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Chapter 121: Looter Extraordinaire
🕑 Added 2024-07-01 13:08:02 +0000 UTCFirst things first, before leaving Vegas, we decided to do as much shopping online as possible, only buying in person what was absolutely necessary. To start, the three of us scoured Vegas, bought every reloadable credit card we could find, and maxed them out until we had a million dollars in credit. Then, we sat down at the computers and started ordering. I had to help Al with some booking sites; he was fine with phones but still got a bit confused with computers. He got the hang of it in the end.
Because some of our orders were coming from overseas, we had to stay in Vegas for another week until everything arrived, even with express delivery. I didn’t want huge orders piling up at the hotel, so I rented a warehouse for the week, and we had a schedule for a rotation to stay in the warehouse and receive shipments—with the necessary conjured documents, of course. We ordered most of the tools we needed, books, craft supplies, music, and movies, which we downloaded directly to a crystalline disk, fabrics for the boat and the balloon, spare parts for all our toys, and much more.
We went all out with our metal wire order, ensuring we had every thickness and type. Mahya was insistent on having every type of metal available on Earth, and in large quantities. So, we ordered aluminum, iron, steel, copper, bronze, titanium, silver, gold, nickel, platinum, tungsten, zinc, magnesium, cobalt, lead, palladium, rhodium, chromium, manganese, tin, vanadium, beryllium, hafnium, iridium, osmium, ruthenium, scandium, tantalum, and niobium. I didn’t even know what half of these were, but Mahya was adamant we needed them all, and I had long since learned not to argue.
We also ordered five million paintballs with extra guns, all the photography supplies I needed, office supplies, parchment from wherever we could find it, and all the inventory they had. We also bought out-of-circulation coins by the weight from Etsy, eBay, and Amazon. The coins alone totaled almost two tons in hundreds of separate shipments.
After deleting all the online shopping from our original list, it looked much more friendly and manageable. We only had things left that we wanted to buy personally, such as clothes and shoes, most of the heavy equipment like furniture and work surfaces, all the weapons, tires, and, of course, alcohol.
Next, we raided the stores in Vegas and bought another sizeable chunk of the list, including emptying five liquor stores, and I bought a huge stock of coffee. Before leaving Earth for the first time, I bought a lot of coffee, thinking it would last me twenty years. But with Lis at the beginning and then as the group grew, everyone discovered that coffee was great, and my stock dropped to less than five percent of the original purchase. This time, I bought coffee both online and in person, aiming to stock up on enough coffee to last five people for twenty years. I also made a mental note to buy more coffee wherever we stopped on the way to Canada. You can never have too much coffee.
When we did all this shopping and research, we discovered two disturbing facts. First, we found out about dragon skin armor and how exceptional it is, but we couldn’t buy it unless we were part of the military or police, and conjured documents didn’t help. Second, we had an issue with bullets for the guns. We learned that there were scattered gun shops where you could buy bullets for M4 carbines, but they had small stocks. We had seventy-four guns, and Mahya wanted a minimum of half a million rounds.
After extensive online searches, I realized it would be a major problem to get such an inventory, so I suggested we give up those guns and buy handguns with bullets using conjured documents. My suggestion shocked Mahya so much that she started shaking and had to stroke one gun for two minutes to calm down, while whispering endearments to it.
She looked at me with puppy dog eyes and said, “You have Luck. I’m sure you can find some.”
Sighing deeply and silently complaining about what I would sacrifice for friends, I got into the jeep and activated my Luck. I immediately felt a direction and followed it. It took over an hour to reach the place my feeling was guiding me to—a large warehouse on the outskirts of Vegas with tens of guards patrolling around it. They all looked armed.
I doubted conjured documents would help in this situation, so I sat there thinking of a solution. My first thought was to use spellbinding, but the one time I used it made me feel so dirty and slimy that I didn’t want to repeat the experience. I wasn’t a saint—after all, I didn’t hesitate to “milk” Caesar’s Casino, nor did I feel bad about robbing my in-laws—but taking away a person’s power of choice and mentally controlling someone felt wrong.
After some hesitation and deliberation, I decided to go inside while invisible. Taking a deep breath, I cast the invisibility spell and slipped out of the jeep. Moving silently, I approached the warehouse, careful to avoid the guards patrolling the perimeter. Their footsteps echoed in the quiet night, but I glided past them, raising no suspicion.
Reaching the warehouse door, I examined the lock. It was a heavy-duty electronic system, but nothing I couldn’t handle. A quick channeling of mana into the lock, and it clicked open. I slipped inside, the door closing softly behind me.
Inside, the warehouse was dimly lit, filled with rows of pallets, crates and shelves stacked high with supplies. The air was thick with dust and the faint scent of oil. I moved cautiously, aware that any noise could give me away. My Luck was still active, guiding me deeper into the building.
