It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine or is it? That's the bliss I desire.

Whistling into the sleeping woman's ear as she slept strapped to the wooden chair, bonded in ropes hoisted together by Jackal's men, the light from above the deck streamed through on the Flying Ship, Pegasus. The wind rattling through the Mink's lips, startled the sleeping woman who'd be covered in bruises from Jackal's explosions.

"Morning' sleepy head." Jackal stated grinning.

The woman's eyes expanded widely, as she'd frantically peer around the room, the reality of her situation sank in.

"Fuck. I've been captured." Juliette stated.

"Shishishi... More like kidnapped. Same thing though. You're going to be my little stool pigeon. I think that's what you call a snitch ain't it?" Jackal inquired, peering over his shoulder to Sinbad who'd been propped against the door of the room below the deck.

"No one talk's like that anymore boss... Informant is more professional." Sinbad stated grinning back.

"Look! I-I-I've fucking told you everything I know about the auction and the ball! If Mother finds out I told you anything, you understand I'm marked!? Do you know what that bitch does to traitor's? I've been-" Juliette speech was interrupted by the sight of Jackal falling asleep while standing as she'd spilled her heart to him.

"AH! WAKE UP YOU INSENSITIVE FURRY PRICK!" Juliette shouted.

"Agh... Sorry. You started to bore me with the life story." Jackal retorted, yawning.

"I'm not going to torture you. I just need to know the only information you'd have as a foot solider. I need a list of all of Mother's safe houses." Jackal stated smirking.

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"I can't drink anymore. I gotta 'gig' tonight." the macho man exclaimed, standing up from the bar counter stretching.

"Ah... I hear that a few men are going to mess with Mother's load." the other patron stated speaking in code.

"Oh yeah... I'm going to fuck er' up real nice. Mr.Bear isn't really into failure's nowadays since that fucker Bazil has been mucking around in his turf." the macho man commented.

"I heard about that too. His bounty is crazy. Dude's a straight murderer." the patron responded.

"Lil' red headed fuck. Anyway... Going to use the lou'" the man waved, as he'd strolled to the bathroom.

Getting up moments after the macho man's lead, Jackal who'd been sitting at the bar, with his goggles on and his head covered in his Calico Scarf as a head wrap, followed the male into the bathroom. After his interrogation of Juliette, he'd been able to squeeze out information about several of Mother's safe houses, including a few he'd stumbled upon on his own. The rumour Juliette heard was that Ursa wasn't happy about trades going on using his mercenaries for slave trades that ended in, less than amicable splits.

Hence, the need for this raid on her warehouse tonight, and Ursa's need to send a message to Mother. On Baltigo, your alias is everything. No one actually uses their real name, and sometimes, several people use the same alias. The Macho Man was apart of a group known as Los Diablos, and though he'd worked for the Sixth District in his free time, he and his brother used the alias of Osiris. Marked by the tattoo they both shared on their lower back. He'd been working for Ursa as of late, so not many people knew his appearance, as he'd left most who'd seen him dead.

As the Macho Man finished his business at the urinal, walking towards the bathroom sink to wash his hands. As he'd wash his hands, Jackal entered the room, opting to stand at the adjacent sink from his position, watching his hands in the vacant sink bowl. Whistling, the Macho Man, would finish up watching his hands, digging into his pockets to reveal a miniature map with details about the mission at hand tonight.

"Osiris. Is it?" Jackal inquired, shaking his hands dry of the water from the sink.

"Do I know you little man?" the Macho responded, towering over the Mink by at least four feet.

"Shishishi... No. This our first time meeting but I'm going to need to borrow your alias for now. Don't worry, you can have it back once I've retrieved what I'm looking for." Jackal stated.

"I don't know what the fuck you've been drinking kid. However, I wouldn't advise messing with things you don't understand-" the Macho man's words frozen from the electrical pulse that now trickled along the countertop his right hand was resting on.

