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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 22, 2017 20:02:31 GMT
Sebastian Smith. The single most wealthiest man in all of America, earning his vast fortune through investments, stocks and many other means. He always had a hobby of collecting exotic artifacts and prized possessions from around the world, wanting to show off the wealth he has. He lives a life of luxury, pleasure and beauty. Women want him and men want to be him.
This hobby attracts many people of high status and wealth, wanting to witness this seemingly endless display of beautiful items he collected over the years. It also attracts the wrong kind of attention. Thieves, con artists and crooks have attempted to claim ownage on some of his collection, for the fortune and the reputation of stealing from the world's wealthiest man. All have failed, not even coming close. Why you may ask? Sebastian spent millions creating a vault that is said to be impenetrable. Security systems range from laser tripwires, pressure platforms, motion detectors, all you can imagine will be around the place. Sebastian hired the best of the best to guard it. Former Military patrol and keep watch 24/7, their eyes miss nothing. This gives Sebastian confidence to entertain his guests at his many parties without worry of being robbed under his nose.
Until now...
A mysterious benefactor took interest in this fortune. She has been aqquiented with Mr. Smith for some time and gathered what she knew about the vault. She worked out that it is true, the vault cannot be cracked into... Alone. She came up with a plan to gather the best thieves, crooks and criminals around the world and create a whole team that will break into the vault and clean it out. Her motivations ad to why is unknown, but she is determined to do it. One way or the other.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 22, 2017 20:33:54 GMT
Dead of night in the beautiful city of Paris. It makes the famous Diamant Ville jewellery exhibition, known for being crowded with tourists, empty. Halls are still, only one security guard patrols the quiet displays... he would, if he wasn't knocked out right now. Madalene, the Infamous jewel Thief known as Rusé, put him to sleep with her tranquillisers so he wouldn't disrupt her while she went to work.
She spent two weeks staking the place out and while everything she saw was enticing, a single item caught her attention. The exhibition's most valuable piece; a diamond encrusted necklace with a single large Ruby in the center. It was passed down the line of a highly influential French family tree and found it's way to the Diamant Ville to remain immortal... And Madalene wants it for herself. She has used the camera's blind spots, twisted through the laser grids and avoided all trips this far. Now she's ready to claim her prize.
Through the glow of her night vision goggles, she sees the necklace in front of her behind a glass case. She removes a scalpel from her utility belt and slowly cuts a perfect circle in the glass and carefully removes it. With deft, but steady hands, she swipes the necklace and replaces it with her calling card in half a second. She grins at her achievement as by he admires the necklace for a few seconds. This would go great with a dress she is creating if it wouldn't be so noticeable what it truly is in France. Maybe when she moves to another country she could wear it...
Enough contemplating, time to leave. She twists through the laser grids once more and over to a window that she broke the latch to while she was staking the place. She climbs through it and cautiously scales down from the second story building. She jogs down into a hallway where she cannot be seen and removes her goggles and mouth mask. She takes a minute to really take in the detail of the necklace, she feels she's earned this moment.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 22, 2017 20:37:28 GMT
Niko lent back in his chair his feet up on the table, it looked like he was in for a wild-ride he never would have guessed from how this thing started.
Weeks earlier, an abandoned warehouse in Moscow: The thug's fist smacked into Niko's stomach again causing him to vomit all over the warehouse floor before the men holding his arms forced him back onto his knees. "You really fucked with the wrong person this time suka!" Said Vladimir in Russian massaging some life back into his hand. "The deal was you would lose the race!" Niko spat on the ground trying to clear the taste of sick out of his mouth and gave Vlad his best shit-eating grin. "Sorry but losing isn't my style you fat mudak!" Niko had made a deal with the Bratva because it was the only way to get into the big time street-race. Of course they'd wanted him to throw the race but he'd never intended to do so he'd planned to be across the border into Ukraine before they even heard about it but he'd decided to get a drink to celebrate before leaving, he'd thought he had plenty of time, but he started boasting and as it turned out their had been two Bratva soldiers in the bar just his fucking luck! This time Vlad hit him in the face knocking a tooth loose and causin him to spit blood. "We'll see how big your mouth is when I cut out your tongue!" Vlad pulled a switch-knife from his jacket. Niko stared up at him still grinning despite the blood and vomit smeared around his mouth and on his shirt. Well guess this was it.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 22, 2017 21:18:10 GMT
The bomb didn't go off, of course it didn't things never go correctly, if it did then the FBI wouldn't need Andrew. The target sat safely in his penthouse high above the world, he sold weapons to undesirables and needed to be removed. The explosive was set correctly it was supposed to engulf the whole room, there would be a few acceptable losses, but that was life. Its time to do it personally, he unlocks the safety of his MP5 and waits for the elevator to open up.
With a ding the doors slide open and bullets fly. Security forces were aware of him, which is annoying but nothing he can't deal with. Six, seven, eight bodies hit the ground, Andrew was hit in the left arm nothing serious. He perfectly pulls out his pistol and puts two shots into his targets head. More security was coming and he was corner he needed a way out, just as planned. A guardian angel was going to show up sooner or later he just had to survive long enough. Taking cover behind a flipped over oaken table he waits for the ding of the elevator. His arm leaking all over the floor, he sighs really craving a cigarette right now even though he wasn't much of a smoker. He hated these jobs, having to screw up on purpose to owe a favor to this mystery woman, just so he can take her down. Too much risk not enough pay off, he closes his eyes for a moment waiting for the ding that will decide his fate.
