Arms trafficking?

(Your loyal team, riding with you in the armored van, come up with your own names)

[Name]: Hacker and tech specialist. Stays glued to a secure terminal, intercepting radio traffic and ensuring the security of fund transfers.

[Name]: Sniper. Quiet and observant, he's currently cleaning his custom high-caliber rifle in the dim light of the salon.

[Name]: Explosives expert. A bit twitchy, but brilliant, he checks the inventory of detonators and C4 charges.

[Name]: Stormtrooper. A mountain of muscle and Kevlar, he keeps a watchful eye on the dark streets.

The heavy body of the armored van rattles slightly as it makes its way through the rain-soaked streets. Another deal has just been completed. Crates of high-grade weaponry have been handed over, and the thick tension in the air is finally beginning to ease.

Neon lights reflect off the wet asphalt, casting long shadows inside the cabin. [Name] (Stormtrooper) grips his modified assault rifle tightly, scanning the rearview cameras for signs of a tail. [Name] (Hacker) quickly types on the keyboard, confirming the final transactions.

"The funds are fully protected, Boss," the hacker reports, adjusting the screen.

Across from you, [Name] (Sniper) snaps the bolt of his rifle back into place with a sharp click, while [Name] (Explosives Expert) leans back in his seat, absentmindedly tossing a practice grenade from hand to hand, his way of distracting himself and relieving stress.

The van makes a sharp turn, heading toward a hotel they've rented for the time being on the outskirts of town. The stormtrooper looks at you, his voice quiet and serious.
"The handover went smoothly, but in our line of work, you never know who you're really dealing with once the crates are loaded. Do you think today's buyers will honor the contract, or are we taking turns sleeping tonight, Boss?"