jackygirl
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My milkshakes bring all the girls to my dungeon
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 6, 2017 4:29:10 GMT
(OOC: Nao can finish up the next bit of the flashback when convenient.)
"Well that is most useful Ruse and if Mr Bagwell wishes to accompany you then by all means you may aid Mr Claymote in gaining entrance for the rest of our colleagues." Leopard looks around the room. "Good. Now please write down and hand to my associates your code-names and any equipment you will require. I'm afraid you will be confined to this building until our operation begins. If any of you need roam around the city for business reasons you must do it accompanied by either Jack or Jill. Thank you."
(OOC: If no one has any objections we'll skip ahead to those team members attending the party arriving at the building and the others waiting in the van. You can describe your equipment and state your code-name as well as anything you did in between now and then in your first post after this one)
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 6, 2017 19:46:41 GMT
Niko sat in the specially modified van tapping his fingers on the wheel. Under supervision from Jack he'd improved it this thing could take a hit from a tank, outrun any police car even when full and there were a number of other "special" modifications he hoped to have a chance to use. He was wearing a racing helmet to cover his face and next to his seat was a suppressed SMG in case things got dicey. "This is Superman in position and ready. Over." He said into his comm before turning to the others in the back of the van. "You hacked cameras yet little girl?"
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 7, 2017 10:59:37 GMT
Madalene hands in her invitation to the large doorman, who takes a thorough look at it before handing it back and nodding her through. "I Welcome you and your partner to Mr. Smith's Celebration, Miss LeBeau." He says respectfully, Madalene bows slightly in return. Such manners! It is a fleeting thing she thinks to herself.
Madalene has dressed herself in a wonderful evening gown. It hugs her body not too tightly but enough that is compliments all of her assets and figure. Black in colour with golden highlights which work well with one another without clashing. Shoulderless with a V cut on the front to reveal some of her bosom but not a scandalous amount. The mid section of her left thigh is where the dress splits down to her ankle, allowing her to move more freely in the tight dress. Her short hair is styled very nicely, swept to one side and wavy layers give her an elegant look, with a small dark rose hair clip on the left side to complete the style. Adding finishing touches, she wears black heels, light make up and satin gloves. She is beautiful, and many of the guests agree as they turn their heads to look at her, some doing a double take.
She is also prepared, she has taser strapped to her right thigh which the dress doesn't betray it's presence and a lockpick hiding nicely in her cleavage, nobody would dare to search her there. She finally wears a tiny earpiece that can't be noticed under the untrained eye for communicating with the others. Her stealth suit and the rest of her equipment is in Niko's van, contained nicely in a waterproof SKB case that she brought alongside her. Once the van arrives inside, she can do a speed change and be ready to get going. For the meantime, she will scope out this party for any key interests or even something that could aid them when they get down to real business. She is hooked her hands on the arm of Marcus, or Thomas DiAngelo as he is calling himself here. The two had gotten closer after the meeting was over... Close enough to share intimacy in the bedroom, a lot of itntimacy... Madalene felt foolish for letting herself fall so quickly under his charms, but she doesn't regret it as she enjoyed every moment of it. It'd be a shame if the two go their separate ways after this, something she is hoping wouldn't be the case. She turned her head over to him, taking a good long look at how handsome he looks tonight. "Have you ever been to a party of this magnitude, Mr. DiAngelo?" She asks, a teasing tone when she says his name.
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Post by Shift on Mar 10, 2017 3:56:00 GMT
Zenturi wrote down neatly his codename, which was "Strike", and his equipment needed for the mission. He paused for a moment, thinking for a moment about what to write, and then looked right back on the piece of paper again. He wrote down about some extra shurikens, and climbing claws.
At the Van... Zenturi sat calmy, breathing in and breathing out in a regular pattern. He meditated, but he kept his eyes open a tad, just see what was going on around him more. He also made tea. He sipped from his tea, and resumed his light meditation.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 10, 2017 21:23:17 GMT
"Ulf check, Superman is a stupid codename by the way." Anderson went for his usual name, why bother using another callsign ? He checked his gun one last time, he opted for an SMG, the MP5K was one of the best pick, easy to handle in building and easy to modify. As for the rest of his gear a protective kevlar was recommended as he was part of team-F for now it was in a bag, no use to be encumbered by it before phase 3.
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Post by Deaths on Mar 11, 2017 8:10:40 GMT
The night before the heist was interesting to say the least. 'Marcus' has met and gotten along fairly well with his 'crew'. Noelle and Madalene mostly, before everyone turned in he had made a bet with Noelle. "Hundred K says I can guess your handle in three tries." He spoke to her she looked amused, and now Marcus owes her $100,000, though failure was annoying he was able to in his mind anyway narrow her down to one handle. "Diablo in the flesh huh?" He thought to himself, there was talk of trying to bring her to the agency. "Better to have her on our side I guess." Marcus thought to himself as he lay on his bed, getting ready to rest up for the night. He was anxious, he had tricked Leopard into allowing him to go to a safe house, and get his gear. He was also able to leave a message behind to Agent Wakefield, but Jack was there the whole time. Still he was alive and not made an example in front of the others so he may have gotten away with it.