A month later and his name is Marcus he's sitting at a table with a bunch of people of interest. He had to wait until he was given the signal to take them down, though his priority was his savior from earlier he needed to be patient and wait. He pulls out a tin of mints and begins sliding it across the the table while he waits, giving himself an atmosphere of impatience playing up his young kid routine a little. Though he is young any of them who knew of the reputation the FBI created would be intimidated. He's one of the best killers in the world, crafty and stealthy as well as a weapons exert. He looks up at the quiet brown haired slightly taller man. "Cool jacket." There's a bit of an awkward pause, he extends his hand towards him holding the mints offering them. "Want one?" He ask quizzically, trying to gauge the personalities of his new team.
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Post by Shift on Feb 22, 2017 21:19:00 GMT
Zenturi spun a shuriken in his hands as he sat in his seat, calmy focused on the steady movements of the weapon nimbly going between his fingers.
Earlier, he was in his favorite spot, a secluded spot of lamd in the middle of the large river. His children were at the school, so he had no need to worry for their safety. Zenturi sat cross legged, his eyes closed, as he meditated for what must have been hours. He could hear the rhythem of the nature around him: the cherry blossoms falling to the ground; the waves beating against the small piece of land; and the wind as it blew through the grass. The world was calm. He was calm. He had tried to give up his life of crime, but times never change. He will always be chased, and he will always run. Perhaps he should stop running, and face his past. No, his children need him... and he needs them. Zenturi dismissed this train of thought, and once more was in a state of calm...
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 22, 2017 23:02:48 GMT
(OOC: Sorry I'm impatient if anyone else want to join just post your intros and I'll do another post)
As Madalene examines the necklace she hears a slow clap from behind her. Turning she sees a tall woman in make-up with blonde hair pinned in a bun dressed in a long black strapless dress looking for all the world like she just came out of a high-class cocktail party. Flanking the mystery woman are two looming figures in suits and sunglasses, clearly twins, both the man and the woman have close cropped black hair and powerful frames. They stand hands clasped in front of them straight-backed either side of the woman. "Impressive Mademoiselle Lebeau or do you prefer La Rusé? I wonder how your fashion-industry friends would react if they knew that their rising star is in fact the famous jewel thief?" Said the woman in perfect french her ruby-red lips quirking into a smile. "Don't worry regardless of the outcome of our discussion your secret is safe with me I'd much rather have your willing help then black-mail you. I am putting together a team to rob one of the most highly secured locations in the world. Would that interest you?"
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The same woman approaches a warehouse in Moscow dressed in an expensive warm furred coat her hair tied back in a ponytail the same two figures accompanying her unchanged save for the fact that the sister is carrying a black briefcase. A pair of Bratva soldiers try to block their entry but her two guards simply push them out of the way and she silently waves off their protests. As she enters Vlad turns to face her "Who the fuck are you?" He asks dropping the knife in his hand and reaching into his jacket for his gun. "That doesn't matter Mister Vladimir all that matters is this." She says in flawless russian snapping her fingers causing her female guard to open the case to reveal stacks of Ruble notes. Vladimir's hand hovers over the butt of his gun conflicted. "It's all yours if you turn over Mister Sokolov to my custody." Vlad is lost for words for a second before saying. "It is not just the money he stole it is the dis-" The woman sighs irritably. "There is five times the amount he took from you in that case I think that covers any 'disrespect' he may have given you. Now take your money and leave please." Vlad looks back and forth from the money to Niko for a second before grumbling to himself and snatching the case and exiting the warehouse signalling for his men to follow. The woman walks up to Niko who is still kneeling looking up at her. "I have just spent a great deal of money on you Mr Sokolov but don't worry you're about to have a chance to pay me back with interest."
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As the elevator dings open the women's guards emerge armed with AA-12s and begin gunning down the security forces without a sound. Once the last body hits the floor the women appears from the elevator after them in a business suit and trousers her hair loose and shoulder-length looking like she got lost on her way to a board meeting. Stepping casually over the corpses and bullet-casings she approaches the table Marcus was taking cover behind. "A pleasure to meet you Mister Bagwell you have an impressive reputation for your age and I find myself in need of someone with you skill-set. Consider my aid here a... courtesy in the hopes of a profitable relationship." Her eyes flit to the wound in his arm. "Jill will see to your little scratch meanwhile we can discuss business." Her English carries no trace of any discernible accent. The female guard approaches them putting down her firearm and reaching in to her jacket to pull out a compact first-aid kit.
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The woman walks towards Zenturi followed closely by her guards one of whom is carrying a foldable seat. She's dressed in a fashionable wind-proof anorak alon with sturdy jeans and hiking boots her golden hair tied up in a bun with a scrunchy. As they get closer her guards notice that Zenturi is armed and try to move in front of her but she holds out a hand and they fall back into line. The man unfolds the chair and sets it up opposite Zenturi allowing the mysterious woman to take a seat. She simply sits their with her hands in her lap ignoring the shuriken and intently watching Zenturi's face waiting for him to finish his meditation.