The wetness on the man's hand made the electrical currents due to Jackal's Electro had him fried in seconds. Checking for a pulse, confirming the man's identity from his identification on his person, Jackal pick-pocketed the male, ravishing through his belongings. Taking the mission details, the map, and identification pass that'd been given to Ursa's mercenaries, Jackal fashioned his scarf into his usual face-mask, exiting the bathroom, leaving the Macho-Man paralysed on the floor.

Walking towards the exit of the Piston's bar, Jackal shot a wink to Sinbad, who was sitting among the crowd of patrons, entertaining a sea of women, who'd been charmed by the Alabasta boy's smile and good looks. Exiting the bar, Jackal began traversing to the location point plotted on the map, and mission details. Dialling Sinbad's number on the Den Den once he was about five minutes away, "I'm going to need you to clean up my mess in the bathroom." Jackal stated. "Aye Aye Captain." Sinbad stated, hanging up the phone, breaking away from the ladies with a quick wink of his eye.

Within moments, Jackal would arrive to the meeting location in an alleyway about a block or two away from the Second District, the area was inconspicuous enough. As each mercenary check in, their code-names were submitted one after the other. Upon arrival, Jackal smirked underneath his face mask, "Osiris."

Jackal's Possessions wrote:
Goggles
1 Den Den Mushi
12 Swordsman Grunts
1/5 Baby Den Den Mushi
Gauntlets - Blitzkreg
Sinbad - The Golden Dagger
Rubby and Sap - Daggers
Flying Ship

It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine or is it? That's the bliss I desire.

Upon his arrival, Jackal was pretty much sized up by the entire pack, due to being the last to show-up. Among them, was an oddly familiar face in the tentacle bearing Fishman he'd meet during his off time at the docks. A slight grin emerged, as he'd peer in the Fishman's direction, about to approach him before being encapsulated by the massive man, Snowman's height. "Shishishi... I was busy soaking up the nightlife... It's not everyday I get to be in the company of fellow professionals such as yourselves." Jackal's stated in a very condescending tone. Snowman shooting the man a scowl, stormed off ahead of the pack, sizing him from head to toe, after giving the orders to mobilise. He wasn't sure exactly what the colossal man's rank among this group was, or what the final glimpses at him implied, but Jackal simply grinned, "I'm going to have fun using that one. The easiest one's to manipulate... Brute Force types." Jackal thought.

Breaking him from his internal thoughts, the Fishman trailed next to his position, commenting on his new alias of the night. "You know... It's always good to change it up a bit. Especially when you have so many people wanting your head on a platter." Jackal stated. Trailing the remaining blocks, everyone fell into position, examining the contents, security and layout of the storied house. Jackal decided to follow behind Kraken, Sparrow and Sandman, looking at the building at the end of the block from his position. Snowman had charged in, at first merging into the street crowd, but making himself obviously noticeable as he'd began to scream at the guards. Snowman was about twenty-meters from the metallic gates, whereas, Jackal and company were about fifty or so meters away from Snowman's position. Placing his goggles on beneath his Scarf Mask, Jackal would begin to adjust the dials on the side, extended the goggles lens to further inspect the base.

"Sniper on the third floor... Like you said... He's packing a shit load of ammunition by his feet. He'll be able to reload, fire and pick at least two of us off before we get close enough now that our loud mouth friend has spooked them." Jackal chimed in.

Changing direction of his scope, Jackal's night vision lenses made everything fall in perspective, as he'd scale the metallic gate. "The dirt around the entrance... it's distorted, probably a snare trap. The two guards behind the distorted patch of land directly infront of the gate... They're both carrying standard issue marine combat rifles. Kingpin's sure know how to live it up big." Jackal continued.

Jackal would now re-adjust his lens to a wider view, examining the seeming flawless fragmentation in the steel gates, and large ten foot snow walls. "There's probably a pitfall trap directly in front of those rifle snipers. 100%" Jackal thought. Finally, adjusting the lenses back to his 20/20 vision view, Jackal would break away from his position from behind the street side signs, and merge into the crowd from his position about seventy meters away. At this time, Snowman and the guards would get into an argument. "Are you drunk mate? Fuck off. This isn't the place for your little intoxicated fits. If you stop any closer, you'll be the one whose spending the Night in the Good Doctor's District Hospital!" the guard shouted.