Madalene knocked at his door, and the rest of the night is a blur though a very enjoyable blur. After finally learning how flexible she is, they spent most of the night talking. Andrew wanted her to know him, but she learned everything about Marcus. His guilt stabs him repeatedly, she'll hate him soon enough no point in trying to make something that you'll have to destroy later. He keeps a happy face on as she eventually falls asleep in his bed, he rubs her head with his hand and plays with her hair a bit. "I'll keep you safe I promise." He mutters to himself hoping she didn't hear him and that he can keep his promise.
(Present day)
Madalene went all out on her outfit, but that's to be expected, Marcus on the other hand stuck to his traditional black suit with a red tie. "Doorman is unarmed, just there for show." He thinks to himself as they are let inside, upon entering the giant hall his eyes begin moving around the room spotting everyone and everything of importance. Madalene was talking to him he was only half listening his, her embrace snaps him partly out of focus, and he begins to whisper to himself just loud enough for her to hear. "Eight plain clothes security officers, all armed with a sidearm under their left breast. Except for the one with the slicked back hair, he's left handed the gun is under his right breast. Two obvious bodyguards always stay within five feet of Smith. The bald one is the head guard his earpiece is connected to all other group leaders, and to the outside should something happen." His words are fast he's unaware that he's even talking, in his hushed tone. "Them and the officers keep a diamond formation around him." Madalene does something that snaps him out of it completely, though he wasn't sure what it was he just realized he's been ignoring her. "No. I don't go to parties often, unless I'm crashing them like tonight, or I'm on the defense. I hate being on the defense." He finally answers her, his voice is a little cold he feels bad about it and kisses her on the side of her forehead as an apology. "Though if you have anymore parties in the future I won't mind being your plus one." He smiles at her as he accepts a glass of champagne from a server. "You're clearly the most beautiful woman here." He takes a sip from his glass and his smile turns devilish. "Though you already knew that. If a few more people keep looking at you, I may have to start the fight early." He chuckles while relaxing a bit, still he was keeping an eye out for Leopard, she wasn't here yet, or if she was, she's a master at blending in.
He pulls her closer as he places his lips near her ear, he begins to softly whisper to her. "If things go wrong..." His voice trembles a bit, because he knows it's a matter of 'when' things go wrong and not 'if' they go wrong. "If things go wrong, get out. I mean it at the first sign of trouble leave. No heroics, no nothing. You get out." He was pleading with her, his voice is weakening as he continues talking. He pulls away and clears his throat taking another sip, trying to collect his thoughts he looks back at her, with a less worried look. He puts on an intentionally goofy smile trying to break the tension he created, falling back on cheesy one liners he whispers to her again. "You're the only treasure I want to take from here." He laughs a bit louder than he wanted, but he felt much better getting his mind off of everything. His smile returns to a genuine one, as he enjoys Madalene's company, she was something he could get used to.
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Post by snipsnap on Mar 12, 2017 23:08:40 GMT
"Yes, the fake footage has been switched over with the real footage, they'll never notice the difference," Noelle took a deeper breath to start explaining all the cool stuff she was doing, but let out a loud exhale when she realized that no one in this van would find it cool in any sense. In a way she missed the presence of the lovebirds; they kept things interesting and listened. Marcus of course kept pressuring her for her handle, and she was now the proud winner of a 100k I-Owe-You. Pushing back a strand of curly hair that didn’t want to stay in her messy bun Noelle went back to pattering on the tablet she was given for this assignment. Of course, its original state was not suited to Noelle's needs so she practically pulled it apart and put it back together with her own modified hardware. With her advanced cyber weaponry, getting into the camera system was easier than she anticipated. It turned out Smith didn't always hire straight-edge individuals for his security, and one of his programmer's work she had encountered before. With all that extra time on her hands Noelle got a little ambitious, and now she could not only hear the guard’s radio waves, but she was able to locate each one based off of their headsets in the building. Her teammates lit up on a 3D map of the building in blue, and the guards in red. Of course, Jill made sure Noelle kept Leopard in the loop as to each new development that she made.
Besides the tablet, everything else she could possibly need was on her person: a lightweight bulletproof suit (if the shot was from more than ten feet away), leather gloves, a holster for the tablet attached to her forearm, a side tote on her belt filled with wires and cables, a sugar skull mask resting on top of her head, a USB drive with malware on it that various governments could only dream of getting their hands on, and a Glock 17 in a holster on her side. Noelle wasn’t going to pretend she knew how to use it--let alone actually manage to hit someone with a bullet--but a show of force was sometimes necessary. She watched some videos so she at least knew how to take the safety off. Noelle mentally gave herself a pat on the back as she spoke back to Sokolov, “Tell Sinless he can open the gate at his earliest convenience.”