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Post by Shift on Feb 22, 2017 23:42:08 GMT
Zenturi twirled the shuriken in his hands as he felt the vibrations of footsteps moving near him. As the vibrations stopped the shuriken froze in his hand, and with his eyes still closed, he spoke. "I know you are here, but why? Tell your guards I have no intentions of harm on them. I wish to hear what you must say first, before any action is take." Zenturi now opened his eyes to the sight of a women sitting on a folding chair. Zenturi stood up, paying no mind to the two guards. He made his way over to a table which was holding some tea on it. He brought over two cups, one for him and one for the lady. He kept the shuriken on him at all times, and his face was emotionless, not a smile had shown through at all. He knelt over opposite to the women and gave her the tea. He sipped from the cup, intent on knowing what this women was here for. He was ready to move up in an instant, and had made a plan of what to do in case any hostility was shown.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 23, 2017 0:00:04 GMT
"Please be assured Chalin-san that I mean no harm to you or your family." Began the woman in text-book Japanese. "You are a skilled operative and I wish to employ your services for an incredibly lucrative heist." She accepted the cup from him and took a second to breath in its aroma closing her eyes before taking a sip. Her guards took up positions beside her chair their eyes never leaving Zenturi. "As well as your take from the mission I am prepared to offer you full immunity for your past crimes from the police, new cover identities for you and your family that will be completely beyond reproach from any law-enforcement organisation. I will not lie to you Chalin-san the job will be difficult and may well cost you your life but if such a misfortune does occur I swear to you that your family will be taken care of." Finishing her tea she sat silently waiting for his response.
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Post by Shift on Feb 23, 2017 0:28:50 GMT
Zenturi sipped his tea quietly as the women before him spoke of her offer. Zenturi remained calm, even while she spoke of her payment for the heist, should he so choose to do it. While on the oqutside he may seem calm, on the inside he was pleased with the offer of immunity of his past crimes for him and his family. He could finally live a normal life, raising his children...
Having another sip of his tea, and setting it down beside him, he spoke once more. "A promise is like a full moon, if they are not kept at once, they diminish day by day. That is an old saying about promises. Know that a promise must be fufilled once given. However, enough of that. Please do explain more of this heist. Not to mention your name, as well." Zenturi sipped his tea once again, his form relaxing at the sight of no clear hostility.
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Post by snipsnap on Feb 23, 2017 0:30:44 GMT
Noelle sat in a fairly busy coffeeshop, hunched over her laptop while also keeping a diligent eye on the ever-revolving front door. Her purpose here so far had been child's play. Weaving in and out of the devices of the common civilian, while a decent warm-up, was altogether a monotonous task that rarely rewarded Noelle with anything besides the odd saved porn or unguarded social security number. She smirked to herself under her hoodie, none of these people would ever know how easily she could destroy their lives. Lucky for them however she had bigger fish to fry. Her assigned target had entered the coffeeshop. As he stood in line, she was told he was an executive of sorts for another Wall Street company Noelle had no real interest in. With a little recon she was able to figure out which model cellphone he had, she had even been able to access it remotely for awhile and retrofitted her fake with all the same apps and pass codes. It would probably take a couple days for him to realize that it was swapped out. Noelle was slightly bothered that her client insisted on having the original cellphone in hand when she could've given them all of the data without ever meeting this man, but in the end the paycheck is what mattered. It wasn't exactly like she was untrained for this situation either way. Getting behind him in line she waited for him to start relaxing his grip while he ordered before practically throwing herself into his side, watching where the phone landed carefully. Blurting out various excuses and apologies rapidly she knelt in front of the phone and switched it with the one in her hoodie pocket, smiling as she handed the fake over to this angry, oblivious man. To fully sell it and distract him, she paid for his drink and kept up conversation before he left with a smile on his face. 'Idiot' she thought to herself.
Noelle sat back at her table putting the cellphone into a ziplock bag and securing it along with her laptop in her trusty backpack. Slurping up the last of her drink, she went outside and loitered around at the street corner, waiting for her contact to retrieve the phone and provide the second half of her payment.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 23, 2017 0:33:46 GMT
"Another one, Mack." Niclas sist at the bar, ordering one more beer to wash down the stronger drinks from before. His life is pretty much he same, sitting his ass at a desk and giving orders to some subordinates, going home or at Mack's from time to time. But sometimes Mr Anderson like to spice up his boring life, by robbing shops and even an armored transport once, that one brought some income for a while. But like any wannabe robbers Niclas dream big, he dream about a big score, Hell... THE big score. "So, any news for me, buddy ?" Ulf, as he calls himself during jobs some pointers from the bartender, he even robbed a pub two streets further just to eliminate the competition for him. "Well... depends Nick, I may have something for you, go to the last booth, I'll bring your beer there."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 23, 2017 5:51:20 GMT
At the sound of the clapping, Madalene immediately spins around towards and pulls out her silenced firearm all in one swift movement, she aims it to this mystery woman. She isn't a big fan on killing, so the M9 handgun is modified to fire potent tranquilliser darts that can put an elephant to sleep, but this woman doesn't know that, she just hopes her guards don't either... With her free hand, she stuffs the necklace into a pouch on her belt. She tries to remain cool and calm, but she is slightly panicked that somebody had been watching her, that's a first.
She felt slightly threatened when revealed both identities and tightened her grip on her gun. That's worrying... Madalene worked incredibly hard to keep those two lives separate and she thought she was doing a flawless job at it. Did she slip up somewhere?... No she couldn't have, she has an attention to detail... Then the one sided conversation takes an interesting turn; an opportunity for a Heist. Oh? Nobody has ever come to her in person for a job offer, it is normally done through untraceable emails. The woman is either new to this part of the underworld or wants Madalene's services pretty badly...
