Chapter 1

》》Jason Dutton《《

"Check mate."

My opponent's eyes widened. She looked desperately across the board for a move to change my words. But when she found none she sighed and knocked over her king.

I smiled in satisfaction at another effortless victory meaning another successful plan for tomorrow night.

I gave her a handshake and rose from my seat as the man on stage announced, "Our district winner, Jason Dutton!"

I walked to the man who stood at the entrance and gave him a handshake. "Congrats, do send my greetings to your father."

"Will do," I promised with a smile.

I walked away saying under my breath, "Will do when I see that man in hell."

The game of chess is not just any old board game but it is also the game of life. You can be represented as the king, all the others are the people around you. Check mate means game over in the game but check mate in real life means your life has come to an end...

Those were my father's words, the greatest chess player of all time. Too many victories to count, only 3 draws and no losses.

If you were born to a father like that you would be proud to have him as a father but I'm not. Despite all his achievements in the chess world he has none in my life...

I walked all the way to my apartment building, greeting fellow neighbourhood members and friends on the way.

I closed my apartment door behind me and let myself collapse on the couch.

I heard the door open then close followed by a familiar voice.

"You back. I got us some beers."

I sat up and looked up at Jack Viking. My best...scratch that, my brother from another mother.

The strongest fighter around, who knows everyone which contributes to his ability to find high quality equipment at the best price.

He handed me a beer and I gladly accepted it.

"Oh and I got some bad news," Jack said.

I looked up at him as I took a sip of my beer.

"We won't be able to do that jewellery store tomorrow night cause they closed it for renovations."

"Great," I sighed.

"But I was thinking how about the bank, down by kings avenue. It's quite a distance from our base which gives us plenty of time to get the cops off our tail and the vault's alarm is damaged and they're only getting it fixed in two days time. My good man Wesley works there as a guard and can help us inside," he explained.

I thought about it for a moment, thinking of the possibilities. Finally I concluded saying, "Call everyone else for a meeting at base in ten minutes. Tomorrow at three o'clock we strike."

I walked into the basement of the mansion and there stood my crew. We don't really have a name but I relate them to my chess pieces though we did lose three humble soldiers a year back and we dropped to 12 pieces. Well, since I recently hired Calvin we're at 13, but that doesn't mean we are less of a team. We just have fewer but stronger pieces on the board.

My front line soldiers:

Felix

Phantom

Skye

Sean

Sarah

Mandy

Felix and Phantom, my two speedsters, faster than flash himself when it comes to getting the job done.

Sky and Sean, my thinkers on their feet. Have excellent aim with any type of heavy machine and use the best techniques to ensure the job is done effectively.

Sarah and Mandy, bad girls. They are the vixens, there to seduce and enchant anyone in their way. Two beautiful ladies who know how to take out anyone.

Then we have our main powerful soldiers, the most important:

Sandy

Tyler

Master Mind

Calvin

Jack

Roxy

Sandy, my sneaky snake, she is able to get past anything in her way, be it security systems, guards or just a plain old fence.

Tyler, our getaway driver. She knows every street, every building, and every landmark in the city.

Master Mind, our hacker. He can crack any password, code, security system, you name it. He can crack it with no effort needed.

Calvin, the youngest in our crew. He is just a high schooler who wants to do something to make himself feel useful. He is the most innocent looking and is used as bait.

Down to my two most trustworthy pals.

You've met Jack. We've been best friends for 17 years and we just considered ourselves brothers.

Last but not least and definitely the most annoying is...

"Hey bro!!" exclaimed Roxy.

Roxanne Dutton my annoying younger sister. But since I have no girlfriend or wife and never will. She is my queen. She is beautiful, smart, daring and is just an expert in all aspects of crime.

I stood at the table in the center of the the basement where everyone else was gathered.

"Right. I called you all here to tell ya the heist for tomorrow night is off but, I got a new target in mind," I announced.

Jack turned off the lights and switched on a hologram of the city. I zoomed in on the bank.

"This is our target. The alarm is broken so it won't be much of a problem. At three o'clock tomorrow the chief of police is meeting with the mayor way over here. That is when we strike.

"We will have to be quick, in and out. Felix, Phantom, Sarah and Mandy, you guys will sneak in through the back with Sandy in charge at 14:55 with the help of a guy, his name's Wesley. Get all the cash you can, don't touch the gold it'll be too heavy. Y'all will have to work quickly cause at 15:05 we all gotta be out and far away.