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jackygirl
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My milkshakes bring all the girls to my dungeon
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 12, 2017 23:17:35 GMT
Leopard and Claymote arrived separate from Marcus and Madalene to avoid them seeming connected. As they stepped out of the limo Leopard gestured for Claymote to take her arm. She was wearing a shockingly expensive red dress with her blonde her styled to fall down her back in a glorious wave. Leopard had instructed the team to refer to her simply as Tabby Cat for the duration of the heist while Jack and Jill were to be called Hansel and Gretel respectivley. "Come now sir it's rude to keep a lady waiting." She smiled at Claymote while at the same time listening to the chatter of the team on her almost invisible earpiece.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Mar 12, 2017 23:23:36 GMT
"Good little Proxy." Said Niko cheerily before turning to Anderson. "Superman is not stupid name, Superman is best, Niko is best, so Niko is Superman. Better then Ulf, Ulf is boring."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 13, 2017 7:06:05 GMT
Madalene couldn't help but chuckle slightly at Marcus' all business, no pleasure focus he has going on. She watched him scan every inch and every person before subtly bumping her hip against his lightly to snap him out of it, just smirking at the look it gives him. "Parties like this seem a little... too much for my tastes." She says, looking around. "If you ask me, Monsieur Smith is trying to show off his wealth, no care for his guest's enjoyment as much as he pretends he does. Perhaps his ego wishes to remind everyone once in awhile who he is." She says to Marcus. "The parties in France are much more enjoyable. I shall take you one day." She says, leaving the hint there that she does not wish for this to be their only encounter. She smiles slyly at his compliments to her, cheesy flattery is still gushing out of him. She still likes hearing it, especially from him. She finds herself looking at Marcus and feeling no regret in her decision to get close, she knows a lot about him and in return, so does he. She would even dare say she is slowly beginning to trust him in this heist. He suddenly comes close, she thought of this as a good opportunity to tease him he shouldn't expect a kiss so soon in the night, but she stops short when he begins to whisper in her ear about leaving if things go wrong. She slightly raises an eyebrow, but keeps her expression fairly normal to avoid onlookers peering in, guests can be very nosy when they see people talking in hushed voices nearby. Before he pulls away, it is her turn to whisper in his ear. "You speak as if you expect something will go wrong... or know that something will go wrong." She pauses for a moment, letting those words hangs take in his reaction. "Your mind must still be set into your assassin business. Have faith." She then teases to relax him. "If things do go wrong, I always disappear before people even notice I am gone... but I expect you to do the same. You are not dying on me yet." She says, sounding much more affectionate than she intended. She lied a little there because unless she was sure he has left, she may find herself going back for him. She pulls away before he can answer and scans the room and to her luck, she sees Mr. Smith approaching.
She leans towards Marcus a little to put on the illusion she I saw speaking to him and subtly tunes in her headset. "This Black Cat to team. Mark is moving in towards us. Ears open for any details of interest." She keeps it open and speak to Marcus. "He wears an keycard in his left breast pocket, keep his bodyguards attention and I think I can distract him enough to swipe it." She then brightly smiles to Smith and bows a little "Monsieur Smith. It is an honour that you invited me to your latest celebration." She says sweetly, wanting to gauge his interest. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss LeBeau. You look wonderful!" He says, letting his eyes wander her dress and figure. She turns to put the attention of Marcus for introduction purposes. "This is Thomas DiAngelo. My partner for this evening and I must tell you, his talents in his industry are exquisite." She says, but Smith simply nods and returns his attention to Madalene. He makes no attempt to hide that he admires her physical assets over her talents in the fashion industry and she begins to speak about it. She pretends to not notice to keep him interested and waits for Marcus to do his part to open up an opportunity.
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Post by Envy on Mar 16, 2017 0:03:52 GMT
"Yes sure I got it, I'm lucky my mother was able to teach me ballroom dancing." Getting up from the table Alexander walks over to the changing room and begins to change into his suit. Walking back out in an azure suit and tie “Hmm I never knew that I could pull something like this off it just so blue. Sucks this suit is going to get stained by the end of the night I really like this suit.” Walking over towards Leopard “So ready for this dance?”
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With Leopard and himself they begin to walk towards the front door of the skyscraper Alex looks at the large and foreboding man in front of him. “Invitation please.” He says pulling out an invitation with his name on it he opens the door for Alex. Looking around the ballroom Alex stares around but keep a defined look on his face this place was amazing but he didn’t want to look like a tourist. “My, my what a luscious party this is wouldn’t you agree Mi Amor?” Putting on a genuine simile for others to see, I don’t usually simile unless a head is rolling but for a fortnight I’ll put on this devious act for the gullible.