She slightly lowers her aim on the handgun to give indication that she isn't going to shoot immediately. "You can call me whatever you like." Madalene says in her native tongue with a flirtatious tone, it helps relax her nerves. "Not many people reveal a person's private details without threatening blackmail, I know this... But, you're the first to ever see me when I'm... doing my hobby, let alone actually catching me. For that feat, I am listening."
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 23, 2017 13:16:47 GMT
The woman smiles slightly "You of all people should know Chalin-san that names are simply masks; easily discarded. You may call me Leopard and I have done a great many morally-dubious things but I have NEVER broken my word." She stood up and the male guard refolded her chair while the female guard reached into her jacket and handed the woman an envelope. The woman handed the envelope to Zenturi and said. "In here you will find an address in New York, a date and a significant quantity of travel money which is a gift with no strings attached but if you would like to accept my offer I will see you in New York. Osaki ni Chalin-san." With that she left along with her guards.
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Leopard approached Noelle accompanied by her guards. She was dressed in a baseball-cap with t-shirt and jeans sipping coffee from a paper-cup. "Miss Sterling, or would you prefer Diablo? I trust you have what was promised? Mr Cooper is becoming quite annoying and the sooner I have what I need the sooner he becomes more... compliant" She said seemingly unconcerned about doing business in full public-view her guards, took up positions around her and Noelle getting some odd looks but preventing members of the public from being close enough to hear their conversation.
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As Niclas approached the last booth he found Leopard sitting down reading a newspaper and sipping a pint of beer. At his approach she looked up and smiled slightly. She was dressed in a checked-shirt her hair allowed to flow loose over her shoulders. "Hallå Mr Anderson I've been expecting you although I'm told you also like to be known as Ulf?" She said in impeccable Swedish. "You may call me Leopard. Normally I'd be accompanied by my associates but unfortunately they are busy with... an errand and it is so rare that I get time to relax by myself." She smiled at him tapping her finger on the table. "You have an interesting reputation Mr Anderson some consider you a skilled professional while others seem to feel that you enjoy the violence a little too much. Frankly I don't particularly care which it is all I need to know is that you are one of the best available and I have a proposal for you."
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Leopard put her head to one side. "In that case I think I will call you Rusé it... suits you more then being a fashion-designer and it is your skills in larceny I require now not fashion, although maybe afterwards. I'm impressed by the way; your theft of the necklace was almost flawless and your cover-identity is very good it took me almost a week to crack it! A week! Or maybe I'm slipping." She shakes her head ruefully, her guards stand silently beside her their eyes fixed on Madalene's gun. "Ah where are my manners my compatriots here are Jack and Jill they are here to prevent any unfortunate accidents." She says with a bright smile gesturing first to the male and then the female guard. "You may call me Leopard Rusé and indeed I have a job for you an incredibly well-paying one and more importantly to you I expect one that is roundly believed by everyone to be impossible, I wish to prove differently." Reaching to her small yet incredibly expensive purse Leaopard pulls out an envelope. "In here there is an address in New York and a date can I count on seeing you there?" She holds out the envelope.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 23, 2017 13:38:17 GMT
"Impossible you say? Nothing is impossible. I have proven it many times." Madalene says with a smirk, she always tales the opportunity to brag about her skills and so she should. She is a rare kind of Thief that can go completely invisible when working... It seems tonight is an exception however, but it may prove to work out in her favour. Madalene loved a challenge and if she's getting paid for it, even better! But she can't show her eagerness, it would be unprofessional.
She drops her gun arm slowly now and approaches Leopard cautiously, she holds one end of the envelope but not taking it just yet. She makes eye contact with Leopard. "I will consider it." She says in perfect English this time, her French accent is very noticeable. "Your French is very impressive by the way, I like my people well educated." She says with a flirty smile, she takes the envelope and holds her arm up towards the top of a building, a grappling hook fires silently from the device on her wrist and clings itself to the edge of the roof. "Au revoir." are the last words spoken sweetly from Madalene before the hook pulls her upwards and over the building, disappearing out of sight.
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And consider it she did. Madalene spent days working out the pros and cons of all this. Whether it was legit, whether it was a sting operation. Eventually, she decided to take the chance and took the next flight to New York. Now she sits with many other thieves and crooks that were invited by the Leopard. Lacking her Heist loadout, Madalene now wears a classy blouse, Cardigan and leggings with her expensive high heels. She designed the blouse herself and wears it proudly. She looks over to the man who just offered a mint and smiles sweetly but knowingly, but doesn't say a word nor takes a mint.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 23, 2017 15:02:57 GMT
Swedish, that's a language Niclas haven't heard for a while. "We are in America, Miss Leopard, no need to speak swedish here." He looks cautiously around before sitting in the booth. Now that was suspicious... "And... Can I ask you were did you hear about Ulf ? And who told you where you could find me ? I don't think Mack here can pull that kind of strings." Speaking of the devil, here comes the bartender with his beer, they stare at eachother briefly before he excuse himself. The swedish down half of his drink and finally focus on the woman. "Eh... I'm sure if you were here to throw me in prison I should be already in cuffs by now so I guess i can trust you for now. Usually i'm the one who pick jobs, you are the first to arrange a meeting like that, I see your kind, you probably work for some rich guy that want to rob another rich guy right ?" That looked like some cheesy heist movie scenario to him. He leans forward and stares at Leopard in the eyes. "Now that you have my attention, i'm all ear, first of all what are we talking about ? What is as stake, location, crew and equipment if there are some. And most importantly... How much ?"
