Bianca boils and mashes some potatoes for her meal, but can't find any gravy— she doesn't count the canned gravy, which she already tried and detests. Spoon and bowl in hand, she finds the vampire questioning a boy that she had taken little notice of before.
"What's going on here, Mr. Vampire?" She digs in the mashed potatoes. "Do you see any paper and pencils around here? I need to test how well I've memorized the map so far."
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey BitchfestJonathan shrugged. "Dunno," he said to Charlie. "I mean, I don't really know what we're against yet. I don't have a good idea of the casino's layout, the surrounding area, what kind of guards it has, the security systems... They're all a big question mark right now."
He threw his old orange peels into the trash can. "Been involved in two... well, not exactly heists, but they required similar amounts of planning." He thought back. "Hijacking a gun truck with a railgun, and stealing cars from a train in mid-transit. The train went flawlessly, but there was no way we could get the truck without exposing ourselves. Went well enough, though."
"Do you realize what I could do?" He smiled and bared his fangs. "If I deem you a nuisance, I could immobilize you and bring you to the kitchen to show everyone else that you're an eavesdropper and a traitor. Do you think you can take all of us on at once. So you might as well be friendly and join us." This guy seemed obnoxious.
Ian heard Bianca from the kitchen and responded. "I'm sure there are some laying around here. You should look in the drawers. Some good stuff might be hiding in there." He stifled a laugh.
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"Ah, so he's a possible spy." Bianca sets down the food and summons a cleaver into her good hand. Magic is much, much weaker in this world, but she can still do such simple things. "Well. I won't hurt you unless you give me reason to, so why make trouble? Why do you feel the need to hide?"
She gives the vampire a glare. "What's so funny? Do I look tasty?"
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Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey Bitchfest"Well, me and my team carried out a heist in another casino last year... Kind off. It was half heist, half assassination. Things didn't exactly go as planned... I almost died, the group was split up for a few weeks, and our... leader, I guess, Noah, went missing. We managed to retrieve what we were looking for, but the owner of the casino avoided death, and sent a hit squad after us. Things got pretty complicated after that."
"You are quite difficult." Ian said, looking down at him. This brat reminded him of someone he meant in the past—and died. "You were in the cell with us, correct. That means you were chosen for the...job that we're doing. I doubt our employer would let you walk away, and you were eavesdropping on us. That means you were going to blow the whistle on us, perhaps on the casino that we're going to.
"Even if you weren't going to do that, I can't let you leave."
While he was looking at him, Ian listened to wait the others were saying in the kitchen at the same time.
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"I've been on the receiving end of a few elaborate assassination attempts, myself." Jonathan's voice grew distant. "And there was one time..." He sighed and rubbed his head.
"Our organization got infiltrated by a mole, and one day, we were simply assaulted, but the amount of planning that went into it was incredible, and we didn't even know the enemy was there until they were killing security personnel. Nobody would have survived - or, more accurately, escaped - if someone hadn't managed to get to the alarms, and if a friend of mine hadn't tricked some of their best troops into a room with automated turrets. Enough people died as it was, though."
Grimm cleared his throat. “Was there anything I missed? I mean- do we even have a plan? We DO have a plan, right?”
He assumed that was what the list was for; to compile a list of their general skill set so it could be determined what role each of them would play in the heist. Looking around at the few that had remained in the armory, he waited for an answer.
yey"I think we need to case the place before we can come up with a definitive plan," Yuki said. "We need eyes on the ground to see what we're up against, even if that's just the first level."
Talking over a blueprint would only get them so far, after all.
No one believes me when I say angels can turn their panties into guns."I might as well play along with it." Ian said, scooting the drawer closer to the table. "My best guess is that there are bugs in this room, so he could keep track of us. They would be well-hidden, but I would be wasting my time looking for them." He looked around the room. Were there bugs and cameras? "Besides, this heist would probably be fun."
He then bent over to whisper closely in his ear. "And if worst comes to worst, I can always attack my employer."
"If you're going to show us how smart you are for being suspicious, don't be such a brat about it." Bianca's metal hand closes on his wrist and keeps a tigher grip than her other hand could. "For your information, I don't like him either, but this is the best lead I've gotten on a way back home, so I'm going to follow it... for now."