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Post by Deaths on Mar 16, 2017 14:09:29 GMT
Marcus chokes on his champagne at Madalene's accusation that he knows something is going wrong. Something about her makes him blow his cover almost immediately, regain his composure he tries to answer with a joke, but she pulls away before he can respond. The target approaches the two of them, well he approaches Madalene. Marcus is just her trophy piece in this world and he needs to practice staying quiet and looking pretty. He's good at one of those already so this shouldn't be too bad. Marcus sighs internally while smiling at Sebastian, a small hatred beings to form as his date is eye fucked. "I'm going to punch this motherfucker out." He thinks to himself tightening his right hand into a fist while causally sipping his drink with his left.
Breaking away from Madalene he excuses himself so the two can get chummy. Walking towards the two bodyguards Marcus positions himself so his body blocks a clear view of Sebastian. He hands his now empty glass to the bald guard acting, to the annoyance of the man. "Excuse me guys." He begins to talk in a condescending tone while pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his back right pocket. "You guys got a place to smoke?" He asked slowing his speech trying to buy as much time as possible for Madalene. The bald guard nods at the younger one who sighs. "Come with me sir." The younger man says, they walk across the room heading towards a balcony overlooking the city. "Thanks man." Marcus says dismissively walking towards the railing of the balcony he sighs and pulls a cigarette out of the pack, he lights it and inhales. Andrew was never much of a smoker, but Marcus is, while he inhales he pulls out a dummy cellphone and pretends to make a call, but in actuality he begins to speak up through his earpiece. "Proxy this is Blue. Give me a quick lay out of the ballroom. How many cameras and their positions, also any security features you have access to. I may need to use those for when things go bad." His voice is professional and straight to the point, as he speaks in a hushed manner. He turns around and leans his back on the rail taking another drag from his cigarette giving the impression of an annoyed business man. Part of him was jumpy at the whole mission the other was frustrated with the way Sebastian looked and acted towards Madalene.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 16, 2017 15:38:10 GMT
Madalene continues to talk to Sebastian, waiting for the right moment when Marcus has the attention of both guards. She watches her partner walk away for a half second, momentarily distracted by her dashing date before returning to the task at hand. It is the multi millionaire's turn to speak and by god he can speak. He gushes about this suit he picked up at an auction in Europe, but it less about the appeal and elegance of it and more of how he demolished the competition on those who wanted it and how much he spent, much to Madalene's disappointment. It seems Sebastian giving hints to her so she can get a rough idea how much money he has, in an effort to charm her. She plays along with it a feigns interest that is believable, she couldn't care less how much wealth he has but she needs to keep his attention Her mind wanders to the suit, if it is as elegant and impressive as the price then she must see it for herself, no doubt is in her mind when she theorises that the piece of clothing is in the vault like a trophy. It upsets her that it is treated this way, fashion is supposed to be worn and showed off to the world! She hides her true feelings about the shallow man speaking to her, keeping her face interested.
She sees her moment, spotting from her peripheral vision that Marcus has the attention of both guards. She goes for it while the window of opportunity is open. She leans in slightly with a devious smile while stroking two fingers against the shoulder of his suit. "Monsieur, your suit is quite impressive, but it just isn't for you. You must allow me a private moment with you so I can create an outfit that is fit for a man of your power." Her words are sultry, leaving a hint that could mean many different things and keeps eye contact. Normally Sebastian would be insulted by such brazen words that suggest the attire he wears is put in a negative light, but he is charmed Madalene who obviously knows what she is talking about and beauty that has his eyes glued. "Well I'm sure that can be arranged, especially for a woman as gorgeous as you." He says with a smug smirk, thinking he's got this completely under control and totally unaware that he is being taken for a fool. Whilst giggling at his flattery, her free hand moves out of his line of sight and towards his breast pocket. With deftness that is clearly graceful, she swipes up the card and lays her hand onto her stomach, her little prize between it and her palm at just the moment where Marcus has wrapped up his act, she is impressed with his timing and teamwork. Now to do a little digging while she still has his attention. "I am curious." She says, tone returning back to it's normal tune. "Your vault is the main subject when people say your name. I must know, is it really unbreakable?" She didn't even need to try too hard, Sebastian just loves to brag endlessly about the vault. Her earpiece is still open and Noelle will hear every little detail. He talks about the type of security he has installed, how it is laid out and the mention that his 24/7 staff guarding it are all military trained. She picks up important details from his arrogant and egotistical explanation. Motion sensors in the form of laser tripwires are completely invisible even to some thermal imaging technology, which could prove to be a problem. Pressure plates are installed on one of the floors so it can't even be walked on without deactivating and one thing that Leopard must have conveniently forgotten to inform them about is the pressure plates activate a large amount of electricity if activated. Sebastian mentions that he went through the legal work that this is all deemed as a self defence measure, leaving a hint that it may or may not be lethal. The patrols go in pairs and lap through every inch of their route every few minutes, they are also ordered to shoot on sight. These revelations have made Madalene a little nervous. There was no talk that there was a chance of death in this heist. Of course, there always is in these jobs but it would have been nice to be informed exactly what could kill her.