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Post by Envy on Feb 23, 2017 16:06:54 GMT
Mentoring the flow traffic of the red room Alex takes a swig of whiskey he getting a good cut by making sure no-one that isn't "invited" joins in on the members "fun". Yes, these people were sick to him but he didn't care if they got horny off of beating people to death all that matters is that they pay me and they throw Lillie off of my tracks for me while they're at it. Looking at the video of the red room it's some poor lady sitting down in a chair bounded to the chair by ropes, a smooth voice says over the woman's muffled screams "Welcome back everyone, the show is now beginning we have a great show going on tonight. Now, I'm going to announce the means of death for our lovely guest tonight." A randomizer appears on screen showing over 10 ways to kill her: Death by carving knife, A violent GB, Skin the bitch’s skin off, and others equally horrible suggestions and poorly spelled. “Now let’s pick the means of death ladies and gentleman.” The randomizer begins to spin quickly and over time begins to slow down till. “Our means of death tonight is Death by carving knife!” The announcer sounds excited so does the chatlog on the side of the screen a man with gloves and a knife appears on the camera and begins the deed. Alex switches to a new tab he require not watch the gruesome sight unfold.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 23, 2017 17:42:57 GMT
Niko smiles up at his savoir. "Are you an angel? Mind you compared to Vlad a gorilla would look like an angel and you're far prettier then a gorilla." He got unsteadily to his feet. "Never let it be said that Niko Sokolov didn't pay his debts. What can the finest driver, mechanic and lover in all the world do for you?" He said with an exaggerated bow.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 23, 2017 20:36:46 GMT
Marcus sighs relieved, he figured he'd have to kill all of those guards himself. Luckily the gamble paid off and the real target had arrived. She walked the halls surrounded with security, as she walks towards him she begins to speak, her voice oozes cockiness it annoys Andrew, but there isn't much he can o about it now. As the soldier approaches to patch up his wound, 'Marcus' fakes an instinctual move, as he dives backwards away from the woman, with his sidearm pointed at his mysterious savior. "Who are you? How did you now I was coming here? What do you want?" He says fast out of breath, trying to feign shock he reaches into his pocket and pulls the useless detonator, but they don't need to know how ineffective it is. Her security level their AA-12s at him, he clicks the detonator and laughs at the guards. "Do it I fucking dare you! I just hit a dead man switch. I rigged a bomb here, if I go down we all get the express elevator to hell!" He laughs manically "So start talking lady. I don't have all day this guy has a lot of friends that are going to be pissed, even you're little team can't stop them." His pistol still trained on her though he already knows this is just part of an act to play up the cornered animal routine hoping to convince her he was the real deal.
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Marcus sat there bored, it was annoying to play such an impatient person, but the more mannerism he mastered the more convincing he cover. He leans back in his chair and looks at the others, most of them were small time he noticed a few cyber criminals of interest were brought in. "That's a big IT department she's gathered." He thinks too himself. One of the most beautiful girls he has ever seen in his life smiled politely towards him. "Do I know you from somewhere? New Years eve last year, in London maybe?" He was lying, but he want to probe her for information. She did seem familiar, but not as a person of interest maybe she's famous or something.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 23, 2017 20:45:18 GMT
Madalene is amused by his words. Somebody who plays the game like her? She enjoys those who exchange light flirts with ease, makes it easier to play along. "I haven't had the pleasure of London. Nor the pleasure of your company." She says in a teasing fashion, her accent is very distinct. She leans forward a tiny bit, rest her chin on her hand and watching attentively.
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Post by snipsnap on Feb 23, 2017 20:50:54 GMT
Leveling her steel grey eyes at the tall woman standing in front of her Noelle winced inwardly at the mention of her real name. She had over ten false identities, no one should have been able to uncover her true identity. She felt her face reddening, but she had no one to be angry with but herself. She should've been more careful. Who the fuck did this lady think she was? Grunting she muttered, "Names don't matter--is all this really necessary?" She gestured towards the looming guards with a shrug of her shoulders. Taking her eyes away for a moment, Noelle pulled the ziplock bag containing the phone out of her backpack, "The pass code is 3698, all other data you might require will be sent to you on a secure server," Noelle stated bluntly, and then with narrowed eyes she continued, "I take the liberty of investigating all of my clientele before accepting any offers--giving myself peace of mind you could say--and all I want to know is: where do I sign up for the Smith heist?" A devilish grin stretched across her lips, if she wasn't feared on the deep web now being a part of the team that pulls the ultimate heist would certainly earn her the fear and respect she craved. She could feel her heart picking up a bit in speed at the thrill of this glorious prospect. Leaning in slightly, ziplock bag outstretched towards the woman, Noelle drawled out with her smile still plastered on her face, "Also, don't make hacking you so easy next time--I like a challenge."
