24Gotham County, New Jersey - Several Miles West of Sommerset Township - 01:30 - August 12th, 2004
Driving up a dirt road through the woods outside of Gotham in the middle of the night was not the way Richard Fisk would have preferred to spend his time, but he had a job to do, whether he liked to or not.
"Go over the plan again," In the back of the car, taking up two seats by himself, Waylon Jones told Richard as he looked out of the window, barely able to see the stars from between the tall trees that dotted the entire place around him.
Behind the car, four black unmarked vans followed the car Richard and Waylon sat in, making their way deeper into the woods.
"We're heading to one of our drop-off points to pick up our latest big drug deposit, It's mostly cocaine seeing who our supplier is, but there's some meth and opium in smaller supply." Richard Fisk told the Green-scaled man.
"Okay, I get that," Waylon told Richard, "But why the fuck are we doing this in the middle of the night?"
"Because we don't want anybody to see a row of unmarked vans driving into the woods in broad daylight," Richard calmly told the man, "It's all precautions set up by Bossworth," he explained, "He doesn't want Batman to get involved, Luckily according to what we know, he's currently somewhere in France trying to shut down King Snake's shipping operation there,"
"I thought King Snake worked from Hong Kong," Killer Croc grunted, ignoring the bumps on the dirt road causing the car to jump a little.
"He does, his main base of power is in Hong Kong, but when the UK handed the island to the Chinese Government 7 years ago, the man decided to make sure to expand his operations globally, That's why the bastard is building gangs in France, Italy, Egypt, India, and even here in Gotham," Richard turned the car down a split in the road, driving another hundred meters before reaching an old and abandoned lumber mill, "The point is, Batman is currently out of Gotham, but Bossworth still wants us to take this job as seriously as we can, meaning we're driving black vans in the middle of the forest less than two hours after midnight,"
Richard turned off the ignition of the car, "We're here," He said as he opened the driver's door of the car and got out, Waylon Jones grumbling to himself as he squeezed his body out of the back seats.
The two men waited another minute for the vans that followed to reach the lumber mill before parking themselves and opening the back door of the vehicles, four goons exited from the back of the vans, and two more from the driver and passenger seats.
Twenty Four henchmen, Killer Croc, and The Rose.
"Well boys, we know what we're here for," Richard told the men before he grabbed a flashlight and turned it on, lighting up the dark area around him, "Don't forget your lights, We don't want any of you to get cut by some rusty equipment, Tetanus is no joke," He smirked as he heard the goons chuckle, "Now remember, Each Van needs to have the same spread of goods, first we'll be getting the drugs out of the lumber mill, then we're splitting them. I'll be keeping watch of the cars, if any of you find yourself in trouble, give me a call, and I'll send Croc to help you out."
Killer Croc grunted as he crossed his arms hearing Rose's words.
"I have a list of what we're picking up, so don't try and keep some of it for yourself, nobody wants to deal with that," Richard continued, "Get the drugs, bring them here, we split them in the vans, and then we drive back to where we're supposed to deliver them, after that we're all going to go home and catch some Z's. I'm sure all of you are itching to go back to sleep, so let's get this over with~" Richard pointed his flashlight at the abandoned building, "Get in there,"
"Kay Boss!" The goons nodded as they began the process of taking the drugs out of the lumber mill.
"...This is it?" After twenty minutes of waiting, seeing the goons enter and exit the building carrying boxes and crates of illegal substances, Waylon Jones asked.
"Is what it?" Richard asked him to elaborate.
"This," Waylon waved his hand at the building, motioned at the growing pile of boxes beside him and Rose, "All of this is so... Where's the action? The Cops trying to bust this down, The Capes trying to stop us?"
"What? Is this boring to you?" Richard raised an eyebrow beneath his mask.
"Honestly? Yes," Waylon answered.
"Boring is good," Richard told him, "Boring means we don't need to worry about our getaway being stopped, about a man dressed in a bat costume knocking us out, about the cops coming in to arrest us," He chuckled, "Boring is the best outcome for a job like this,"
"I know, I'm just... I guess I'm used to more action happening..." Waylon grunted.
Hidden under the night sky, covered in green and brown camouflage, a man readied an air gun loaded with a tracker chip.
He looked through the scope of the gun, aiming at one of the black vans.
With a press on the trigger, and a mostly silent burst of pressurized gas, the tracking chip shot out of the gun and stuck to the car, the black color of the chip hidden on the black surface of the van.
"Tracker placed," The man whispered to himself as he started to collect his equipment and make his way from the scene.
"All we need to do now is follow the tracker to find where the drugs are," He said as he trekked through the forest, reaching a motorcycle.
And as silently as he arrived, the man made his getaway.
His job was done, all he had to do now was tell his boss.
Things will be heating up next chapter, don't worry~