As I navigated through the maze, I noticed a staircase leading down. Bingo. The feeling grew stronger, almost tugging me towards it. I descended the steps, careful to keep my footsteps light and inaudible.
The underground part of the warehouse was even more impressive. Rows of shelves lined the walls, filled with weapons, ammunition, and equipment of all kinds. My eyes widened at the sight—this was an arsenal. And there, in the corner, were crates marked with the distinctive labeling of M4 carbine ammunition. Exactly what Mahya wanted.
Still invisible, I moved towards the crates, checking for any signs of an alarm or other security measures. There were none that I could see at first glance, but I couldn’t afford to be careless.
I quickly stored all the boxes, took out a package of ten thousand dollars, and placed it on the floor where the boxes had been. I may be a sneak, but I wasn’t a thief. As I started walking towards the exit, I stopped. Standing in the middle of this vast space filled with ammunition, I pictured Mahya’s face and her expression if she ever found out I was in a huge armory and didn’t bring her toys. I knew she would never forgive me.
Sighing again, I deployed my mana sense, walking up and down the rows and storing all the inventories in the warehouse. The process was nerve-wracking, each second stretching as I listened for any sound of approaching guards. After the subterranean part was empty, I went back up to the ground floor and repeated the operation. I didn’t know what was in all the boxes and crates, but I was sure Mahya would approve.
The tension was almost unbearable. Every creak of the floor, every distant shout or clang from outside made my heart race. My luck was holding, but I knew it could only stretch so far. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the warehouse looked like an empty space for rent—yes, I also took the shelves; I needed something to put the boxes on.
To leave some semblance of honor, I placed five hundred thousand dollars in cash in a big backpack, placed the backpack in the center of the space, and crept out.
The guards were still patrolling, oblivious to the heist happening under their noses. I held my breath, moving silently, my invisibility spell still in place. Reaching the door, I slipped through and made my way back to the jeep. The adrenaline coursed through my veins, making every step feel like I was walking on air.
Back in the jeep, I deactivated my invisibility and allowed myself a small grin. Mission accomplished. Now, it was time to get back and show Mahya what I’d found.
I called Al and Mahya to the warehouse and told them about my “heist.” They laughed and called me a professional looter. Yay me!
It took us two days to go through the whole content and oh boy, it was a doozy:
From the Underground Space:
Boxes of rounds of M4 carbine ammunition
Boxes of rounds of 9mm handgun ammunition
Boxes of rounds of .50 caliber sniper rifle ammunition
Several cases of shotgun shells (12 gauge)
Boxes of hollow-point bullets for various calibers
Hundreds of rounds of .45 ACP ammunition
Cases of .223 Remington ammunition
Assorted exotic ammunition (tracer rounds, incendiary rounds)
Dozens of Glock 19 handguns
Multiple AK-47 rifles
Several Remington 870 shotguns
A few Barrett M82 sniper rifles
A crate of SIG Sauer P320 handguns
Uzi submachine guns
Desert Eagle pistols
Several AR-15 rifles
Cases of C4 plastic explosives
Several crates of fragmentation grenades
A few boxes of smoke grenades
Flashbang grenades
Stick grenades
Claymore mines
Improvised explosive devices (IEDs)
Bulletproof vests and tactical body armor
Kevlar helmets
Night vision goggles
Tactical gloves and boots
Communication radios
Tactical belts and holsters
Gas masks
Riot shields
Suppressors (silencers) for various firearms
Red dot sights and scopes
Tactical flashlights and laser sights
Extended magazines
Bipods and grips
Bayonets
Muzzle brakes and compensators
Gun cleaning kits
Spare parts for firearms (springs, firing pins, etc.)
Weapon lubricants and solvents
Toolkits for disassembling and repairing weapons
Armor repair kits
Electronic repair kits
Two crates with bundles of cash (various denominations) in a total amount of $215, 954
A few small crates containing gold bars and silver ingots
A bag of precious gems and jewelry
Rare coins and stamps
Antique firearms and collectibles
Fake passports and identification documents
Laptops and encrypted hard drives
Burner phones and SIM cards
Surveillance equipment
Drones and remote-control devices
Hacking tools and software
Multiple kilos of cocaine
Boxes of methamphetamine
Several crates of marijuana
Bottles of prescription pills
Heroin
Ecstasy tablets
LSD blotters
Spare tires and vehicle parts
Fuel canisters
GPS tracking devices
Toolkits for vehicle repair
Motorcycles and ATVs parts for over thirty different models and makes
Jet skis
Dismantled engines
From the Ground Floor:
Boxes of assorted sex toys
Adult DVDs and magazines
Fetish gear and bondage equipment
Inflatable dolls
Erotic costumes
A pallet of sex lube
A pallet of Trojan condoms in various sizes
A crate of fidget spinners
Novelty gag gifts
Cases of rubber chickens
High-end kitchen appliances
Designer clothing and accessories
Luxury watches and handbags
Crates of vintage wine
High-end electronics (TVs, game consoles)
Rare comic books and memorabilia
Cases of imported champagne
Bulk packages of energy drinks
Protein bars and supplements
Exotic spices and dry cooking ingredients
High-end coffee beans
Cigars and tobacco products
A crate of whoopee cushions
Boxes of fake mustaches and glasses
Hundreds of rubber duckies
Inflatable unicorn pool floats
Life-size cardboard cutouts of Elvis Presley
Boxes of novelty toilet paper with jokes printed on it
A collection of garden gnomes in various outfits
An assortment of kazoos and harmonicas
A giant hamster wheel for humans
A mechanical bull
Several cases of prank candy that tasted terrible
A crate of glow-in-the-dark paint
Life-size dinosaur costumes
A dozen mannequins dressed in 80s fashion
Boxes of “World’s Best Boss” mugs
Inflatable sumo wrestling suits
A collection of haunted house props (fake blood, skeletons, etc.)
