Dipter had gathered his group as usual for the weekend. But today, it wasn’t just any weekend.
This day was important to him for two major reasons.
First, it was the day the group made most of their income, delivering packages on behalf of another individual. And second, today was different. They wouldn’t just be the middlemen.
Today, they were making the deliveries. They were collecting the money directly. Which meant, nothing could go wrong.
The meeting place had already been sent out to all the students. It was a wide, rectangular plot of land that had once been marked for development. But so far, no construction had started.
The ground was cleared, flattened, nothing but broken dirt and space.
It was perfect for a gathering.
A tall barrier had been set up around the outside to keep people from wandering in, making it an ideal hideaway for a large group.
Along with Dipter, over sixty students had gathered. Many carried backpacks, and several of those bags were filled with weapons, just in case.
They couldn’t walk around in broad daylight holding bats, iron pipes, or knives, but they all knew... when it came time to act, things could get messy.
At the front of the group stood the usual three: Dipter in the center, Jay on one side, and Snide on the other.
"Alright," Dipter said, his voice carrying over the murmurs of the crowd. "Behind me are today’s package drops."
He gestured to several tied-up sports bags, all black in color, laid out neatly behind him.
"It’s important that everything gets delivered," Dipter said, his voice sharp, commanding attention. "And secondly, that you receive payment. Some of these customers will do whatever they can to get out of paying, so be ready to get your hands dirty."
Some of the students grinned, giggling as if they were hoping things would get messy.
"And remember," Dipter continued, scanning the group, "there’s a chance people have gotten wind of our operation. So all of you, stay alert."
The students began forming teams, organizing themselves for the drop-offs. Their energy was high, almost too eager.
At the same time, the leaders of each class were sent the specific location details. They would be the only ones who knew where their drop points were, each acting as the leader for their assigned group.
Just as Dipter turned around to begin handing over the bags, one of the students hesitantly approached him.
"Dipter... are you sure about this?"
"Ko, of course I am," Dipter said, not even turning to face him at first.
"But aren’t you worried?" Ko asked, voice shaky. "That guy, he forced the location out of me. And you haven’t changed it or anything... they could be planning to ambush us!"
Dipter turned, slowly placing a firm hand on Ko’s shoulder, squeezing hard.
"You did the right thing. You came to me after it happened, and because of that, I didn’t punish you for squealing, right?" Dipter said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. "And thankfully, I’m one of the few people with a brain."
He leaned in just a little closer.
"So the only place you could’ve told them about... was this place."
"Which is why I called in everyone today," Dipter said, his grip still tight on Ko’s shoulder. "And told them to be extraprepared."
When Ko had described the man who attacked them, Dipter couldn’t quite figure out who it might’ve been.
There were possibilities.
Maybe their client had finally hired someone competent, someone worthwhile, to track them down. Maybe the client had pissed off the wrong person, and now that person wanted revenge.
Or... maybe someone had caught wind that Dipter was taking over operations and thought he’d be an easy target.
They’re about to learn how wrong they are, Dipter thought.
"Alright. Now that everyone’s ready," he shouted, turning to the group, "head out!"
The students spun on their heels and started moving.
But they only took a few steps, before coming to a halt.
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The voice was casual, amused.
"Freakin’ hell," one of the women muttered. "When they said we’d be taking on high schoolers... this is not what I pictured."
"For someone who knew about us," Dipter said, "and knew exactly what we were about to do... you only brought ten people? You sure are brave."
"Hah, brave?" Wolf replied with a shrug. "I doubt that. See, in my world, we hear stories, legends, even, about one man taking on a hundred. And what’s here? Sixty of you? Maybe fifty?"
"If there were more of you... maybe I’d try breaking the record. But I guess this’ll have to do."
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