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey BitchfestGrimm snapped his fingers. “Alright, tell you what. I’ve got an idea. How about we go to this casino and get a room for a long-term stay that we can use as an on-site base of operations? We can case the place without looking suspicious, what with just being innocent customers and how dare you accuse me of anything, and as a bonus we can live it up a little. What do you say? I mean- if Kobayashi’s giving us a blank check… I’ll just say that if I’m going to die, I’d rather spend the days and hours before I do with my face embedded deep in the lap of luxury.”
yey"Interesting," said Jonathan. "Are they 'can't-be-killed-by-anything' immortal, 'can't-die-of-old-age' immortal, or something else? I knew someone who was a little over nine hundred years old, but looked to be about sixty. He was just as fragile as the rest of us, though, and got killed in that raid I talked about. After taking a hell of a lot of them with him."
"I bet Kobayashi's a fake name," Bianca says disdainfully. She sets down her cleaver and reaches for the bowl of mashed potatoes so she can continue her meal, but doesn't let go of Prisha. She intends to draw out his humiliation as long as possible.
Warm hugs and morally questionable advice given here. Prosey Bitchfest“Well, this is extremely suspect,” Scott muttered.
Jared poked his head into Scott’s temporary office. One of the unoccupied rooms belonging to the security teams had been repurposed to accommodate the newest “consultant” to the team.
“I’ve called Trinity security,” Jared said. “We’ll rendezvous with them right here, in the Victorian.”
Scott, hunched over his laptop and typing away, nodded. Sidling up behind Scott, Jared poked his head over Scott’s shoulders. “Meanwhile, what’ve you got going on here?”
“Jared,” Scott said. “How difficult do you think it is to order, transport, and deliver enough weaponry to arm a small country and hide all of it?”
“I’d say that sounds bloody impossible.”
“And you’d be right,” Scott said. “I’ve put my ear to Vegas’ ground, and there are whispers. I believe that I have found our enemy.”
Jared chuckled as he took a closer look at Scott’s screen. “Mate, is that Google Earth?”
Scott smiled as he spun around a miniature globe on his laptop screen. “It works. Anyways, this warehouse, right here. Friends in the shipping business—“
Jared raised an eyebrow. “Like Fed Ex?”
“For murderous thugs. Somebody has to deliver the package.”
“Ah.”
“Anyways, orders—just that, ‘orders,’ nothing specific—have been coming in from that warehouse like nothing you’d believe for the past day. And if they’re having a barbeque, why would the details be so vague? Somebody is hiding something. Maybe not our robber friends, but somebody in the middle who’s making sure that it isn’t immediately obvious that they’re stocking up weapons.”
“So, mate, what d’you propose? Go in, have a lil’ fun?”
Scott shook his head. “No. First, we wait for the Trinity ‘consultants’ to show up. They’re a part of this as much as us. Second, we don’t storm the fucking castle. We act flexibly. If we have to storm the castle, we’ll do so. If it’s in our interest to just scout things out, then we’ll do that.”
A smile broke out on Scott’s face. “But I do intend on letting those fuckers know that we’re wise to their game. Let ‘em know that we’re ready and waiting.”
Whatcha gonna do, little buckaroo? | i be pimpin' madoka fics"Impressive," Jonathan said. "I've never been unlucky enough to have an immortal after me... except Shaurei, and he's never engaged me directly. Of course, the stuff he sends after me is pretty powerful. I just had a team of bounty hunters attack me, and in the middle of the opening gala of an office building, to boot. Fought them off, but they were so damn persistent. They brought in a helicopter to fire on the building. Maybe that's why I've talked about helicopters so much recently.
"Anyway, that incident got me arrested for vigilanteism, along with some other charges the police were after me for. Kobayashi's employer presumably pulled some strings and got me shuttled to Vegas instead of the Madrigal jail, and, well, here I am."
"Well," said Charlie. "At least this has taken you away from all that for a while. I got arrested on my downtime, just after we stopped the whole world from going to hell. Honestly, I attract bad luck." Charlie looked around. "Ummm... don't tell any of the others that, they'd probably want rid of me."
Jonathan grinned. "Oh, don't worry, I have bad luck as well sometimes. Although mine's more of the kind that forces you into awkward situations." He chuckled. "Let me tell you, there is nothing more awkward than being in an elevator with the girlfriend you don't want to admit is your girlfriend, and she doesn't want to admit you're her boyfriend, while Aerosmith's 'Love in an Elevator' is playing. Especially when someone else gets on and sees the two of you standing on opposite sides of the elevator, very consciously not looking at each other."
His laugh petered out. "Of course, I probably used up my pool of 'big situations' bad luck a few years back. That was..." He shuddered. "Unpleasant."
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