Several disco balls and party lights
A box of talking fish wall plaques
Dozens of oversized novelty sunglasses
A giant inflatable gorilla
A collection of rubber stamps with funny sayings
A set of velvet Elvis paintings
Boxes of fake dog poop
Several crates of wind-up chattering teeth
A box of novelty oversized foam fingers
Hundreds of plastic flamingos
A crate of moon shoes (mini-trampolines for your feet)
Several sets of novelty license plates (e.g., “I LUV MY CAT”)
3 life-size replicas of a UFO
A giant slingshot for launching water balloons
Boxes of “invisible ink” pens
A crate of singing birthday cards
A collection of bobblehead dolls in bizarre outfits
Several crates of “grow-your-own” chia pets
A collection of novelty beach towels with funny sayings
Boxes of novelty toilet paper that tell your fortune
A collection of garden gnomes in various states of existential crisis
Boxes of “World’s Most Average Employee” trophies
A set of sandpaper Einstein sculptures
Hundreds of origami penguins
A collection of garden gnomes dressed as famous movie characters
Life-size dinosaur costumes with realistic roaring action
A crate of singing birthday cards that never stop singing
Boxes of smartphones
Pallets of DVDs and CDs
A crate of luxury watches
Stacks of passports and IDs
Boxes of stolen credit cards
Pallets of imported cigarettes
Crates of software
Artwork in secure packaging
Pallets of electronics (laptops, tablets, etc.)
Pallets of pharmaceuticals
Car parts (airbags, catalytic converters, etc.)
Boxes of books
Pallets of designer clothing
Boxes of industrial equipment
Pallets of toys
Crates of copper wire
Pallets of power tools
Crates of cosmetics
Boxes of vintage wines
Pallets of video games
Crates of bicycle parts
Boxes of sports memorabilia
Pallets of office supplies
Pallets of auto parts
Crates of scientific equipment
Pallets of designer sunglasses
Crates of perfumes
Pallets of software
Crates of camera equipment
Boxes of sporting goods
Pallets of household appliances
A box of prescription pads
Boxes of rare metals
Pallets of safety equipment
Crates of industrial chemicals
Pallets of computer components
Crates of designer shoes
Pallets of imported alcohol
Crates of construction materials
Boxes of designer belts and accessories
Pallets of art supplies
Crates of medical supplies
Pallets of baby products – 7 pallets of diapers
Crates of automotive diagnostic equipment
Crates of electronic accessories
Pallets of textbooks
Crates of industrial robots
Pallets of designer fabrics
Crates of military surplus gear
Boxes of high-end audio equipment
Pallets of home security systems
Pallets of designer kitchenware
Crates of car accessories
Two pallets of plates with the MGM Grand logo
Boxes of beads
Blank wedding invitations
Orthopaedic Neck Pillows
Vacuum cleaners
A pallet with boxes of party decorations and balloons
A pallet with boxes of disposable tableware and cutlery
Boxes of paper napkins that looked fancy
A pallet of small bottles of shampoo, liquid soap, and body lotion with the Wynn Las Vegas logo
Hello Kitty Pyjamas in all sizes
Dinosaur Bubble Handheld Bubble Machines
Disney McQueen Pixar Cartoon Slippers
Dancing and Talking Cactus Toys
Smart Trashcans with a sensor
A box of rare seeds
Pallets of surveillance equipment
Crates of industrial molds and dies
Boxes of sports equipment
Pallets of designer light fixtures
Crates of satellite phones
Boxes of vintage movie posters
Pallets of pet products
Pallets of high-end camping gear
Boxes of collectible action figures
Pallets of Barbie dolls, barbie outfits, and houses
Boxes of casino chips for over ten casinos that looked real in a total amount of $178,520
A Pallet of Vegas showgirls’ outfits with a lot of feathers
A crate of rubber chickens wearing superhero costumes
Boxes of inflatable bananas and palm trees
Several cases of glow-in-the-dark bubble wands
A collection of talking parrot toys that mimic everything they hear
A giant, inflatable dinosaur with LED lights
A crate of voice-changing megaphones
Hundreds of plastic flamingos dressed as various historical figures
A life-size mannequin dressed as a wizard with glowing eyes
Several crates of edible glitter and glow-in-the-dark candy
Boxes of edible body paint
A giant inflatable slide shaped like a dragon
A collection of medieval knight armor replicas
Several crates of prank spring-loaded snakes in a can
A box of holographic projector devices
A giant inflatable unicorn costume with sound effects
After we finished going through all the loot, we just sat there, stunned.
