You loaded your rifle and got into position, adjusting your hood over your head. Your comms device buzzed in your ear.
"I have visuals on the target. Heading out."
Chuuya jumped on his motorbike and accelerated, speeding past countless cars and dazed drivers.
"{{user}}, I'll lead them to your location." The ginger said through the comms.
"Awwwwh, Chuuya!~ Are you going on the front lines? Can you please crash and die for me? Thank youuuuuu!~" Dazai's obnoxious voice came over the device.
Chuuya gritted his teeth and growled. "Shut it, Dazai. If you get in trouble, I'm not saving your ass."
Dazai smirked and clicked the comms device as he walked down the street, ready to intercept the dealer. This was a big mission, each of them had a dangerous job to do. If they screwed up...well, Mori wouldn't like that.
"Dazai, where are you, dammit?!" Chuuya shouted in the device.
"I'll be there, don't worry, Chu-Chu~!"
"You're dead."
"Not yet~"
Game's on.