Gerard snapped back to attention, taking his focus off of Frank's face and pointed his gun at the two in the corner.
"You. Get the fuck out of here." he growled, gesturing to the door. They complied easily and Frank took a few steps forward. He couldn't sense any further disturbances, so he waved the others on as well. After the travel through the next few rooms, they came to a broad opening into a fully cement room with a long table in the center. The top was covered in coffee filters, tubes and glasses along with acetone, batteries, toluene, freon, paint thinner, starting fluid, drain cleaner and a strong smell of urine and ammonia filled the air. A meth lab. It was slightly predictable and Frank cringed at the scene with his heightened smell. They all spread apart, wandering the different scetions of the room until they heard a chorus of snaps from Mikey. They found their way to the corner he occupied and looked over his shoulder. He had found it. A medium-sized safe sat waiting to be found camoflauged under a stack of books and soiled blankets. Wordless, Mikey pulled it from it's hiding spot and shoved it over on it's side, aiming his gun at the cheap imitated metal that held it closed. With a small noise, dimmed by the silencer, the metal was blown into twisted fragments. The small door fell open with a clank and stacks upon stacks of money slid out onto the floor. Gerard took a platic bag, previously shoved into his pocket, and stuffed riteous bills inside as the others did into their pockets. He couldn't help but watch Frank's frexing, shaking arms, and beads of sweat making his tattoos glisten all over. He shivered a little and stood, feeling and hearing his knees pop, disturbing the city noises that filled the neighborhood. The other boys followed suit and left the safe empty. Their footsteps echoed the whole way down the whole way back out the doors and to the vehicle. Frank threw his gun into the trunk along with the other boys' and their money. He slammed the hatch as turned to see a face inches from his. The man had rotted teeth and breth to match. Frank couldn't even do as much as gasp before the man bark out an indistinct ramble. He was there for a sale, and he wasn't backing down until he got what he wanted. Frank couldn't even gasp out because the firm hold on his windpipe. Just as real fear of dying and going back to hell burned his thoughts, a loud shot was heard and the man collapsed. Frank tilted his head and looked at the angle the bullet had entered. Above? He let his head fall back and looked up to the rooftops, only to see a blonde man with a sniper on its tripod. Bob. Frank couldn't help a smile as he honered a salute which was returned before he climbed into the van The boys passed concerned looks that Frank shrugged off before they drove home where they all fell asleep immidiatly. The Way parents were due home the next morning.

Notes

I realize how short this is but I typed it on touchscreen and it's hard and boohiss but there will be more shortley