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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 9, 2015 21:16:17 GMT -5
Dodger's puzzle drowns out his embarrassment. He looks at the weapons, then at Amelia's cleavage. "How... Nevermind, just hand it over." He puts out one hand towards Amelia and looks at Tracker. "Uh... You too scotty
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Post by Raptor on May 9, 2015 21:18:20 GMT -5
"Figures." He opens the briefcase, then takes out a pistol from his jacket, putting it in with the disassembled rifle. He then unsheathes a combat knife and puts it in there as well. He closes up the case and holds it out to Dodger, neglecting to include the hidden switchblade hidden behind his belt.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 9, 2015 21:28:22 GMT -5
"Thank you," Says Dodger. "Now, I hope I don't have to do a body search because I really don't wanna heart attack at the age of twenty three."
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 9, 2015 21:44:59 GMT -5
Amelia smirks. "Maybe I should've kept something then...just so you'd HAVE to body search us." She laughs softly. "That'd be quite interesting...wouldnt it Scotty." She slaps his ass in a playful manner.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 9, 2015 21:58:06 GMT -5
The elevator dings open. "Thank god!" Dodger rushes out of the metal box a bit more spasmly than he'd liked. The room is dark and the only light comes from a small slit in the blinds. A man is sitting drinking herbal tea and smoking a broad cigarette. He looks up at Dodger, squinting. The man is ginger with a reddish face. His eyes are calm and tired as soon as he stops squinting. He has a defined jawline and eagle-like nose. He's dressed up in a tinted green shirt with an emerald bow-tie and suspenders. He's wearing cream trousers and a bowler of the same colour. "What?" He hisses calmly. "A-Applicants..." Dodger replies and hands him the pages. Dodger gestures for the two to come over.
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Post by Raptor on May 9, 2015 22:25:18 GMT -5
Tracker just stares at Amelia for a moment. "Seriously," he mutters quietly. "The act." He then walks over.
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 9, 2015 22:31:55 GMT -5
Amelia laughs softly and walks seductively towards the man. "Hello, new boss...What do you need us to do?"
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 9, 2015 23:00:13 GMT -5
The man begins reading the applications. Suddenly he smiles. "Wha... The fuck? You're a chef and a prostitute? I mean... They say do what you love but jeez..." He looks up at the two and his smile fades. "Murdoch, great to meet ya." He says soundly. "Well, I'll tell you the details soon, but first, lets's get to know each other." He stands up and walks in front of them. "First thing you should know, I'm not your boss. I'm the face of this operation, not the brain." He hovers around the two, toying with the collar of Tracker's coat and picking at the seams of Amelia's bodysuit. "That title belongs to Miss Fortune herself. Second, there is no second. That's too much info... Now tell me about yourselves." He sits back down. "Past, age, favourite colour..."
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 9, 2015 23:01:54 GMT -5
"...Acquaintances..."
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Post by Raptor on May 9, 2015 23:10:08 GMT -5
"I imagine I'm not very well-known around here, but you may hear my name floating around some of the... organizations who used to hire me. It shouldnae take you two guesses to figure out what I'm best at, given my equipment and name."
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 10, 2015 9:17:12 GMT -5
"Tracker, eh? Well, you won't be Trackin' no one, but that sniper'll be handy," He says. Dodger jumps. "O-Oh yeah, I was s'posed to give you these.." Dodger heaves the briefcase onto Murdoch's desk and then scatters the light weapons belonging to Amelia. Murdoch examines the the brass knuckles and then looks up at Amelia. "... Right." He opens the briefcase and looks at the disassembled sniper. He picks up the pistol in his hand and aims it at dodger who in turn flinches. He puts the gun back, closes the briefcase and turns his attention towards Amelia's gear. "Nope, this ain't gonna cut it. What're gonna do, light candles? No no no... We always prepare for the worst." He takes a key from his breast pocket and unlocks a small cabinet under his desk. He pulls out a magnum revolver and a handful of bullets and sets them in Amelia's pile.
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 10, 2015 12:06:55 GMT -5
"Well when you're out the streets you gotta make do with whatever you can find" Amelia stares at the revolver and mumbles to herself in french. "I hope I can hide this well so Emma doesn't get scared.." She holds the gun in her hands and the bullets. She speaks normally
"Lets see here...past stuff..." She puts the bullets in her bra then tries to hide the revolver between her breasts. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you my story, age, and all that shit..." She smiles. "It's not important"
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Post by Raptor on May 10, 2015 12:54:57 GMT -5
"You're also going to need more concealing attire, lass. Especially if you want to try and hide that gun there."