"I am impressed. It is a wonder why any thief would even attempt to crack it." There is hidden mockery in her words at Sebastian'a expense. Regardless of the danger, it will be priceless to see the look on his face when his precious little vault has been ransacked. "I shall not keep you any longer. Au Revoir, Sebastian." She uses his first name to express the intimacy and keep him hooked, more for her amusement of how much he looks like a horny frat boy on heat. She would laugh at him if she could. She walks in the direction where she saw Marcus go to and finds him on the phone, but she knows he is talking through his earpiece. She walks to the side of him and waves the keycard in the air victoriously with a smirk before concealing it inside one of her dress gloves. "Are the rich in America always so arrogant, shallow and simple minded as Monsieur Smith?" She says as a joke to him.
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Post by snipsnap on Mar 17, 2017 4:59:20 GMT
"And here I was thinking no one would ever ask," Noelle snickered before looking over her map, "Blue, there's twelve cameras in the ballroom area, one at the entrance where you provided your invitation, two overlooking the buffet and bar the right of the dance floor, one positioned at the elevator's entrance and one inside, one hidden inside the center chandelier providing an aerial view of the main dance floor, two by the table and seating area to the left of the dance floor, one in the kitchen, and it appears the remaining two cameras are mobile, attached to the guards. They hand them off to each other periodically, every thirty minutes. When you begin your phase I'll let you know which guards have them. The last is the camera outside where you're smoking overlooking the balcony. It missed your face on the way out, just keep your head down on the way back in if you care about your identity or whatever. I can shut those cameras off whenever I please, but I don't have a replacement feed so it will be immediately noticed. I have access to the doors with automated locks, such as the ones in the staircase, as well as full control of the elevator. Lights obviously but I can't imagine any of you have night vision. Still if you need it to go dark I am ready and able. I have the positions and voice feeds of every patrol in this building so none should ever be able to sneak up on you. If you require anything else I'll be sure to try and access it." As she sped through this description, Noelle took careful note of all of the information Madalene was able to pry out of Smith so easily. She felt her heart rate pick up as the mortality rate probabilities in her head skyrocketed. At this rate they would be lucky if even one of them was able to reach the vault. Biting her inner cheek, Noelle tried to imagine any way she could at least discover where the pressure plates were before adding, "There's a lockdown switch behind the bar--specifically under a faux bottle of Crown Royal to the right of the ice box. Don't be fooled by the bartender, they're military-trained. If they hit it before you take them down, it's game over. Every floor is sealed up and metal sheaths slide over the windows, and the only way out is by police escort. They have the passcode, which I have unfortunately learned was kept solely on a paper trail." Noelle mentally cursed Sebastian Smith in her head as a brilliant idea formed in her head, one which she mentally chastised herself for not thinking of sooner. Because of his need to get legal permissions for the pressure plates, the specifics of their implementation had to be documented somewhere in those files. At this point any information could help, so she began a search for the papers hoping it wouldn't take very long.
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Post by Hunter on Mar 17, 2017 12:57:07 GMT
"So that's mean we got to take care of the bartender first when we get to our moment, good job kid, you're good." Ulf displayed a smile, it was good to work with pros or at least people who knew what they were doing. Leopard know how to pick her crew unlike Mack. "Got any idea of how much time you can hold the cops back when we will up there by the way ? They will get to the lobby even with all your assets, you should keep the cams outside the lobby on if it happen, just in case." He wasn't an expert at hacking stuff but having some intels is not a bad idea especially when the whole building will get swarmed with police force. The plan was simple but you don't know what could happen during an hostage situation, they can pass as robbers who barged in a party full of wealthy people to strip them of their wallets but if something goes wrong they were done for. Niclas checked his gear once more, never a bad idea.
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jackygirl
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My milkshakes bring all the girls to my dungeon
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Post by jackygirl on Mar 17, 2017 17:06:59 GMT
Leopard laughs. "Oh not your usual scene darling? I'm sure afterwards we can find something more to your liking..." They spend a good ten minutes blending in around the party making small talk and generally seeming innocuous. Someone clever watching would note that Leopard takes great care to steer herself and Claymote away from Sebastian as he leers at Ruse and then continues to circulate among his guests. After a while Leopard leans in and lightly kisses Claymote on the cheek. "While this is delightful; Crimson, Blue, Ruse time to get moving. The rest of you, you heard Proxy be ready this is going to be interesting." She pulls away from Claymote pushing him away in the direction of the staff elevator with a coy smile for anyone watching.
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In the van Jack and Jill began silently and methodically checking their AA-12s and body armour. Jack had brought a bear mask with him for the hostage taking phase of the plan.
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Post by Deaths on Mar 21, 2017 4:37:27 GMT
"Thanks, Proxy you really came through for me. I love being prepared, it'll be a cold day in hell before I get caught off guard." He puts a little emphasis on the word hell as a playful dig at Proxy's more well known handle. His heart skips a beat as he hears all of the security Smith as prepared. There is no way he's going to let Madalene go through with all that. Risking his life is one thing, but he won't allow her to. He nervously puffs on his cigarette, ashing it while his hands shake a little. He's never scared even when he was being tortured, even during firefights, now he's freaking out over a girl of all things. "Oh no...." He thinks to himself as he slowly realizes the truth. "I'm compromised." It was true he was a threat to the mission, he was a liability. He can't trust himself anymore, he could at anytime destroy the mission. He begins to type a short message on his phone, but doesn't it send it, he locks his screen as Madalene walks over to him.