Whistling to himself, Jackal would've trailed gingerly observing the situation, closing each meter slowly but surely as the two exchange insults.

"I'mma come over there and fuck ya'll faces in!" Snowman shouted, as ineloquently as his vocabulary and crass permitted him.

The silent mouthed of the two guard, annoyed by the man's presence, rose his rifle towards Snowman's position twenty-meters away.

"Fuck off. Or I'll blow your brains off." the guard stated, nursing the cigarette between his lips, abandoning it from it's former position between the gaps of his left hand.

Finally, Jackal had made it to Snowman's position, using the massive man's height as coverage from the sniper's lens. The guard raising his rifle into the crowd made the little cover that they'd have fade, as civilians populating the street before scattered. With the appearance of the Mink, and his face mask on, it'd fit the reports of the rumours of the infamous Ears that'd been floating around the District, spooking the guard's even more.

The sniper took aim grip to his weapon, scaling Snowman's body, until his scope aligned with his dome. If he'd make one more move, it'd be the end of time on the side of the living. "Looks like you need some help big guy. If you'd just relax... We could've gotten into this place by approaching the guards in a more subtle manner. Not like it matters at this point now but food for thought." Jackal stated, swarming around mucus and snot in his mouth as he'd impassionately scolded the male. "At least, you're good enough cover." Jackal thought, snickering. Finalising the loogies composure in his mouth, Jackal would slide from his position behind the giant of a man a few inches, and fire off a single loogie fifteen meters, stopping five meters short of the guard's position. To them, it'd be just a man spitting in their direction insult.

The sniper change his scope's location toward's the revealed Mink's position, sizing up his lens towards the Mink's throat. However, in seconds, almost out of nowhere, an explosive charge that expanded over a thirty meter radius blasted outwards from the loogie's contact point with ground, the force of the charge broke down the thick metallic gates, bending them like twigs, creating a large enough gaps for even the largest of the lot, ten footer, could've easily slipped through. The entire base's front was covered in thirty-meters worth of smoke, clouding the sniper's shot's on both Osiris and Snowman. Slipping into the smoke, Jackal would've used the confusion, to avert himself out of the path of the startled shooters, who'd now began to rattle off shots directly in front of them towards Snowman. The man had been blown back from the explosion's charge but they'd quickly regain composure, ready to eliminate all enemies who'd come into range.

"Now. Let's see what dirty little secrets Mother has hidden." Jackal stated murmuring to himself. From behind the door, Jackal's Kenbunshoku picked up on several aura swarming about, this place was much more equipped to defend raids than it appeared to be.

Skils | Haki | Possessions :

It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine or is it? That's the bliss I desire.

Upon making it through the gates, Jackal sensed the aura signature of the silent mercenary, a male who'd went by the name of Sandman. In the main courtyard lied a fountain that had clearly been never filled up with water in recent years or even maintained/cleaned, and beyond, they'd be three routes laid out before them in terms of proceeding forward. Stopping inches away from the fountain, the man Sandman would've called him 'rabbit'. "Is that what you Lesser Mink's think I look like? Shishishi... You must not be very bright when it comes to the animal kingdom and mammals." Jackal retorted in timely fashion, quick witted with his responses, still shaded behind his face-mask but his Mink like tail exposed. In coming from left, we're several guards that'd begin to slip into the outer-end, twenty-eight meters or so off from the Mink's position, and the numbers had seemed to be increasing, as the pack's of mafiaso carrying a variety of weapons streamed into the courtyard looking for their next 'hit'.

"The Bandit in me screams... 'Avoid unnecessary conflict.' " Jackal stated. "However, judging by the trap at the entrance... If there's no guard present in a building so massive... and all of the action seems to be coming from the left... I'm assuming the main entrance is heavily trap based." Jackal stated. "And with that being said." Jackal stated, bending his knees and bursting through mid-air with two quick leaps in succession, landing in the heart of the incoming platoon of men.

