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Most of the time, the jobs Montague wanted done were relatively straightforward. Heisting a bank vault, maybe even some good old-fashioned auto theft on the Baron's newest set of wheels. This one, however, seemed a bit out of the ordinary, even by Vik's standards. "I need you and a few of your associates to steal and deliver an entire fleet of tanker trucks of Slurp Juice." Montague hummed rather casually over the burner phone he'd given Vik specifically for requests of the...less moral variety. It wasn't hard by any means, in fact, tanker trucks of Slurp around the island were often unattended, as if they were begging to be hotwired and taken out for a joyride. Luckily, Vik managed to secure around 6 trucks before heading back to Montague's. As Vik had arrived back at the safehouse with Montague's requested cargo, he couldn't help but ask a question as Montague had prepared Vik's compensation for taking care of his little escapade. "Hey, boss, if ya don't mind me asking-" Vik mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "This isn't really the usual kinda thing you ask me for. What's the deal?" Vik mentioned before Montague simply chuckled. "The beauty of this sort of business is usually the 'no questions asked' aspect." Montague replied, counting stacks of cold hard cash. "For example, I don't ask you what methods you resorted to in order to secure the cargo, and you don't ask me what I need it for." Montague huffed, before stuffing the money into a duffel bag. "But, if you must know, it's just because I wanted them." Montague smirked, tossing the duffel bag towards Vik. It collided against his chest and upper belly before he caught it in a hugging motion. "It seems like a waste though. Like, it'll take you months to drink all this stuff, won't it?" Vik mumbled, adjusting the duffel bag before strapping it across his shoulder. "Then take a jug full of it. Hell, take a few." Montague huffed. The tone in his voice was familiar to Vik; it wasn't quite irritation, but it was definitely the beginnings of it. "Givin' out product for free?" Vik grinned, taking a step towards the fixer. "Seems awfully generous of you. Might have to take you up on the offer." Vik hummed. Montague let out a small tsk before he snapped his fingers. As if on queue, several men had hauled out empty jugs that held one of Slurp Co's most popular products; a Chug Jug. After Montague gave another nod, they had all left as swiftly as they came. "Go on. Have as much as you'd like. But," Montague hummed, getting up from his desk as he took a few steps towards Vik. "You finish every drop here. Can't have you seeming so suspicious to the public eye, having an ungodly amount of Slurp after they were just robbed so quickly, and for a rather lucrative amount too." Montague smirked. "Don't gotta tell me twice." Vik grinned, approaching the first truck. He attached a hose to the drain nozzle at the back of the tank, before attaching it to an empty jug. He turned on the key, and the iconic liquid began to flow through the hose, filling the jug up. He repeated the process for 2 more jugs, before he got up and hauled them towards Montague's desk. He offered a jug to Montague, who simply chuckled. Montague opened the jug, but instead of drinking from it, poured it into a wine glass. Truly, he was being a more refined, though still uptight little bastard. How fitting. Montague raised his glass, calling for a toast. "To a new era of thievery." He hummed, before Vik bumped an entire jug of Slurp juice against Montague's wine glass. "Cheers." While Montague took his time with the juice, swirling it in his glass, taking only small sips, Vik had been happily chugging from the jug, just like its namesake implied. He let out a small pant as he caught his breath, before finishing off the remainder of the jug with a small belch afterwards. Montague shook his head and let out a slow chuckle. "You know, you remind me of a college student during a frat party." He hummed. "Drink first ask questions later. It's admirable, in a sense. You're a carefree spirit almost." Montague smirked, before pausing. "Those trucks..." He paused, taking a look at his laptop that sat on his desk. "You removed the tracking chips on them before bringing them over, right?" Montague inquired, getting up from his seat. Vik felt his stomach tie into knots. He didn't recall ever removing a tracking chip from any of them. Shit. Shit shit shit! Montague opened the passenger door of the first truck, before opening the glove compartment. His grip on his wine glass tightened, his skin slowly turning into diamond as the faint sound of the wine glass being broken by the weight of his diamond form crushing it had echoed through the safehouse. "GOD DAMNIT VIK!" Montague shouted, before he snapped his fingers. In the blink of an eye, Vik felt a set of strong arms grabbing his hands, already having them tied up together. As he turned to his side, Vik realized it was a familiar face; or rather, mask. A fox mask. Drift was the man's nickname, if he recalled correctly. "I gave you the simplest job! One that I could even expect someone as incompetent as that God damn banana to finish without a hitch!" He scolded. "And that's saying something, because I had him as a fucking hostage." He huffed. Vik furrowed his eyebrows. "How the hell was I supposed to know they'd have chips on them? They leave the trucks wherever they damn well please!" Vik retorted. Montague rolled his eyes. "That's because they have the chips, Vik. If I had a tracker on everything I owned I'd be able to hunt down anyone who took my shit." Montague mumbled, rubbing his temples. "Drift, we need to get rid of the evidence. How fast could you get these trucks back out?" Montague asked, to which the masked man shook his head. "They likely already traced them back here by now. Our best bet is to get rid of the evidence here." Drift mumbled, before pausing. He seemed to have an idea. The masked man took a step towards the fixer, whispering in his ear. Montague grinned. "Yes...yes, I think it'll do just fine." Montague nodded. "It suits him, I'd say. I'm sure he won't mind having all the Slurp he can handle. And then some."