Gods Among Men The Burnley Freight Yards

Saarai

Lord of Bondage and Pain
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The Burnley Freight Yards, situated in the southern area of Gotham's Burnley district, are the chief location for most major imports into and exports out of Gotham City.

Because of this the warehouses in the freight yards are often occupied by Gotham's different crime organizations. The most notable is the Cobblepot Organization, who all but control everything that happens in the freight yards.
 
The Calculator's tracking of a stolen shipment of Black Mask's weapons lead to a warehouse in the Burnley's freight yards. It was owned by Two-Face, his goons patrolled all around the area. They had men on the roofs, cars circling the yards, they weren't taking any chances. They knew retaliation was coming. After the stunt they pulled earlier in the day it was only a matter of time.

The rain had let up quite a bit, the clouds parting just enough to allow moonlight to shine down on Gotham City.

Inside the warehouse, Two-Face's gang loaded up the stolen weapons in a toy truck, hiding them under action figures of the Justice League and other heroes. "I heard Batman don't like guns. Fitting that we put a Glock in here with his toys." One of the gang members joked, "Anyone seen Harry?" Another asked, "Busy with some shit in the East End. Some of Black Mask's guys selling drugs in our areas." A gangster answered.

"We're almost ready to move. Make sure the coast is clear. I don't need cops or anyone else ambushing us. Check in with our boys on the radios."
 
Mauricio had to call in a favor for a disposable van, and owe a favor to some 'high-end' outside help. The van was large and hollow, and carried the guys, each one having a considerably bigger or better gun with them. Mauricio himself went and picked up a Colt CM901 from one of his stashes. The help he got brought their own guns, which were basically powerful shotgun, twin UZIs, and an assault rifle customized with a grenade launcher. The weapons would be the only things normal about them. If someone were to look at everyone in the van, then they would notice that three people stand out like a halloween-themed house on Valentines Day. These three were from an organization called "Asesinos Mexicano Espía", and they were very good at what they do, if a little eccentric.

So'rolla was easily the most normal-looking out of the three, wearing white pants and the Mexican version of a Hawaiian shirt. La Luna Loco was...well, let's just say that Bane's not the only one with a luchadore theme going on. Madame Mariel was a mix of the two. She didn't wear normal clothing, but she definitely didn't take it to the extreme like her masked cohort. These three were the best at what they do, and that would be assassination. And they would be the edge that helps them in this.

As soon as they pulled over near the warehouse that the Calculator had tracked, the three went to work, disappearing as soon as they were out of the van. Mauricio himself wasn't surprised, and called the Calculator to thank him for his services, and transfer the payment. As for the others, he told them to get out and get ready, because things were about to get hot.
 
"Everyone looks fine." One of the gangsters in a patrolling car said over his radio, slowing down a bit as he spotted Mauricio's van.

It could be nothing, but it was worth checking out. The gangster brought his car to a stop with a bit of distance between himself and the van.

Pistol in hand, he climbed out of his car and began his approach.

"Looks abandoned." He said to himself, not immediately seeing anything out of place. But in Gotham City things like that were out of place.

In the warehouse the last of the guns were packed up, "We're good to go." A gangster called out the the others, "Gear up. Black Mask will be looking fine his weapons and any two-bit outfit wants firepower."
 
"It's Muertos Time."

La Luna Loco snuck behind the gangster, and quickly grasped the man's neck. In a moment the front of the gangster's throat would be out of place, and in the wrestler's hand, leaving a bloody hole where it once was. As the gangster hit the ground, La Luna Loco looked at Mauricio and grinned.

"That was freebie."

Sounds of gunfire went off, showing that Madame Mariel and So'rolla started their assault.

"Heheheh...Let's get over there."

The masked assassin started running, and in a moment, he was gone. Mauricio sighed as he got out of the vn and picked up his gun. He ran over to the Warehouse to see how things were going.
 
"Backup! We need backup!" A gangster shouted as he retreated from the gunfire in the warehouse. They outnumbered their attackers, but they weren't prepared for heavy hitters to show up.

The tables had been turned on them since earlier in the day.

Bodies dropped, bullets slammed into walls, a few square feet of land had become a war zone in the middle of Gotham City.

It was like the old days. Back before The Batman showed up.
 
It didn't matter where or how, a battle like this always brought adrenaline. The chance of dying was high, and every bullet that missed was another teasing kiss from Lady Luck. Some live for this adrenaline, others dream of it, and yet others have felt it so much, so many times that they were used to it by now. As for Mauricio...well, he liked it every now and then, but he wasn't really all that fond of situations like these. They had to be careful not to damage the guns, and killing all of them would only mean that they couldn't interrogate anyone and find out what their boss was thinking on doing. He was too busy thinking on things to enjoy the rush.

He shot many rounds himself, but he spent most of the time hiding behind cover, aiming for anyone that tried to make a break for it, or tried to run off with anything that even looked like the shipment. Still...Mauricio couldn't help but feel nostalgic. The Batman's appearance stopped this kind of firefight from happening all over Gotham, and this could only be a taste of what things used to be.
 
It didn't take long until Two-Face's people were beaten back. They were wounded, dead, retreating or surrendering.

"Waving a white flag over here!" One of them called out, throwing his hands from behind a crate.

"We both know the Bat or some of his friends will be here soon. We can avoid broken faces and jail time." He said, trying to save his own skin.

It was the pragmatic choice. They all needed to live to fight another day.

"I leave, you take the guns. Deal?"
 
"Hm..."

The notion was definitely a good-sounding idea. No one else dies, they get the guns, and Two-Faces guys leave their sight. It seemed alright, but a glaring problem showed. The fact that these goons would go and tell their boss what happened. That wasn't good at all. Not only that, Black Mask would probably have some questions about why it took so long. Questions that Mauricio didn't quite have the answers to. Still...He thought up an idea he'd have to resume thinking on later, when the threat of the Bat and his merry band of justice friends wasn't so close.

"Fine. Get going. The Bat's probably on his way now."
 
"Thanks." The gangster said, quickly running for an exit. Anyone and everyone else who could move followed his lead. Some were too injured to get far, the Batman would swoop down on them like a vulture eventually.

The guns were loaded into the van already, they would have been moved and distributed among the gangsters working with Two-Face had Mauricio not shown up.

There was going to be another reprisal eventually. A new Gotham mob war had just begun.
 
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