He grabs Madalene by the waist and pulls her in close. He looks at her with a worry in his eye. "I'm tired of playing games right now." He whispers to her as he walks with her towards the elevator, his face betrays his true feelings he loves her and doesn't want it to end here. "I want to be with you after this is all over." He blurts out with no tact what so ever. He spots Claymote near the elevator, so he quickly continues his whispering. "I know I said it before, but if something goes wrong. There's a small restaurant, on the corner of 12th avenue, and 34th street. Its owned by my uncle, it is safe there. Go there and tell him 'Andy said you were cool.' He'll keep you safe I promise." He ends his whispering as they are a few feet from the elevator, the trio have assembled and its time to get moving. Since this doesn't involve hurting people this isn't his job so he waits for one of them to make the first move.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 21, 2017 7:35:48 GMT
"M-Marcus what--" Madalene stutters out as Marcus walks her to the elevator, practically dragging her for the first few steps when he caught her off guard. She is confused by his babbling, she thought he was a cold blooded hitman who could keep his cool under any kind of pressure, the threat of death in this heist shouldn't be new to him... then she sees it, it is clear on his face. He cares more for her than he lets on, it's the expression of concen, panic and love. She didn't believe their night was more than anything it was, he has been good to conceal his true feelings up to this point.
She has gotten used to people falling for her in the past, some were genuine affection while others were obsession. But this one is different, because she actually returns these feelings, though she does not know how intense they are at this moment. She listens to him in the elevator, but places a finger on his lips to interrupt his panicked instructions of the restaurant safe house. "Take a deep breath and release it slowly." She says calmly and doesn't speak again until he heeds her instructions, she turns off her earpiece and rests a hand on shoulder gently, her words do not have the playful tone anymore, a rare seriousness to her words. "I understand your concern for this heist, and for me. I appreciate your care more than you could imagine." The words are soothing, like a wash of calm enveloping Marcus. "But, I have done this many times before. No job I have done was there no risk of death. Yes, the new knowledge makes me nervous, but that keeps me alert and alive. If the others slip up, I will not. I will disappear before you even realise, I have pledged no loyalty to Leopard and I will not go down with her. If I remain unnoticed, I will be gone. If they get too hot, I will use your safehouse to lay low... and I expect you to be there too if that is the case. I will... not be happy if you get yourself into trouble." The last words are strained, she does not want to think about that outcome. Her hand moves from his shoulder to his cheek. "Oh, and before I forget. You are paranoid. Cute, but paranoid." She says with a smirk, showing that her words are more of a tease than a genuine criticism. When Claymote arrives, she returns to neutral and waits for the next step. She's ready to gear up and do what she does best: steal everything and be seen by nothing.
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Post by Deaths on Mar 27, 2017 4:05:33 GMT
The elevator ride is quiet as the three slowly go down. Marcus...Thomas...Andrew whoever he was would make a remark about the length of the ride, but he had more important things to do. On his phone was a message he wrote out telling Deputy director Bollock to be on stand by.
He has no idea what their plan was, if there even was a plan for all he knew Leopard already infiltrated his operation and his cover could be completely blown. He rest his left arm around Madalene's lower back pulling her in again this time more gently. Just wanting to feel her against him, he smiles at her happily. Though their future is almost certainly doomed he hangs on to the little bit of hope he can muster.
The elevator dings as they hit the correct floor, Marcus steps out and he looks around noticing the tank that they brought in. Walking up to the back he knocks and calls out. "Little pigs little pigs let me in." An unamused Jill opens the door Marcus jumps in and begins gearing up. He came supplied and some may call him over prepared, but you can never be too prepared was his motto. He looks at proxy if he sent that message out she may catch him. He needed a plan to distract her so he begins to chat her up. "Hey proxy while we are doing our thing I need some stuff done on your side." He begins ordering her around while he is squatting over his bag grabbing his gear. "Keep an eye on the guards at the party. I want to know if they have a visible pattern they like to walk. Also patch me through to their security channel if you can, I want to know everything they do before they do."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 27, 2017 9:58:54 GMT
Once the doors to the van open, Madalene heads inside and goes straight for the waterproof case lying on the floor. She didn't need to worry about the others snooping inside, she had it locked up real tight. It takes her a minute to fully unlock it and then opens the lid. Inside is her suit, mask, goggles that have NV and thermal vision, her silenced tranquilliser gun and various equipment and gadgets that are always useful for any situation she finds herself in.