I glanced at Mahya, who had a wide grin on her face, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Look at all these guns and ammunition!” she exclaimed, practically bouncing in her seat. “And the electronics! This is incredible! Half of it can be broken down and used as parts for Magitech.” She reached out to touch a Barrett M82 sniper rifle, her fingers caressing the cold metal with a kind of reverence.
Meanwhile, Al’s reaction was something else entirely. He lifted a bag of cocaine and scrutinized it. “This can be a fantastic ingredient for potions.” He looked at me with an excited glint in his eyes.
I shifted uncomfortably, my stomach twisting in knots. The money I had left behind didn’t even cover a tenth of what I took, and the realization of what we had stumbled upon hit me hard. “I think I robbed a criminal organization,” I said, my voice heavy with unease.
Mahya, still giddy with excitement, barely noticed my tension. “This is the score of a lifetime,” she said, her eyes gleaming. “We’re set for a long time, guys.”
I forced a smile, trying to shake off the lingering unease. “Yeah,” I mumbled, though my mind was still racing. “Set for a long time.”
It was time to move on from Vegas, and fortunately, there were only two last deliveries left to handle. Once those arrived, we changed our glamor, visited the casinos that we had the chips for, gambled a bit, and changed all the chips to cash.
I returned the rented Jeep, purchased our own, and we hit the road. Vegas had been an adventure, but it was time to move on. On the drive out of the city, I thought that I really loved my Luck and trusted it not to have a backlash. But just in case, we all changed glamor and documents. It’s better to be on the safe side.
Comments
TravelingDreamer
He keeps enlarging it
Thundermike00
Wow, he's acquired so much through both purchases and, let's be real, some sneaky grabs. Can he really fit all of that into the limited space he has?
TravelingDreamer
Don't think so. We'll see in the future
Obran
It occurs to me that John really need to study healing in a more high mana magi-tech world. He currently doesn’t have any ways to heal some fairly common ailments. What does he do if he runs into someone with a cataract or who is highly nearly sighted. What if he meets someone with down syndrome, or another genetic disorder. I suspect the all purpose heal can do blood transfusions and fix cavities. But can remove curse help with mental illness? Does heal fix cavities, correct orthodontics, and remove wisdom teeth?
TravelingDreamer
LOL - I laughed so hard when I read this. God, Obran, I love your comments. They are always very colorful.
Obran
I should point out that they no longer need a glamor spell now that they have all those fake beards and mustaches
TravelingDreamer
See next
Carl Mason
When the list started, I was thinking ATF, maybe, then he got to the ground floor contents... definitely FBI.
Fortunis
Interesting. My move would have been to go back to one of the military bases and hit their armory, motor pool, warehouses and what not. Considering how Mana is going to affect the world soon most of the heavy vehicles (i.e. M1 Abrams series is highly computer reliant), aircraft and the like would just go to pot. Not to mention a deuce and a half or twenty would be incredibly useful for travel in areas where you need rugged transportation with high cargo capacity (where using inventory isn't feasible for some reason). Having skills in vehicle use would be good too. I can't remember if he has the Driving skill, but being able to use a Chinook or Apache (or hell even a C-130 ) would be handy. Not sure how translatable flying aircraft is to space craft though. I'm imagining them on a mid mana world where a beast wave attacks a city and he drops a Blackhawk out, loads up with door gunners and goes to town 😆 🤣. Plus turning somthing like a Bradley or Abrams in to a Magitech vehicle would be fun as hell.
TravelingDreamer
thanks
Denis Trenque
An error on the chapter number, not 112 but 121
TravelingDreamer
None whatsoever.
Obran
My question is, how does this haul effect his ongoing looting spell?
Obran
I was thinking Drug Cartel, but paramilitary or Mafia works too.
ReadingObsessed
That is many, many hundreds of millions of dollars they stole from either an illegal paramilitary organization or a Mafia familia. 😮 Both likely having the connections to trace the money. I would be surprised if that's the last we hear of whoever was just stolen from.