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 23, 2017 22:33:50 GMT
"My apologies Mr Anderson." Said Leopard switching to English. "It has simply been sometime since I had the pleasure of visiting your homeland and I wished to test if my pronunciation had become rusty." She took another sip of her beer. "Everyone thinks they do so well at protecting their identity but cities have thousands of eyes and thousands of ears and the data age we live in only makes it easier to find out everything about a person if you know where to look and who to listen to."
"My employer is none of your business, suffice to say they value their anonymity and I would not recommend attempting to dig any deeper into them. I'm afraid that for the sake of keeping my operation air-tight I cannot give you any specific details but I can tell you that it will make every other job you have ever pulled put together look like stealing candy. It will be dangerous with high-chances of imprisonment or death. In the case of the former you and your loved ones will be well looked after provided you do not betray the confidence between us in the case of the latter your take will go to your next-of-kin whoever that may be or alternatively the party/parties of your choice. Now you must excuse me Mr Anderson my compatriots have returned from their task." She said downing the last of her beer as Jack and Jill entered the bar. A perceptive observer might notice some light blood spattering across Jack's sleeves and knuckles. Reaching into the breast pocket of her shirt Leopard placed an envelope on the table. "Inside there you will find a date and an address, if you wish to join in our venture I will look forward to seeing you then if not... then we will never meet again." With that she left the bar escorted by Jack and Jill.
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"Would you please switch back to the video Mr Claymote, or as you are working would you prefer Sinless? You're going to miss the best part." Said Leopard from directly behind Alex having entered the room silently accompanied by Jack as if they were ghosts. Leopard was dressed in a black cardigan and grey trousers, she could easily have passed for a particularly attractive high-school teacher if it wasn't for the muscle-bound suit next to her. Jack doesn't wait for him to respond moving noiselessly over to the computer and pressing shift+tab causing the video to appear on screen again. The situation has changed drastically in the short-time Alex wasn't looking. The girl is now cowered in a corner still bleeding from the relatively minor wounds already inflicted upon her while the masked man is now sitting in the chair pinned under Jill's weight as she cuffs him to it his hands forced behind his back as they are bound to the frame of the chair. Coming from off-screen some out-stretched body parts and pooling blood suggest that any other 'staff members' have already been taken care of. Jill bends down to pick up the already bloodied carving knife the masked man struggling in his chair. The feed suddenly flickers for a second and the labels on the randomiser are replaced by names of body-parts as without warning it begins to spin finally landing on eyes. "Hmmm a good place to start and probably merciful, he really doesn't want to see what my associate is going to be doing to him." Said Leopard as Jill advanced on the bound man her face still expressionless even as she bean to lever out the the first eye-ball with the tip of the blade. Over the screams coming from the feed Leopard said. "I have done a great many terrible things in my life some were simply degrading others..." A particularly loud scream interrupts her. "Some were more severe. But I have never particularly enjoyed inflicting pain it is simply... necessary. I find these sites rather distasteful and so have decided to allow Jill to mete out a bit of poetic justice." The screams reach a new pitch as Jill finishes removing the second eye and the randomiser begins to spin again. "I'm sorry where are my manners? A pleasure to meet you Mr Claymote you may call me Leopard. I do hope we're going to get along."
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"Mister Sokolov while I do require your skills I would ask that you leave your ego here in Moscow it has already nearly cost you your life once and that is just recently, I will not have you endangering my operation." She pulled an envelope out of her coat. "Be at this address on this date if you truly wish to pay me back and make a inconceivably large profit for yourself at the same time, if not then your debt is forgiven, I have no need for unwilling aid in this endeavour." She handed him the envelope and turned to leave. "I would also advise getting out of Russia as soon as possible Mister Sokolov, Vladimir seems like a man who holds a grudge."
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Leopard raises a hand causing Jack and Jill to freeze but not lower their weapons. "Mr Bagwell there is no need for alarm I am simply an interested third-party if I had wanted you dead I would've simply allowed your target's security to do the job for me." She gestured to the bodies on the floor. "As for their reinforcements... Were you aware Mr Bagwell that your target had stored in this building a canister of a particularly nasty nerve-agent? Somehow it has been released on the upper floors causing the death of him and all his men. A much better use for it I feel considering that he had planned to sell it to a rather vicious terrorist-cell right here in the city." She smiled at Marcus. "We don't need to worry someone had the foresight to seal all ventilation from the upper floors right after the toxin was released almost like they knew it was going to happen..." She patted Jack on the arm like a proud mother. "It will become inert within half an hour, long before it manages to reach us meaning all we have to worry about are the police but I'm guessing that an illegal arms-dealer wouldn't have called them so I believe we have a considerable amount of time. You may call me Leopard. I wish to offer you a job Mr Bagwell but first as proof of trust how about we all lower our weapons hmmmmmmm?" She signalled to Jack and Jill causing them to slowly point their guns at the floor.
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Leopard takes a sip from her coffee before grimacing and throwing it in the trash. "Tch it's gone cold. On that point I agree with you Miss Sterling names do not matter but for the sake of convenience you may call me Leopard. I'm afraid Jack and Jill are a mite protective off me they insisted you weren't safe so how could I refuse them?" The twins simply maintain their vigil in silence. "Thank you for your co-operation Miss Sterling, Mr Cooper will soon be seeing things my way and this is much less messy then the alternatives." Leopard suddenly smiled. "Oh Miss Sterling, you signed up the moment you successfully hacked into my bait-server exactly three hours and forty-seven minutes after I approached you for this job, impressive time by the way. I'm afraid apart from the target of the heist all the other information on that server is fake and your attempts to breach the firewall were being monitored from the start. I have learnt the lesson that Mister Cooper sadly had not, nothing digital is safe. Had you managed to gain access to where I keep my physical information, don't bother asking where that is, you would right now be having a rather unpleasant chat with my associates here. I'd hoped that you would prove up to the challenge as well as willing and I have not been disappointed!" Leopard snapped her fingers and Jack removed an envelope from his jacket and put it in her hand. "This is for if you still wish to be a part of our enterprise."