Grinning is satisfaction, she stands up and by unzipping one side and giving it a good pull downwards, her dress falls free from her body and leaves her half naked in her underwear... Which are also removed from her body soon after, undergarments can get in the way sometimes and of course, she feels more comfortable just in the suit and nothing else. She ignores what might possibly be many of her teammates staring to either ogle at her or just in complete disbelief that she made such a bold move without even hesitating, she is comfortable with her body and there's no changing rooms in this van. At least, not any that she would like to find herself in...
Within a few seconds, she has kicked off her heels and is already in her suit with swift grace. She turns to those who couldn't help but watch the French woman's indecent display and just smirks. "You look at me as if you have never seen a naked woman before." She says playfully and begins to tie the laces of her sneakers and equip herself with her gear.
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Post by snipsnap on Mar 30, 2017 2:17:16 GMT
People were talking in her headset, but Noelle was in full research mode, her ears only pricking up for key words that were of use to her. The way Marcus enunciated the word 'hell' in one of his messages was a red flag to say the least--and normally Noelle would care--but she already won a fair amount of money off him and she knew their game narrowed down the suspect pool in his head substantially. If he didn't know she was Diablo at this point she would've been greatly disappointed. She heard one of her team members--Ulf was his code name for the sake of the mission--speak to her IRL. It broke the spell for a moment, and she gave him a quick smile back and a curt reply, "I've got some tricks up my sleeve to stall them, and I'll have an accurate countdown when the time comes." Visions of jamming the police scanners and remotely accessing their GPS systems danced in her mind, before more pages of legal documents appeared on her screen and she went began tip-tapping away again, this time humming Beethoven's Symphony No.5 softly. Somewhere in the back of her mind she hoped she didn't sound too abrasive, that was not her intention, but the thought exited as quickly as it entered.
She felt and heard nothing until light streamed into the van from Madalene and Marcus' rather abrupt entrance. She squinted her eyes and looked away even though all that spilled through was a few rays of moonlight. She would have turned immediately back to her work if Marcus didn't feel the immediate need to request the most mundane things of her. A quip was on the tip of her tongue as Marcus served out orders to her, but when she looked up something in his face had changed. He was definitely stressed, about what she didn't know but now was not the appropriate time to test his patience she figured. She gave a half-hearted, "Aye aye cap'n" along with an awkward mock salute. After tapping around for a few minutes she reached over while he was huddled over his bag, and switched his left ear piece to the second channel, "You should be able to hear them now yes? Hope you don't mind dick jokes cause it seems to be what most of them waste their breath saying." She realized Madalene had been undressing throughout all of this, but since she was the only other woman in the truck nothing she saw was anything new. There was also this one job she did at a nudist colony back when she just starting out and...you just get used to the human body after that. Noelle shuddered a little bit before turning to Madalene as she tied her shoes, "Thanks to you for being able to stand that sleaze ball Sebastian long enough to get me the information I needed. I wouldn't have made it past the first mention of his cash."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Apr 5, 2017 14:37:36 GMT
Niko pulled into the parking garage his modified engine barely making a whisper. As the fighting team got ready to go he watched slack-jawed at the French women's display. "I have seen many women naked but you are by far the most beautiful I may have to kill Marcus and woo you myself, I am Russia's greatest lover you know? I can beat American pig-dog any day."
He sighed as everyone else was getting ready. "I suppose it shall just be me and big-lady." He gestured to Jill. "Oh well..." He held out his hand to Zenturi. "Good luck my Ninja-friend you and I will drink vodka after we are done, da?"
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Post by Hunter on Apr 5, 2017 16:13:26 GMT
"I may admit that I never thought I was going to see a naked woman on a parking lot Rusé." Ulf smirked behind his mask as he waited for the other members of his team. He turned toward Niko, time to mess with him "Hey, at least you will be comfortable on your ass while we are going to do all the work."
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Post by Shift on Apr 5, 2017 20:46:25 GMT
Zenturi stared at the wall, meditating quietly. When he heard Madeline and Marcus come in, he focused on them. When Madeline began to undress herself, he was not phased at all. When one spends most of their time meditating and being calm, they don't get phased quite often. He began to get ready as the next phase of their plan began. He turned to Niko, as he spoke in a clear accent. Zenturi smiled at his new nickname, "Ninja-friend". He shook his hand, laughing. "Ah, well I can't turn down that offer now can I? You can count on it, my friend." Hearing Ulf's comment, he chuckled a slight bit. "That is true. However, without a getaway driver or people to protect said driver, what is our hope of escaping? I guarantee taking the bus would not be an option." He took out all his equipment, and was now ready for the heist to begin.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Apr 5, 2017 23:02:41 GMT
Niko laughed with with Zenturi. "Good now we have promised we cannot die, da? Is old trick for luck." He turned to Anderson. "You wait you may get fun now but when we have to escape I will be the one showing off for the pretty ladies so keep your eyes open Sweden-man. I once drove bus for get-away not fun ended up crashing into church so I'm probably going to hell where I will impress Devil with super-driving skills." He checked his SMG and winked to the blank-faced Jill before getting on comms. "Superman and Gretel have exit secured ready to begin phase 2."