"Three o'clock on the dot, Jack, Roxy, Sky and Sean will come in with me through the front and make it seem like an armed robbery is about to take place when actually the real robbery is taking place in the back.

"Tyler will be waiting outside with the get away car for us and Calvin will be waiting at the back for y'all with a sweet ride. And you guys will just glide past and make your way here as if you weren't the crooks while we lead the police down to the west side of town.

"Do we have a plan?" I finished.

I looked around for any faces of confusion but only saw looks confidence. I smirked in satisfaction.

"Good. Tomorrow at two o'clock meet here to get disguises and equipment."

Once they all left I remained with Jack and Roxy.

"How was your tournament?" I heard my sister ask.

"I made it to provincial," I sulked.

"Congrats. Dad would be happy," she smiled sitting on the table.

"I think we all know he wants nothing to do with him," I heard Jack tell her as I took a look at all the weapons which lay on shelves which went across the wall.

"So which gun you wanna carry with you during our grand entrance at the bank? Cause I know you pretty fussy," I asked looking at the machine gun in front of me.

"Not until you tell us when you getting a girlfriend."

I heard him laugh as he approached me. He lay his hand on my shoulder and I puffed in anger and his laughing ceased.

He stood beside me and looked at the range of guns before us. He walked up room cautiously analysing each and every gun until he came to halt.

"Aha!" he smiled. "Come to papa!" He picked up a heavy bolter. My eyes widened at his choice but after thinking about it for a moment, I found it pretty normal from one as extra as himself.

"So Jason, tell us. Where's our queen?" he asked again.

"You're not getting one."

"But why? As far as I remember you don't have a love life."

"Cause I actually take Bob Marley's advice, no woman no cry."

"Well, you gotta at least get into bed with someone."

"Trust me Jack, my brother doesn't have hormones. I've tried," Roxy said from where she was sitting.

Jack put his weapon down before asking, "Why are you the one trying, you two are siblings by blood right?"

I picked up a gun as they chatted away. I scanned it and checked how comfortable I was holding it.

Some of these weapons I don't even know how to use. Jack was part of the army at a time in his life so he knows most of these weapons and taught me how to use them.

I came out of my own little zone when I heard my name. I put down the pistol in my hand and answered, "I'm listening."

I went to a button on the wall and pressed it so the shelves would be hidden behind a garage door and a hologram of a wall.

"Tell me, why is your sister trying to seduce you?"

"I don't know, maybe she's been in bed with every guy in the city and wants to take on me. Or she just doesn't have a life. I don't know," I stated.

Roxy needs help. She is not right in the head at all. She has tried seducing five times in two weeks. It's not that she desperately wants to lose her virginity, she's been there and done that. She just needs professional psychological help.

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I looked at the watch on my wrist for the time.

14:59

"Lets get this show started," Jack sighed opening the door before stepping out of the van.

I put on my black face mask and got out of the van then opened the door for Roxy. She stepped out and wrapped her arm around mine.

Skye and Sean lead us into the bank, machine gun in hand. Followed by Jack with his heavy bolter.

We walked inside. Skye and Sean fired shots at the ceiling as Jack yelled, "Alright! Everyone on the ground!! Don't move! If you call the cops, I blow your head off!"

Skye and Sean went around collecting everyone's cells while Jack kept an eye on everyone. Roxy and I made our way to the manager.

Roxy pulled out her automatic pistol and shot the telephone on the manager's desk. I pulled out my gun and pointed it at his head.

"Please don't kill me!" he begged fearfully.

"Give us the keys to the vault," I ordered.

"I don't have it..."

"Liar!"

"I swear..."

"I'll blow your head off in three..."

"I swear!"

"Two!"

"I don't..."

"One!" I yelled loading the gun.

"Here!! Take it!!" he screamed throwing keys at us.

I caught them and walked out as Roxy shot his legs.

I threw the keys at Jack who went to open the vault and take a bag of cash left for us by the others.

Leaving the vault opened we made our exit.

Just as we got into the car the police arrived.

Sky and Sean opened windows and used machine guns to shoot at the police. This would ensure that they followed us and not anyone else leaving the bank.

Tyler switched on the radio to hear the conversation going on between the police.

I need backup. They're going down south west towards the fourth exit.

Just as we approached the exit there was a blockade being formed by police.

Tyler took a sharp right into William street. Breaking the speed limit she sped down the quiet street.

She passed an intersection causing police cars to collide into one another. She took a sharp left into a secret passage before the bridge.

We lost them.

And those words meant success.