source of light. His hands searched every pocket for the lighter and it only took eleven seconds to find. The lighter was flicked after an of couple times than suddenly, a little fiery flame appeared.

Jacket could sort of seeing what was in front of him and he realized he was in the garage. He walked around still in stealth mode to find the ice cream truck of warfare. Some Mafia owned black cars and SUVs were parked on lifts or lifted in the air. There were large and medium tool boxes that scattered around the room. Some tools were laid on top of them and a couple of drip pans were present on the floor. Jacket walked to each bay and investigated for the truck he was looking for. After searching for a minute, he finally found it. The armor-plated truck that once was a family friendly service was placed in front of Jacket. There were little compartments on the side of the truck that could hold weapons and the front bumper had a push bar with spikes at the bottom poking out. The paint on the truck was sprayed matte black all over the body and the windows were reinforced with armored bars covering it.

Jacket was a little thrilled he found it but didn't express it. He went to the back of the truck to open the back double doors. Before opening the truck, he put away his knife then unsecured the doors. When the doors opened, the interior was remade to smuggle weapons, drugs, spices and other illegal things around on Coruscant. This was going to be a terrific addition to the Westside was all that Jacket could think. Luci would probably be thrilled about having this piece of a vehicle too. He shut the doors behind him quietly and walked up to the front seats with the lit lighter. Once he got to the front, Jacket sat down in the driver seat and looked for the ignition. Luckily the key was still in the ignition which relieved Jacket he didn't have to worry about finding.

He turned the ignition to start the engine and the truck rumbled with the engine cranking than roared with life. Jacket brushed his hands across the steering wheel and looked for a gear shifter. When he found it, he shifted the truck into drive and rev the engine a couple of times. Suddenly the orcs close to the depot's garages could hear something suspicious going on inside.