Max’s Lone Heist

Song: “Come Here” by Dominic Fike

He wasn’t sure why they had sent him alone for this “mission,” but they said there were family things to tend to and he wasn’t gonna ask questions. He knew Delta and Zak’s family was… complicated… and if they figured he could do it on his own, then he could do it on his own. 

Max climbed to the top of one of the semi-trucks in the lot. He knew to get in without getting too hurt, he’d have to draw the other guys out. He pulled his speaker out of his backpack and turned it on, forgetting about the beeps as it powered on. He froze for a minute, hoping the beeps weren’t too loud, then continued unpacking. He grabbed his phone, made sure it was connected, positioned the speaker to point right at the warehouse, then left the speaker there, climbing down from the truck. He weaved through the other semis, finally getting to the warehouse. He knew a lot of sketchy stuff went on here from his dad’s mention of it within cases, but he wasn’t sure why he was there. All Delta said was, “When you see what you’re going for, you’ll know you found it.” As confused as he was, he was focused, too. He knew the guys had to have some kind of weapons, and even if they didn’t, they were much bigger than him. 

He snuck around the warehouse, looking for some kind of opening, but all of the doors and windows were shut, and he wasn’t gonna risk tugging on them and making any sound. He ended back up to the front doors, and decided there was only one way in. He made sure his speaker was up, all the way, and scrolled through his playlist to find the “right song” for this moment. He landed on “Come Here” by Dominic Fike, though he knew that song was a lot shorter than most others, so he’d have to be quick. He threw his hood on, tied his hoodie strings, and hit play.

As the opening riff played, he heard rustling in the warehouse, and then the doors slammed open. around ten or fifteen men poured out, metal bars in hand, and spread across the lot looking for where the sound was coming from. Max sprinted around the corner as the men left his sight and was met with a man in a white suit standing at a computer with his back to Max. 

“I’m so cool!” Max sang along with the music playing outside as he swung a metal pipe into the man’s side. Max looked around, finally seeing it, the same spider-y logo that Zak had taken a picture of in the burnt down shop was on a USB drive. “…but I wish I was you,” Max sang, pointing at the drive. As he pulled the drive, the men from outside started coming back in. The music died down as Max stared into the eyes of the man in front. “What? You guys don’t like music? Dom’s pretty cool, got a really a fun vib—“ 

Max was cut off by the sound of gun and two knives flying in from behind the men. Zak and Delta arrived, almost perfectly timing their arrival with the final drop of the song. Delta let off three more shots and Zak two more knives. The men all fell, bloody and surprised, as the song ended. 

“Did you guys plan that?” Max asked Zak as he was cleaning up his knives. 

“What? Saving your butt? Yes.” Zak responded.

“No, the timing, with the song,” Max rebuttalled, “but you also said I could handle this, why are you here?”

“Zak planned the timing, obviously, and you did handle the mission, you got the USB,” Delta chimed in. “We were just cleaning up because we knew you couldn’t do it yourself. You’re not the killing type, Max, and you and I both know these would have hurt you if we weren’t here.”

“Zak and I have been training, I could’ve taken them.”

“No, Max, you couldn’t have... even the man in the coat got away,” Delta said as she pointed behind Max.

“I’ll go get your speaker, you and Delta go find the doctor, he couldn’t have gotten far.” Zak said, walking away from what he worried was building up to be another one of Max and Delta’s screaming matches. 

“If blood isn’t spilled, then we get told on… and after leaving the government behind and being on the run, we can’t have that, Max. I’m protecting us.” Delta said as they walked toward the back door.

“No… no,” Max paused, “you’re protecting yourself in the stupidest way possible, leaving a trail, a literal blood trail, behind for any possible detective to find you. And once they find you, that’ll lead them to me, and I will deny ever knowing you. Zak and Cole can’t though, can they? They’re stuck with you, and you’re gonna end up getting Zak back in juvie and leaving Cole to see you on weekends for an hour in a prison. Is that what you want?”

“You don’t know what I want! You don’t know me, and don’t you ever speak about Cole that way, you hear me? Never!” Delta raised her gun to her side and pulled the trigger, killing the doctor who was attempting to crawl out of the warehouse. 

“He might have had a family…” Max said, looking over at the doctor.

“And he would’ve done the same to protect them,” Delta said, walking toward the front of the warehouse, “the car’s a block away, Zak’s probably waiting on us, let’s go.”

Max followed, contemplating if he and Delta were really that different. Maybe their motives were the same… but their execution was different.