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2017 1:18:35 GMT
The cloudy midday sky of the urban area gave it the appearance of a place just as cold as it actually was. Properly dressed for such weather in her cream colored pea-coat, FBI agent Morgan Wakefield sat in a restful position at a street bench with a close view of the city's airport. From her seat, she had the opportunity to observe the comings and departures of people through the airport's entrance but had been sitting in the same spot for much too long to maintain her full attention. Instead, her mind wandered while she kept an eye on the entrance and a still-smoking cigarette sat idle in the hand of hers that wasn't supporting her head as she let it rest. Eventually, the little attention on the door that was left drifted to the same weighty thoughts that typically came when she was left bored for too long. The travel that she made to this city in order to pursue the suspected route of a line of robberies left her mostly isolated, as her own reservedness rendered making friends of any of the city's strangers somewhat difficult. With how increasingly obsessed she'd gotten with completing the case, similarly to many of the successful ones before it, she could only hope that her travel to the city would be fruitful. The windiness in the air kept her cropped blonde hair in a mess by gently drifting it in one direction and made using her lighter difficult.
"Yo, Morgan.." Morgan jumped at the voice, startled out of her despondent daze. The suddenness of the voice was the only part that startled her, though, as hearing it out of nowhere had become daily since almost the beginning of her career. It belonged to her closest friend and sole work partner named Celia, who's constantly had her back with quick analysis and internet searches out of loyalty. Her voice came from a small speaker and microphone located inside of Morgan's ear that connects to the agent's cell phone. "..Uhh, you there?" She heard after a few moments of not responding. Her partner's typical casualness could be heard through her voice. "Yes, I'm here." She replied with a sigh, finding her voice. "Do you need something?" Her fatigue was audible in her voice. "Normally I'd tell you off for being so rude, but you don't really sound too great right now." Celia replied, sounding concerned over the speakers. "Anyway, it's you who needed something remember? I checked up on the flight records like you requested and dropped you an E-mail with a list.. It's completely handmade too, so you'd better appreciate it."
Remembering the request she'd made an hour ago, Morgan wordlessly pulled her cellphone out of her pocket and quickly moved to her personal e-mail. She found an immaculate file containing a list of every name that had flown from the city's airport as well as other additional info that Celia thought would come in handy, once again proving the quality of her partner's skill. "Not that I wanted to support what you're doing right now. You know that you're looking for a needle in a haystack, don't you? Just regroup and come up with another plan." Celia said, not fully understanding what Morgan intended to accomplish. "Hey, I do appreciate it." Morgan replied, looking through the file. "But you know I know what I'm doing. I have an appearance, I just need to link it with a name." She said, straightening up a bit in her seat. "Well, don't say I didn't warn you if you end up running into a bunch of nothing." Her partner lightheartedly replied. "I know." Morgan replied, sighing slightly. "I'll talk to you later." She continued and powered off the ear piece.
Having been assigned to the aftermath of a highly classed robbery, Morgan had actually arrived in time to be the only witness of a thief known as Leopard's appearance. Since that occasion, she dove into the case and worked on it alone with more information than any groups had managed to obtain about the identity of the thief. She was able to successfully trail the woman incognito for a while before determining that she eventually left the country. Working solely on a hunch now, she believes that the criminal will come back the same way that she left and intends to pursue her when she does.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 24, 2017 3:32:40 GMT
"Two hundred thousand upfront. Five hundred thousand after the job, plus expenses." He says calmly his gun still aimed at Leopard. "If its a single target hit anyway. Something like this is going to run you way more. Also you owe me three hundred grand for the nerve agent, I was supposed to secure that, so I just lost my bonus." He looks at the twins and then back to the Queen pin. "Also I work alone, if the job requires multiple people I choose who gets in or I walk." Satisfied with his demands he gently puts his gun on the ground and accepts the woman's help with his bullet wound. He switches the detonator to his other hand still trying to keep the bluff going.
"Well looks like I'm your prisoner for now, with the nerve gas, and all." He sighs throwing the button to the male guard. Andrew was pretty sure he saw a moment a fear in the guys eyes, and he lets out a laugh. "Relax it was a bluff damn thing didn't go off otherwise I would have never entered this place to begin with." He pauses a bit thinking over his words. "So, Who? What? When? Where?"
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"If it wasn't London where was it?" He pretends to think humming a bit trying to come up with something. He taps the table with his right pointer finger as he leans his head in his left hand. "Paris? New York? Istanbul? San Francisco? Toronto? Tibet? Tokyo?" He pauses smiling and while changing his voice to one of fake panic. "Not that I've ever been to any of those places of course." He clears his throat and then transforms his smile into a devilish grin. "Oh I got it." He snaps his fingers on his right hand. "I know where I've seen you. My dreams," he winks and laughs at how stupid that line was. "Marcus Bagwell, internationally famous lady killer as you can tell." He smiles again while making eye contact trying to convey his interest in her, but more importantly her information.