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Post by Deaths on Apr 9, 2017 4:08:53 GMT
Marcus pulled his trunk out and begins going through his gear. The cold metallic case was as tall as he was and just as wide, this time he came hard, and began to to open it. It had a simple combination lock and a fingerprint scanner to open it. He covers the lock and spins the dial entering the correct code, 7-4-2 then he places his left thumb on the small scanner. A moment later a green light pops on and an unlocking noise is heard. Inside is his bullet proof assault armor, the suit covers his entire body save for his feet, hands and head. The black armor takes a few minutes to strap on, as he gears up he talks to Noelle again. "Hey kid what can you do with cellphones? I'm sure most of those guys will have a cellphone one person deciding to be a hero, with a call or text for help hurts our plan."
Pulling out his helmet he loses focus on his conversation with Noelle and scowls when he hears the Russian fucks annoying voice. He turns seeing Madalene mostly naked while most of the others eyed holes through her. Normally Andrew wasn't one for jealousy...but Marcus definitely is. Placing his helmet on, he grabs his M4 he loads it and throws it over his shoulder. He adds two Glocks putting one in each holster strapped to each leg. He has a duffle bag full of ammunition and various toys that he'll need later. The Russian crosses the line, without looking at him Marcus begins to speak in Russian in a low steady tone, dripping with aggression and hatred. "Speak like that again, and I will cut your cock off and fuck you in every orifices you have with it." He Russian is good nowhere near the level of a native speaker, but his message is clear to his victim. He pulls out his mask a pig...how perfect, he pulls the mask over his face and walks towards the end of the van. "One last thing, when we get into the party I'm running the show. This is not negotiable, I've done more hostage takings than any of you, we follow my lead when in there. Understand?" He ask, but then speaks up before anyone else can answer. "Good. Time to go to work kids." He says with a bit of a mocking tone.
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Post by jackygirl on Apr 9, 2017 18:17:32 GMT
In the ballroom Leopard touches a hand to her ear as if fixing her earring but actually activating her comm. "Good work. Proxy, Strike, Ruse you're Team-S make your way to the 97th floor and begin clearing out those security systems remember it is imperative that no alarm be triggered. Superman and Gretel you are Team-E keep our route out secure. The rest of you are Team-F remember all hostages are expendable save for Smith himself, but also do avoid permanently harming this little Tabby Cat. Begin Phase 2."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Apr 11, 2017 11:35:52 GMT
Niko turns very pale and mutters. "Not if I rip off yours first asshole." Although he makes sure Marcus is already in the lift before he says it. Turning to Jill he puts on his most charming smile. "So... you come here often krasotka?" She ignores him. Niko sighs "I see we are going to be good friend..."
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Post by snipsnap on Apr 18, 2017 22:57:58 GMT
"The signal jammer is currently on a countdown, T minus five minutes. If you need it done sooner I can override it at your command," Noelle spoke plainly as she pulled the sugar skull mask over her face. Her vision was decreased slightly but she trusted that Madalene and Zenturi would be able to protect her in any event. She stepped out of the van, looking up at the moonlight for a moment before a ping from her tablet revealed to her the information she had been waiting for. Some of the final sketches of the pressure plate system were kept in the court records, and now they were spread out in front of her. None of them were the final design, but Noelle couldn't imagine that the second to last approved sketch would be extremely different from the system that was apparently on the 98th floor. Turning to her comrades she announced, "Ruse, Strike, that pressure plate system Smith was so proud of is on the 98th floor and I should be able to navigate us through it, but I wouldn't be surprised if there were extra tricks up there that aren't on the blueprints I have so remain vigilant. I also suggest we take the cargo elevator to the 97th floor, it seems to be the area the guards check the least often and if we wait until the next team goes through there in two minutes, we should have that area to ourselves for at least fifteen minutes before the next group."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Apr 19, 2017 5:23:54 GMT
Madalene nods to Noelle's words as she retrieves her silenced gun. She pulls the chamber back and loads it with a single tranquilliser dart before pushing it back again. Single shot so it requires reloading every time she fires, but the darts are potent and whoever gets stung by one of these will be out cold for hours, nothing will wake them up, not even an earthquake. The guards here are ordered to shoot first and ask questions later and while the others are responding to this with their own firearms, Madalene is sticking to her code and will be careful with their lives. Nobody is going to die by her hands tonight.
"If needed, I'll be the one to cross the plates first. I have a sharp eye as well as nimble movements, so I have confidence to pass through safely with your guidance and leave a trail for you two to follow." she says to the two with a over confidence, but slightly forced smile. She sure as hell wouldn't like to be zapped to death so early into the heist, but somebody needs to cross first and what better person than the one they hired for her talents of surpassing any kind of security? It can't be that much harder than navigating through a laser grid... It's just her life instead her cover that's on the line for this one so extra care is definitely needed for this.
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