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Raj is currently driving on the street, who is leading to the rich area of the Garnet Island. He is driving his personal car because what other option does he have? He is an immigrant who is able to afford a car, rather than taking the absolute mess of public transportation.

As he continues to drive, he decides to turn on the radio, then he stops it after three seconds, and puts a USB stick that contains all of his favourite songs. As he plugged the stick into the device, the first songs that it plays "Set up" who was once used in a video game who was milked by a multi-billionaire company after they released the same game and was milked as hard as the one mentioned earlier. As Raj drives the car, he sees a test message on his phone.

Raj checks the phone after he stopped at the first traffic light, where there are six cars in front of him. The message it is coming from Travis, and it says: "Hey, Raj! I probably forgot to mention the house you are going to is also having an application that tracks the people phones IDs who are passing by their house. So, you better turn off the phone or throw it. Personally, I would recommend throwing it somewhere far from that house or security camera range."

Then Raj, not wanting to text him while he drives, he decides to call Travis.

"Ey. What do you mean to throw it from the security camera range?"

"Um." says Travis on the phone. "I don't know what type it might be, but I can deduce it should be a new security camera model. Probably a y6ti8. Those types can have a range of even a hundred meters."

"Then how can I take photos?"

"Try and buy a usual camera." says Trevor on the phone after five seconds of silence. "I have found a store near you."

"Hold on. Are you tracking me?"

"Yes." says Trevor. "At least be grateful I can help you, otherwise you would have been immediately caught and thrown in a cell with a big black man with a dong the size of an elephant tail."

"Fine. Thanks." says Raj. "Where is that store?"

"At three hundred meters from you. It has a great promotion for a retro photographic camera. It won't be tracked not even by a device from today standards."

"Good."

The man closes the call, and drives to the hardware store he was instructed by a call from Travis to go. After he got to the street near the store, he parks the car there, near the edge of where cars should be parking, not in the passage where people are walking, or like some other BMW drivers in the middle of the street. He gets off the car, and goes inside the store.

"Hello, sir!" say the cashier on the desk to Raj who entered the store. "How can I help you?"

"Yes. I would like to buy a camera, please." say Raj to the cashier.

"Sure. Would you like an advanced model? One can be track the location of the photos you've taken? Or one who can make holographic pictures?"

"No. I heard you have a promotion of one old camera."

"Ah. you mean this one?" he says while he puts a normal looking camera on the desk. "This is one whom a people from the 2010s or 2015s kids or teenagers are seeing as something ancient, which is actually a device from 90s."

"I-I am familiar with the 90s. I am actually 30 years old."

"Good. So, you know how to operate it."

"Yes."

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"Alright. That will be fifty dollars."

"That cheap?" jokes Raj, then he sees the cashier looking with a face that he wants to be killed by a truck and incarnated into a magic and lots of orgy porn world with a lot of females. "…Okay." he hands him the money, and takes the camera.

"Enjoy the product." says the cashier looking exhausted.

Raj leaves the shop, he heads to his car, get in it, and drives to the location where the house is going to be photographed. Raj drives off from the location, and as he drives off, he turns off the phone to prevent from being detected by the hackers, or security cameras near the area.

After a few minutes, Raj stops his car on a parking lot, who is at thirty meters away from the house he has to take photos. He walks closer to that house, and he starts to photograph the security cameras of the house, and the gates that look to be automatic. "Of course, they have to be automatic." thoughts of Raj smiling inside.

"Hey!" says a person wearing a suit approaching Raj. "Who are you? This is a private property!"

"I-I-I am taking photo, sir." says Raj sounding and try to be intimidated by the slim man with long beard and dressed in Gucci suit.

"Photos! What are you? A clown?! This is a private property."

"I-I am sorry, sir. I will go."

"Hold on!" says the man stopping Raj by putting his hand on his chest. "Give me the camera."

"What?"

"Give me the camera, fool!"

The man was trying to take the camera from Raj. He holds the camera, not letting the douchebag in a Gucci suit take it. The man, then lets it loose, and decide to try and take out his pistol. Raj, seeing the man about to pull out the gun, Raj, jumps on the man, and he stabs his neck vein with a tranquillizer shot. The shot was so strong, the man in Gucci suit, he immediately falls on the road.

"Ah. fuck." say Raj seeing the body of the man on the street. "Got to hide this asshole."

He takes the body up to his shoulders, and he carries him to his car. Thankfully, there weren't any cameras near the incident since he took a big distance from that house, and he also hide in the tree to take the photo of the house. Plus, the other cameras from the other mansions are having security cameras who look cheap.

"Now I have to deal with this asshole." he says after he puts the body of that man into the backseat, and he goes to the driver seat.

Raj drives the car from the area he was taking the photos, and leaves by taking the direction he took it to come here. After he left the parking lot, he turns on his phone, and he calls Travis after three minutes of driving.

"Hey! I've taken the photos."

"Did someone saw you?" asks Travis on the phone.

"Um… One. But I managed to put him down."

"You killed him?"

"No. I've euthanized him."

"Really? You should kill him." says Travis sounding angry on the phone.

"I will try something else."

"You should kill him!"

"Okay, okay." says Raj sounding already annoying. "I will throw him in the ocean."

"No. It is risky with ecologists and marine biologists nowadays. Burn him."

"But where?"

"The scrapyard is having a fireplace. It should be good enough to burn a body and escape from evidence."

"Okay…" says Raj on the phone. "I will do it."

He closes the call, and drives the car of his to the scrapyard.

After five minutes of driving, the passenger from the back he wakes, and he looks scared at Raj. He breathes heavily, and looks around him worried.

"What is this?" asks the man who was put unconscious earlier by Raj.

"Ah, fuck." says Raj, he takes out the pistol he grabbed it from the body of that man, he aims to him. "Stay still."

"Please!" say the man sounding scary. "Put the gun down. And I promise I will not tell anyone about this."

"Nice try."

"Please, listen! I have contacts. Big contacts! They will make you rich. Please. Leave me somewhere, and I promise I will not tell anything."

"And should I believe you?"

"I am Rick Montana! Owner of a multi NFT's stores. Let me leave!"

Raj is looking at the man, who is sounding sincere of the things he said earlier. Now he has to make a choice, if he lets the man leave, he might get a help from him in the future when times will be hard. But it will also be risky because this man might also make a move to the police and make the whole heist thing fall on crumbles.

The guy doesn't know about the heist Raj is pulling off, so it will be good. Plus, if he tries to call the cops, his best friend, Rudy, from Florida, he will make a simple hack and erase the report of the crime this man will be putting.

Raj decides to let the gun down, and he tells the man.

"I will let you leave, okay. And I want you to shut up about this incident. But I am keeping the gun."

"Man." say Rick Montana. "Without a gun here. I am food to these hyenas called hobos."

"I don't care."

"…Alright…" says the man sounding scared. "I will go, and I promise you, with my life, that I will not try to say to any police, or FBI, or any assassin about this."

"Good. I will drop you here."

Raj stops the car in front of a strip club, and he says to the unconditional passenger from the backseat.

"Do yourself a favour and drink until you pass out on a beach."

"I-I will try. Thank you!" he says and leaves the car, walking like a normal person inside that strip club.

Then, Raj drives from that club, to the warehouse where the rest of the team waits for him.

"Hope I have done the right choice", though Raj to himself.