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Post by snipsnap on Feb 24, 2017 4:54:13 GMT
"A pity really, about the server, I had hoped to learn so much more about you...Leopard," Noelle said, she was sure it would've sounded sweet if it wasn't being said through gritted teeth. She had a particular averseness to being talked at rather than with, which so far seemed like something this lady was very good at. She looked down at the envelope placed into her hand, completely unmarked but she could feel the hefty weight of cash inside. Looking into the envelope quickly Noelle saw what she was owed and more. Stuffing it quickly into her hoodie pocket she gave a curt nod to Leopard, and left, feeling herself blend into and disappear within the mess of trolleys, cars, and bustling people.
~PRESENT DAY~
It was never a question to Noelle whether or not she was going to New York. She couldn't pass up the prestige of wiping that smug ass grin off of Sebastian Smith's face when he realized his 'impenetrable' vault had failed him. She didn't even care if she got caught, because no one could take that moment from her. She took special care to look nicer than usual, that old saying about first impressions rattling around in her mind. The only thing that bothered her was spending her money on making sure she looked nice to these people. The end result however appeased this practical side of her. A hair and makeup appointment had her blonde curly hair settled around the bottom of her shoulder blades and her face glowing with a natural look. After slipping on the first outfit she bought--a black v-cut long-sleeved shirt tucked inside a knee-length flare skirt with a sunflower floral print across it--she admired herself in the mirror. Definitely a girl Noelle hadn't seen in years. After pulling on sheer stockings and black heels, Noelle jetted out the door and soon found herself at the meeting place.
Noelle had always been better with machines than with people, but she was putting on a brave face and not hiding behind a monitor--for now. She looked around and quickly realized she was the youngest person in the room. She hated that, either the others would feel she needed to prove herself or she would feel like she need to prove herself. Either way it was a headache. She only wished she could've had a chance to properly create files on all her new...allies... She hadn't realized how far away her mind had drifted until the words 'San Francisco' piqued her interest. Her only reward was the cheesiest pick-up lines ever created. Noelle couldn't help but roll her eyes, fighting back an additional snicker of disapproval. The oozing of charm between the two was laid on thick, too thick for Noelle to trust. "Last I checked we answered the call to a high-profile heist, not a singles ad," she spoke bitterly. Reaching across the table she grabbed one of Marcus' mints, popping it in her mouth before relaxing back into her chair, arms crossed over her chest.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 24, 2017 5:40:42 GMT
Madalene couldn't help but laugh at what Max said. She's heard some pretty bad pick up lines from tourists and locals during her day job, but that was had a special place in the cheesy pick up line category. "That was terrible, I was hoping for something more creative." She smirks teasingly. "Madalene Lebeau. A woman of many talents." She says vaguely, she will enjoy surprising people once they discover she is actually Le Rusé. The look on their faces will be priceless if they know who her second persona is.
She turns to the teenager who speaks up in a bitter tone. "It is... How you Americans say... 'breaking the ice'. He began a game and I wanted to play. Would you like to play?" her smirks turns into a half grin at the youngster.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 24, 2017 12:03:23 GMT
Thinking about the woman's proposition wasn't hard at all, her promise of a big job still lingers in Niclas' head. And the risks ? It's not like anybody is waiting for him back home, he have an ex-wife but she will surely not mourn him if something happen, beside, the meeting is in town so why not risk it after all... -Later- And here is Mr Anderson, sitting in a room with others, one guy is trying to flirt with the women, Madalene ? Not quite common around here, Europeean maybe, and a teen ? She was by far the youngest here but have some guts by the way she rejected the guy. Ulf sits silently and watchs what seems to be the gathered team or the job, at least it's going to be interesting.
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Post by Envy on Feb 24, 2017 12:56:52 GMT
Wow there goes my money and once Lillie catches wind of this well then this is going to turn messy for her or I she always loved to catch wind of my failures and to he it’s fuel to her lustful fire. Turning his head up towards the Leopard “You merely misjudge I don’t take pleasure in this but I am merely paid to make sure these peoples twisted fetishes are kept safe I’m sure your associate just made a few men and women cum in excitement. Also it’s a pleasure to meet you under my working but as you see as of this moment Ms.Leopard I’m currently out of a job so what is it that you want?” Asks Alexander as he stares into her eyes he didn’t like to waste time but for this circumstance it seems like this woman was a going to be a pleasurable time waster hopefully this is worth it.
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Post by Shift on Feb 24, 2017 14:06:01 GMT
Zenturi had accepted the proposition left by Leopard, and he was now sitting around with other members of this team. He took notice of that pick up line that deserved to go to prison for its cheesiness, and he chuckled after hearing it. He still held his shuriken in his finger and twirled it around, waiting for anything to happen.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 24, 2017 14:11:17 GMT
Niko had of course turned up. How could he miss a chance to once again prove he was the best? Looking over to the shuriken guy next to him he asked in heavily accented English. "You some kind of ninja my friend?"
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Post by Shift on Feb 24, 2017 14:28:50 GMT
Zenturi looked beside him to see a man asking a question. After hearing it out oud, Zenturi chuckled. "No, I'm not a ninja per say. I just study their techniques, and utilize them. However, for all intents and purposes you could say I am.
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