Alarmed, as their reactions we're delayed at the man's penetration, the guards began to circle around among themselves in fear, pointing their rifles at each other, attempting to reform their positioning. Thirty meters cleared in a matter of seconds, the Bandit King proud of his speed, made his actions calculated and swift, even sensing the area below him before landing. Once he'd make it within the heart of the platoon, an electrical barrier around his body could've been seen surging.

Expanding the coat outward, in a dome like manner, the electrical threads spanned wild, much like the nest of a spider's own. Disarming the men with his electrical pulses, Jackal simply used his body like an electrical freight-train, penetrating right through the middle, making those grunts scared of being fried like the victims footsteps before to lunge out of harms way. "Keep up Sandman! Or should I slow down so you can meet my pace." Jackal exclaimed, taunting the masked mercenary. Eventually, the pair would make it to the other end of the compound, not engaging any enemy for any more than twenty-seconds at a time.

At the end of their path, they'd curve the bend towards the latter half of the main building, and it'd be at this point Jackal would shout, "Stop!" If Sandman heeded his warning, the man would halt moments before the stretch of ground in front of him. "Landmines. Shishishi... and a fucking shitload of them too." Jackal commented. As he'd examine the area in front of him for as far as the thirty meters permitted his Kenbunshoku to reach. He'd make the calculated guess that for the remainder of the eighty meter stretch that the floor bombs continued the same pattern as well.

It'd be at this point that the next trap would fall into play, on the ceiling of the housed compound, the sniper from earlier repositioned to this area, this time, changing his weapon of choice to a cannonball launcher. Taking aim, the man launched off two rounds from his position eighty meters away, as the cannonballs we're incoming, Jackal simply grinned, not flinching an inch from his position. Sandman however wouldn't be as suicidal, sprinting back as far as his feet could've taken him backwards down the path they travelled. The explosion plastered over a thirty meter radius, still capturing Sandman at the heel of his shoes, as the smoke immersed the area, Sandman looked back in awe at the Mink who didn't even flinch or move an inch, knowing in his mind that for the average man, death was the only solution.  

Skils | Haki | Possessions :

It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine or is it? That's the bliss I desire.

Standing the heart of the explosions, undamaged from the charge, the Bomu Bomu consumer used his immunity to all things of this kind to brush off the cannonball's fatality attempt. Grinning, Jackal would then use the cover from the smoke to dash across the land-mine field, using his Kenbunshoku to locate head's of each mine, allowing his foot to gently tap on the drone, using each blast as propulsion to the next mine. Eventually, a cluster of explosions encapsulated the area, causing the surrounding infrastructure of the buildings to weaken. Finally, at the end of the land mind field, a single block building where the sniper formerly was positioned on, was left with it's door blasted open. Entering into the room, Jackal stumbled across the hub of the area, where two large Den Den Snails, printing tons upon tons of pages, each Den Den connected to several monitors in the room. Inspecting the abandoned warehouse, Jackal came to the conclusion as he'd inspect the records, that these large Den Den's had been used to transfer information from local Brothel's within a mile's radius or so, however, that was just the initial thought.

As Jackal continued to shuffle through the records, he'd realise that the records weren't only taking accounts of Brothels on Baltigo, but several other islands and kingdom's across the Grandline. "How deep... do these Kingpin's power stem?" Jackal thought to himself as he'd inspect the records. "Shishishi... This bad boy seems to be able to transfer documents and transmissions from island to island. I think this might come in handy... after I tinker around with it a bit." Jackal stated grinning. Searching the room, Jackal would find the instruction manual for the rare typed Den Den, tucking it into his postman themed messenger bag. With all the mines disarmed from his sprint across, Jackal would disconnect the massive Den Den from the monitors and various devices, searching around the warehouse for a fork lift, ended up discovering a manual pallet with wheels, to which he'd lift the Den Den atop it, and began to wheel his newest toy fresh out of the building, as if he'd just went shopping in a store.

