Damned Pirates

He carefully fastened his bullet-proof vest and checked his sidearm before nodding to the other members of his team. This was going to be a bad one; they all were really, but he expected this one to be especially difficult.

He hated the way they were depicted these days, so acceptable, almost admired even. Everyone seemed so willing to overlook their crimes, to turn a blind eye to the damage they caused, but not him.

Then the signal was given and his team charged in, guns drawn.

"Okay Grandma, put down the mouse and step away from the CD burner!"