Everypony Needs A Payday

Prologue

"HAHAHAHA WE'RE IN THE CLEAR!"

"WOOOOOHOOOOO!"

"Great work, professional work guys!"

"Bringing the reality check!"

With the cheers of the four heisters done, the getaway van peeled off with them riding in the back. The loot van, and its two decoys, drove off into the sunset so to speak. Five hundred million. Five hundred million in cold, hard cash. Now we can do with it what we please.

"Never again do we have to work a day in our lives, but, this was just the end, the grand finale to all of our hard work of getting to the top. You wanna hear how we got here? Well then, let's bring this all the way back. Back to the beginning, when we first starting out doing this gig. Back to when we became...The Payday Crew."

"I know where to start off now. We were just lounging around in our, uhh, 'safe house' if you will. Just screwing around, waiting for our next contract. When we got a call on the phone."

There was a high-pitched ringing echoing throughout the house. I only knew of one pony who would call us at random times during the day. No matter where we were at. It was impossible to time when they’d call, but we’d all know.

I walked over to grab the phone and answered it, but before I could say anything, a voice spoke from the other side. A voice we knew very well.

"I got a new job for you guys," said a gruff voice. "Check your e-mail."

I put the phone down and left it on speaker phone as I walked over to the computer sitting on the desk not more than a few feet away from where we were hanging around. I turned the monitor on and opened up my e-mail program, and I saw a new notification saying, "Happy Heisting."

Within the e-mail were directions to a nightclub that had opened up no more than two weeks ago. Thing is, that place had made a killing in just that time, so much so, that the nightclub that was already there and home to the towns resident DJ, DJ-Pon3. It was putting them in a slump, and if that place didn't leave of start doing poorly, then they would end up closing, putting the mare out of a job.

"Hey gang," I turned to look at my associates. "Time for a job."

"What's the job?" Asked a big dragon sitting on the couch with a beer in his claw. This guy was big. When I say big, I mean tall, and completely stacked. This guy could bench press both me and one other fellow member of the group. He had a dark grey to an almost black colored skin and crimson scales on the tops of his feet and hands and all along his chest, as well as a patch of scales on his muzzle. Even though he didn't have scales all along his arms and legs, his skin was pretty tough. When somepony tells him he has thick skin, they're right. He has a set of big brown feathery wings as well. Now, the reason the wings are like that is because his father was a dragon and his mother was a Griffon. Boy, was that an interesting wedding. On his head sat a set of slightly curved horns and a pair of crimson ear frills. He had a few scars on him, some from surviving a few close calls while others were from a previous little altercation with another dragon. The most noticeable one was the one starting from his eye-ridge and ending a bit below his eye. Last but not least was his blue Draconian eyes.

This guy, if you didn't know it by now, was the muscle of the group, the Enforcer if you will. He's in charge of the ammunition. He's also the guy that keeps the cops off our asses when we have to make a break for it. He loves his shotguns though. From semi, to pump action. He's a nut with those things, can name them just by looking at 'em.

"It's a nightclub. looks like we're gonna knock it over and then frame the guy in charge somehow."

I spun around to see Jei, our little spook...literally, at the computer. The son of a bitch could go all phantom-y and just slip past guards and security measures alike. That's why he's our Ghost. You'll know him by his purple mane and tail with a light pink strip in it running down the middle. His fur is a light grey, and tends wear a purple scarf with his outfits. Beyond that, not much is known about him. It's all a mystery. It's for the better, I suppose. He is supposed to be a mystery, like a Ghost.

He prefers to use silenced weapons. Doesn't matter what kind, assault rifles, pistols, shotguns, sub-machine guns, even a sniper rifle every now and again. As long as it's silenced, he's happy. He can crack open safes, pack anything loose into our loot bags with some crazy speed, and not very suspicious when it comes to stealthing around. He's got some electronic jammers on hand too. Perfect for busting open ATM machines, or doors that have an electronic lock. He's got some skills with knocking a guard or any law man on his ass. He's great with C.Q.C.. Plus to add to that, the suckers fast as hell.

"Sounds good, as long as I can hurt some ponies that deserve it, and if the cops show up, I get some target practice with my rifle."

And that's Rin. The only half-demon pony that I know of so far. She's a unicorn with a short, black messy mane, several piercings in her ears, and has a demon-esque tail with a tuft of fur at the tip of it. She loves to blow things up and destruction in general, therefore, she's the group's Technician. She's in charge of keeping the drill and any other heist equipment in working order, plus she handles the the C-4 charges. She specifically uses semi-automatic rifles of all kinds, sniper rifles, a grenade launcher -- which is her favorite weapon out of all of them -- and she's the one that brings the mini-turret gun. She handles the operation of building and customizing our weapons, too. She's a whiz when it comes to unjamming the drill when it gets stuck.

"Haha, take it easy there Miss Destruction. First things first. We need more info and we need to make a plan A, and a plan B in case shit hits the fan."

Then there's me. The team's Mastermind. I handle the plan making, and make sure the no matter what happens, we make it out in one piece. I'm also in charge of the team's medical supplies. If somepony gets shot up or takes a big hit, I'm there to make sure they can keep on going. I've been told before that I'm the most intimidating of the group. Forget about Onyx for a second, because if I tell you to get down, you listen.

I've gotten a law enforcer to get on his knees and then cuff himself. Only to turn him against his friends and have him help us out by being an extra gun for us. Pistols and assault rifles are my genre. Silenced or not, I'm the best with those kinds of weapons. I can bargain my way to getting quality information and help for a lot less then it should be. Plus with the help of Jei, I can pick out all the guards in the place we're about to jump. They see me walk in and they better know to drop down to the ground.

Now that you know about the team, there's only one thing left to do.

"Alright, we gonna' hit this place tonight. We're going in, taking out any guards in our way, keeping the civvies' down, and making sure the fucking pigs don't show up. If they do, we go to plan B, which is-"

"We make damn sure to let them know who's in charge there." Butted in Onyx, cutting me off.

"Right." I said. "This is only the beginning guys. After this, who knows what kind of contracts await us.

"Ohhhh yeah, time for another payday." Said Jei.

"You got it. Now, let's go get us some food before we get ready. Gotta have a well fed body to focus, eh?"

The others nodded their heads in response.

"Alright, let's head on out. We can think of a plan while we eat."

The others, along with myself walked to the front door of our house. Before leaving, I hit a light switch on the far wall and locked our erm, 'special room'. I locked up the place and then we headed out. It was gonna be a long and very profitable climb up the ladder on Crime.net, and we were going to make sure everypony knew that we meant business.

Author's Note:
For anybody asking questions, this was just an intro, or rather, prologue. For anyone asking what Payday is. Payday is a 1-4 player cops and robbers game where you and up to 3 other friends can team up and rob banks, jewelry stores, knock over nightclubs, destroy malls, smuggle contraband and plenty of other things for money, and a lot of it.
I hope you will like this story, as I was in a skype call when this idea came up. My friend and I came to the conclusion that my OC and her's would totally team up to rob a place. Of course I got to thinking, and what other game do we know of that involves 4 guys in suits, robbing places.
Give this story a like and a fav if you enjoyed this, and be on the look out for more.
'Till then, this is Cobolt Soundwave saying, we'll see you at the safe-house.