Jackal retrieved as many of the documents that we're being printed out but Mother had most of her messages coded with keywords. If he could've eventually cracked the coding scheme and takeover another one of Mother's Warehouses, he might've been able to pull of something that'd thwart her whole operation but that was a story for another time. Following back down the path he'd traversed full of landmines, the smoke cleared, and there stood the tattered Snowman, who'd been covered in bruises and flesh wounds from the prior explosive rainfall. Almost in an instant, straight like a scene out of a horror movie, Snowman's body was smushed by the building, bathing Jackal in a bloody mist. "My bloody scarf!" Jackal exclaimed, in frustration, as he'd twitch slightly at the notion of his favourite polka dot scarf being dampened in Lesser Mink meat juice. Releasing his hands off the pallet's metallic bars, raising his hand in the air, above his head. The man, Sandman had revealed himself, and the real Osiris' plan, aiming his handgun steady toward's Jackal's chest.

"Whatever happened to honour among thieves-" Jackal stated snidely, his words being shattered by the sound of the handgun rattling off two shots towards his chest-cage. The moment Jackal sensed the motion of the man's finger haphazardly attempting to squeeze the trigger, the Mink had coated his chest-cage in Busoshoku Haki, causing the bullets to impact against his chest, the force of the collision, still shook the Mink's body. Grinning, Jackal used this to his advantage, pretending to fall with the shot, landing face first into the floor, as Sandman smiled with immense glee.

Trailing toward's Jackal's position, the man cocked the gun for a third time, delaying the force of finger against the handgun's trigger. This time, he'd line up the shot square with the back of the Mink's temple, "I guess it's gameover, Mr.Osiris." Sandman stated, smugly stating his former partner's alias, knowing the truth in the Bandit King's deception. In one motion, Jackal would disburse his electro dome around his body, expanding the charge to encompass a three meter radius, frying the silent giant of a man, Sandman, causing him to fall to his knees, handgun still in hand, frozen in position, as his entire body convulsed from the Electrical charge. Standing up from the floor with a backflip, transitioning first from the hand stand position, the Bandit King now stood eye to eye with the assailant.

"Next time you try to kill someone like me... Make sure you're carrying a better pistol. or tougher bullets..." Jackal stated chuckling, his body still surging in a slight body coat of Electro. The smell of the massive man's fried flesh filled the Mink's nostrils, leaving him to scowl in disgust, walking away from the jolted mercenary, placing his hands against the stolen wheel lift that Jackal used to hoist his latest telecommunications gold.

Skils | Haki | Possessions :

It's the thrill in the end. In that moment when something stolen becomes mine or is it? That's the bliss I desire.

"Shishishi... We're pretty much allies now. Call me Jackal. Though I don't mind the Bandit King moniker, it's a bit impersonal at this stage of our encounters." Jackal stated, shining his sharpen canines in amusement at the Fishman's words. "Big Bear... That's one of the Kingpin's huh? Sure why not, I could use the spear cash. I'm going to be moving into a District myself shortly." Jackal said, alluding to his ultimate conclusion with Mother. Hauling the wheel pallet from the compound, the Mink said his final farewells to the pipe smoking Fishman, exchanging his Den Den number in good faith, "Even if it isn't Ursa's missions, give me a shout if your ever in trouble." Jackal concluded, waving his hand as he'd exit into the streets of the Second District, heading in the direction of his crew's hideout. With this newly acquired type of Den Den, Jackal could've carried out the stages of his plan, and it'd be a necessary piece that he'd never consider until today.

Within moments of their exiting the area, word of the raid made it back to Mother's ears. As several platoon's of Mother's men swarmed the facility, searching for evidence leaning towards the raiders identity, however, what they'd see was a calling card of the next generation. The whole place raided of it's contents, and funds carried by all of the additional mercenaries present, it'd enough to set Mother's rage to it's final peak of anger. Within moments, Jackal would arrive in the Ninth District, wheeling his Grand Prize, "It's time for the ball." Jackal concluded.