((I should note that Tracker knows Russian and Chinese.))
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 10, 2015 12:57:14 GMT -5
"Perfect," he says, "now I can debrief you. Somebody's been... Stirring trouble. Now, we were on the receiving end of this trouble but the police are interested too. If the police connect the dots and find out all those dead crooks worked for us we'll be makin' a visit to the grey-bar hotel. We have a guy who's offered to hand over the forensics or whatever, the boss knows the details, but I digress..." Murdoch places a brown briefcase on the desk. He opens it and reveals it's full of money. "You need to give him this. Now you may ask, what's stopping you from taking off with all this? The fact that it's fake. I wouldn't expect no banks to except that. You need to get his trust let him hand over the evidence and then kill him. He'll have friends. There's a van outside for the bodies and don't worry about cops, they won't notice a few gunshots, not when they're department has a bomb in it! Fucking A, right?" Closes the briefcase and places two radios on the desk. "Keep in touch."
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Post by Raptor on May 10, 2015 13:05:40 GMT -5
"It'll just be us two, then? Against however many he's got on his side?" Tracker grabs his own briefcase.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 10, 2015 13:19:03 GMT -5
Murdoch nods, handing him a radio.
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 11, 2015 0:37:13 GMT -5
Amelia takes the radio and spins it around in her hand. "Do the methods of which we kill the boss matter....?" She smirks a little and licks her lips. "Because I'd like to have some fun...if you don't mind." She laughs softly.
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Post by Raptor on May 11, 2015 1:27:16 GMT -5
"Don't get too clever, lass. That's not a good idea. Though you will make a good distraction." Tracker puts the radio in his coat and nods to the briefcase with the fake money. "And don't forget that."
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 11, 2015 1:51:44 GMT -5
Murdoch squints in confusion. "What're you gonna do, eat him?" He checks his watch, "Ugh, whatever. Bore him to death for all care, just kill him." He shouts at Dodger to lead the two back outside the casino and when he objects, Murdoch throws the tea-cup at his head. Dodger leads the two to the elevator, rubbing his forehead. "I liked the old next-in-command better," he complains.
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 11, 2015 13:43:19 GMT -5
"Eh? Who was the other?" Amelia takes the briefcase of money and follows Tracker and Dodger.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 11, 2015 14:13:38 GMT -5
In the light of the elevator you can see a red mark on Dodger's forehead. Small cuts show more vibrant flesh, but no blood is visible. "His name's Charlie. As in the phonetic shit?" Dodger presses one of the buttons, closing the lift. He rubs his mark gently. "He was a nice guy... But then that asshole comes along and gets all friendly with my boss. Then all of a sudden he's the best guy alive!" Dodger leans on the elevator wall. "I mean, I guess it was a pretty good idea in hindsight, considering he turned out to be really aggressive and smart. Sometimes he just goes into these aggressive adrenaline tantrums, but we just pump tar into his lungs and hope that keeps him from his sordid shitfits." He clears his throat, "And... I mean don't get me wrong, he was a smart guy, but Charlie wasn't exactly streetwise. He mostly works behind the scenes now."
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Post by Raptor on May 11, 2015 15:15:58 GMT -5
Tracker retrieves his weapons from his case and puts them in their proper places, listening with little interest.
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 11, 2015 15:55:50 GMT -5
Amelia listens and gently touches the mark on Dodger's forehead. "I see...you poor thing..."
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 11, 2015 16:20:33 GMT -5
"Please, I have it easy," the elevator once again opens with a ding. Dodger leads them back into the lobby, barely noticing the blonde young woman at the desk wearing an important and expensive looking black blazer. "I'm on his side." He pulls out a note from his jacket. He hands it to Tracker. On one side is a lot of words, most of which are scribbled out. On the other side is an address. "78b Harley Street." He looks at Amelia, "That's where you're going..." He looks at Tracker's briefcase. "You'll be on the other side, three floors up."
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Post by Raptor on May 11, 2015 16:57:13 GMT -5
"My thoughts exactly." He puts the note in his jacket pocket.
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