Wheels up at twenty-three hundred.
The Van was on it's First Mission. Pop Quiz: How do you make an awesome van more awesome? With Junk. More precisely, replacement parts and armor. Plans were made. Maps consulted. Obscenities uttered. Gatorade drank. Dark clothing secured.
Eventually, they arrived. The first plan? El Monte Military junkyard. Nearly eight hours away, the idea was scrapped much like it's contents when the weight of armor plates was considered. The tricky part? Avoiding salvage and finding junk. And they had. There, in front of them, a tall but insincere chain link fence was secured by a rusting padlock, barring them from their vansformation.
A hand shifted the van into park, and tugged down the dark ballcap that held the mop captive. He was totally ninja. Because hat. He looked over at Avis with his Serious Face -- this is A Mission thus the Serious Face.
"Oh. Hey. Did you ever get those lock picks?"
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