forum Heist Squad! (CLOSED)

Started December 03, 2018 by @Moxie group

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"Yuppers, I spent a fortune on them. Damon is probably going to be pissed that I used his money." Lane said with a snicker, he took a few hundred from one of his friends accounts. "He'll get over it."

Luca was sitting as still as a statue, but anyone could see that she was brimming with energy. Her eyes were bright and her fingers had a death grip on her cup of tea. She was dressed already for the meeting. Conservatively, like Casey had asked, but still revealing enough to be distracting should Casey need her to play the card. Her gaze cut to Cameron. Nothing could have stopped the flicker of a concerned frown that flashed across her face.

Casey turned to him. "Lane, why didn't you use my money? You know we have the budget for that sort of thing, right?"

"Nah, Damon owed me. Plus, he pissed me off. When someone pisses me off I do many things, like hacking into peoples banks and stealing all their money."

Casey stirred some cream into her tea. "Hm. And have I pissed you off yet, Lane?"

"Nope! But if all your money goes missing, it was probably me." He said, his happy compusure still there as he stuck a lolli in his mouth.

Luca snickered, tilting her head to glance at her friend. "I think you'd know, Boss. Lane's not exactly subtle."

Little do you know, he's planning something~//

"True. Lane I'd like you to pick those up as soon as possible, and bring Sol with you. We're meeting Warner in an hour, any questions?" Casey looked around expectantly.

(oooh suspense. but I wouldn't betray casey's trust if I were you because she will quite literally rip your throat out. or something along those lines)

Planning something, not something to betray her trust though. Let's just say…. The Heist Team might loose a team member.//

(oooh suspense. but I wouldn't betray casey's trust if I were you because she will quite literally rip your throat out. or something along those lines)

Planning something, not something to betray her trust though. Let's just say…. The Heist Team might loose a team member.//

( :(((((((((( that doesnt sound good )

Teheheheee~ Lane's not gonna die tho…//

"True. Lane I'd like you to pick those up as soon as possible, and bring Sol with you. We're meeting Warner in an hour, any questions?" Casey looked around expectantly.

Luca shook her head, despite the fact that she had worries regarding their catatonic weapons master in the corner. Son of a– If goes south, we're fucked. She'd talk to Casey about it later she supposed, just not in front of everyone.

Teheheheee~ Lane's not gonna die tho…//

((aggressively protects Luca))

Casey watched Luca glance at Cameron, and she watched the concern on her face. She turned to him. "Metzler, any questions?" He always had questions.

Teheheheee~ Lane's not gonna die tho…//

((aggressively protects Luca))

No, but he may leave~//

(angrily protects my psychopathic bean)

Cameron’s gaze didn’t flicker from the point of space he was staring at.
“No.”

Luca glanced between Cameron and Casey, alarmed. "Cam…" she whispered, softly enough that she hoped no one else heard her.

"Alright." Casey's face was a hard, stone mask. "Lane, Sol, you go get the listening devices, or whatever the fuck they're called. Cameron and Luca, get prepared. We leave in forty-nine minutes."

(I edited her. It's in page 18)

(awesome, she looks great)

Luca nodded at Casey once. Her face firm and serious for once. Standing and turning sharply on a stiletto heel, she walked to stand in front of Cameron. "Cam." She said solemnly, looking into his sorrowful face. "I need you to focus. We're Casey's back up. She can't be worried about you and the job." She paused, biting her lip. "I need you– " To protect me too… "–to get your shit in order for this. Two hours tops. Then you can go back to moping." She sounded harsh, but she reached out and grasped his shoulder before sliding a hand to his cheek. "Cam…"

Cameron snapped back to attention when he felt her touch him and shook her off.
“I will be focused. All you and Casey need to worry about it that job, not me. I can take myself.” He resisted a deep sigh. A nipping feeling attacked him. But he shook it off too. Too much nipping. Too much worry for him. Had he always felt like this?
“Thanks for being worried. But I’m fine.”

(I edited her. It's in page 18)

(awesome, she looks great)

(Idk whT to pur as her background)