Mansion
C'mon, I'll introduce you fucks...
-heads inside-
-the mansion is just as fancy on the inside as it was on the outside-
-Knives beckons for the three of them to follow him-
C'mon, boss is in here...
-leads them to a back room-
Bank
-i... don't think banks normally have satellites-
-it'd have an internet connection, yeah, but i don't think a satellite-
-the barricades are pretty hardcore, you can't see inside the bank from street level-
Ghh... -struggles vainly as Planetman holds him-
I'm... I'm goddamn sick n' tired of all of you super-power bastards... Kill me if you want, but I'll be damned if I give you a cent of my money!
Sewer
-Killer Croc pounces for Kalmor from the ceiling, crashing full-on into him-
Is that a can opener... I'll need it to pry you open, tin-man! -lunges forth to grabs at his chain-axe-
Bridge
-the guards begin leading them along the bridge-
-they seem to be leading you to that football stadium, up ahead-
-that heavily-garrisoned football stadium-
Foxy
-flashes him a grin-
Can't rightly say that I am, guv'nor... Just a poor ol' boy from Whitechapel, I am...
Zack
-offers him another cigar-
I'll take it on faith that you are what you say you are. Regardless if you're telling the truth or not, we're not in the business of turning down help.
-looks back down at the map on the table- In fact, there's something that I need a hand with already.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOIFirst National Bank
(The miniature sun in Planetman's hand fizzes out completely.)
You know what. I'm not going to give you the satisfaction of death. Enjoy being frozen over for the rest of your life! Sub Zero Figure 4 Neck Lock! (places the manager into a Figure 4 Neck Lock. The Neptune and Pluto planets on his legs glow and attempt to place the manager into cryogenic stasis.)
edited 21st Aug '16 8:28:04 PM by josh6243
-Felix is weighing up how much money this guy can offer them vs anyone else-
-While also trying to keep track of exits-
We might need to make a flashy escape if this goes wrong.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Foxy
Oh, I don't think I will... I don't think I will at all...
-quickly moves to bludgeon him in the back of the head with his truncheon-
FOB Rogue
You have to make do when you get shipped off to another dimension. Now, c'mon. I bet the boss'll want to see you...
-leads Glados, Antlers, and Valentine to the stadium proper-
Bank
Y—you sonofa—
-he's froze-
Zack
-points towards the map-
◊ We're here. The stadium. We have a rough idea of what's going on downtown... but we need more intel. Midtown and uptown are complete blanks to us right now.
-there seems to be a commotion up ahead, by the entrance to the stadium-
...?
Sewer
-hisses, blood running down his forehead-
-swings the axe for Kalmor's helmet in an unprecise overhead cleave-
Mansion
-probably a lot, Felix-
-this is an 80's coke dealer mansion, it's swank as shit-
-a man in an expensive suit is seated at a desk in the back room-
-the desk is covered in cocaine - he's doing lines off of it-
-looks up when they step in- What is this? What the hell is this? Knives, what the fuck did I say about—
Easy, man, easy easy! Look — these guys wanna join up! -points to Sophia, Locus, and Felix-
-eyes them- And who the fuck are you three supposed to be?
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOILemme handle the talking.
Evening Mister, erm, Face. You can call me Felix; me and my compatriot Locus here are mercenaries who are paid the good bucks to do things that the shinier, well-to-do folk try not to think too hard about so they can keep spinning on their plate.
The city Locus and I are from, we practically keep it running by taking out the right guys at the right times, and we figured that since your men here were so hospitable and welcoming, we're going to let you have the first bid for our services before we check out the competition. I put a bullet through one of your rivals as a little freebie to sweeten the pot, you get me? Let's talk money.
edited 21st Aug '16 8:37:06 PM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

(Follows Chris Antlers, almost sauntering along despite her massive bulk. Gives each man she passes a judgemental little ogle with her single eye.)
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