Chapter 121: Looter Extraordinaire

First 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.