That time, my boss- a German man, Albert "The Envoy" Von Aurich. He gave us a dress code.
Again, it was a hired job- it's what I do. I'm freelance.
I was working with about three other people- all girls. Apart from Albert, who would be operating the radio and giving orders through headsets, I was the only man on this job.
Already I suspected he had odd interests when our job of securing his hotel room from which he'd operate a radio- had us dress up- I was a Butler, the girls I was working with- seemingly used to this already, were acting as maids to Albert- who pretended, as he always does, to be a representative of some big corporation. We were essentially- his servants, in that act.
When we got a room, he ordered me to go on ahead to scout out the bank, informing me that he already forged me an ID and I was due to work as a Janitor on the night shift.
I went on ahead- to this day, I don't know what orders he gave the rest of our group- because he seemingly wanted me out of the room before he told them.
Still- I scouted the place, as ordered- managed to get a good idea of the layout on the ground, and where each security camera was placed- where the security room was with the monitors.
Came back- drew up a plan. We were going to be as quiet as possible, and discreet... which supposedly, in his book- required all of us, except him- to don these... skin-tight leather suits.
Like those ones you see in spy movies- supposedly, the black was to blend into the darkness, despite my information granting that the lights are kept on all-night so that the CCTV is able to pick up clearer images.
And the skin-tight nature was for "Greater mobility" which... to this day, I can still remember how difficult it was to move in it. And uncomfortable. I would probably have had better mobility if I was wearing my janitor's uniform, with the boiler suit- at least then, I could play ignorant. But no- inconspicuous skin-tight black leather was the dress code we had for robbing a bank.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Hal comes on inside, looking to Aki and Audrey-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-shrugs- The pay was good, and we weren't stealing anything too odd.
It didn't go off too badly- but I heard that his ring was taken down later by a Vigilante- can't remember their name, but they were a fan of William Tell.
They managed to trace the money that was stolen, straight to him- in his share of the money.
-looks confused for a moment-
edited 8th Oct '16 4:28:05 PM by RegularDefender
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this postNah, no meetings, but I was hoping Audrey and I could train, seeing as she missed out on earl—
Audrey?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Indie mov— you can't be serious. There is an evil alien deathworld hanging over our heads!
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Hal is making his way back to the room from the Astro Megaship-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?