forum Heist Squad! (CLOSED)

Started December 03, 2018 by @Moxie group

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Cameron turned neatly behind the chair, like a little toy solider or a marching band student. He snapped his arms to his back and straightened out his shoulders, shaking out his hair and falling still promptly after. Silence and stillness befell the area.

(Warner's point of view)
Micheal Warner stopped outside of a large garage door outside of a warehouse. A large man he had hired was standing behind him. He was looking up at the door, unsure of how to get in, when the door started to open with a loud rumble, startling him. He smoothed back his short, black hair, in an effort to look composed. He blinked at the darkness of the warehouse as he walked in, his bodyguard trailing behind. In a chair sat Cortel, one of her black boots resting on her knee. She paid him no mind, inspecting her clean fingernails. She looked . . . younger than he thought she would be. Younger than she sounded. Doubts about her ability to finish the job flooded his mind. "Ah, Mr. Warner," she said, once again startling him, not looking up from her nails. She looked up. "Please, have a seat. It's a pleasure to meet you, I've heard nothing but terrible things.

Warner walked over to the chair and sat down. "I could say the same for you, Cortel."

Cortel smiled, something devilish and terrible in her eyes. "Yes I suppose you could," she said. "But enough with the pleasantries, I'm sure you're a busy man. Tell me more about the job."

(I'm gonna post more in just a sec, I just kinda wanted to break this part up so it wasn't a huge paragraph)

((hums Boss Ass Bitch because Eris stans Casey and is feeling more than a little gay for her))

WHat a mood.//

(Back to Casey's POV)
"The substance is called Proelium. It is an instant trigger to new nuclear weaponry and can be served as an uncontainable airborne disease that is deadly. This is only when mixed with a variety of chemicals and animal fat, however. Luckily our enemies have not yet figured out the chemical mixture needed to activate the disease, or where our nuclear weapons are being stored. But they are close. Very close." Casey stared intensely at Warner, listening to everything he said.

"Alright. And who exactly are our enemies?" she asked, watching him practically squirm under her gaze.

"A small terrorist organization that has proved to be much more . . . worrisome than we had hoped." Casey fought the urge to roll her eyes. "They are hiding Proelium in a base in Russia, near the borders of Kazakhstan, Mongolia, and China. They are holding a party there in three days, complete with auction and execution."

"And what are they called?" Casey asked, annoyed she would have to ask such vital information.

"Oh, of course, the Nebtali. They come from many places, mainly Europe and Asia."

You're fine, I'm sick rn so who knows when I'll be responding.//

Cameron was absolutely bursting with questions. But he kept his gaze carefully held into neutrality as he stared down the other bodyguard that Warner had hired.

They were absolutely pathetic. Everything, every little twitch they made to the bat of a single eyelash made Cameron want to bound over and strangle the man to bits. The “bodyguard” was big and broad, but it was definitely not worked for. Cameron could smell the steroids that they had used. And the fucking bodyguard didn’t even notice Cameron staring daggers into his soul.

What kind of moron would hire such a man?

Luca was practically humming with energy. Her eyes bright with revulsion. Russians. The Nebtali even. Like the crime family she had once worked for as a child. She should have smelled their stink from a mile away. She couldn't believe that the thought hadn't occurred to her to think they might be the ones behind this.

A million thoughts were zooming through her mind, but nothing showed on her pretty face. Instead she was watching Warner, slowly disarming him with every glance he shot at her. He hadn't lied to Casey, not yet at least, but it was really a shame that this man was the government contact. He had a quite a number of tells. Another glance her way, so she tilted her head, catching the light from one of the windows in her stormy eyes and rewarded him with a smile. She watched as his Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. Too easy.

Sol watched the conversation in a hidden position behind Warner, ready to come out the instant Casey gave a signal, but for the time being she kept a gun pointed at the back of the man's head. The bodyguard Warner chose to keep beside him was a large brute, but seemed to be mostly for show to scare people, so he seemed easy enough for her to take down if needed. Intimidation of course wouldn't work on Casey. Sol smirked. She could feel her friends's eyes burning holes into the client in front of her.

Cameron twitched as he saw movement from his side. Of course. His fists pulled even tighter and he felt a sick feeling in his stomach. Did Casey really have to choose Luca for this mission? The whole situation made Cameron want to explode into rapid gunfire. Of course.
But he kept still, though his head pounded painfully, his chest ached, his stomach tied up into angry (perhaps jealous?) knots, and his legs tired. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to cry like a child and recieve a hug. Maybe even a cookie.
But no. He was the Second Hand paired with the Sex Juju. A bad mix, in his eyes, but he had absolutely, positively nothing to say against it.

((deceased "SEX JUJU"))

Luca noticed Cameron's fists tighten and his expression go turbulent from the corner of her eye. Crap. What did he see? Her eyes darted around the room, but caught nothing. What the fuck, Cam?

Both Warner and his bodyguard tensed, reacting to her companion. Thinking quickly, she stretched, lengthening her body, assets on full display, assuming the bored pretty girl persona. Both men's eyes snapped to her. She pulled her silky blonde hair over one shoulder, running her hand through the length, absently brushing her curves. She smiled at them both, but her eyes darted to Cam, concerned, pained.

What's wrong?, she asked him with her eyes.

Cameron’s fists were now gritted so tight his nails were digging into his skin. His eyes spelled death for the two men in front of him. Neither of them had the right to look at anyone anymore. Cameron set his jaw harder, biting his tongue in resistance to shouting out at them. Angry pressure pounded behind his ears, adding to the mix of everything going on in his body. He just needed to stop. Get some sleep or something.

OhshitOhshitOhshit. Luca tried to subtly grab Cameron's attention, but other than throwing a rock at his handsome face she doubted she would be able to. He was pissed about something, but she couldn't tell what.
Then a thought occurred to her. She settled back into her statuesque stance, nothing more than a bodyguard for Casey. Her face went blank, bored, uninterested in the goings on of the crime bosses before her. Both Warner and his bodyguard returned their gazes to Casey. Luca exhaled. No way in hell this is about…me? He heart galloped in her chest.

Cameron felt the pounding in his ears die back as the conversation continued (just gonnaaaa…). Cameron inhaled deeply and shut his eyes as the attention was off of the pair, to try and recollect himself. When it didn’t happen in the .5 seconds he gave himself, his eyes opened again. At least Luca had stopped. Maybe she had noticed him? He felt his esrs warm up. What the hell was going on?

Sol glanced at her other friends behind Casey. Something was happening with both of them. Cameron looked panicky and Luca had started stretching to distract from it. Sol might be shit when it comes to boundaries, but is actually quite good when it comes to reading body language. She had known for a while, and this just added more evidence. Sol rolled her eyes. Seriously? Feelings are not something you should be thinking about right now. You're older than me, you should be smarter than me when it comes to this! She knew they liked each other, and that they probably didn't know that themselves, but that wasn't an excuse. Focus on the mission, you two! Casey chose you to help her! She trusts you!

Casey kept her eyes trained on Warner as he spoke. "There was a secret attack we made on the Nebtali a few months ago," Warner said, finally settling his gaze on Casey. "We were fairly successful in harming their troops, so that should lessen the resistance you face," Warner adjusted his collar and smoothed out his tie. "If you obtain the full amount of the Proelium and deliver it to a representative from the military, I will transfer you the money," he said, meeting Casey's steely gaze.

"Do I have your word?" Casey asked. Her fingers tapped lazily against her knee, one after the other.

"You have my word," Warner said. "I promise you, if you get to the Nebtali, get back all of the Proelium, make it back alive, and deliver the Proelium to us, the money is yours."

"Very well," Casey said after a moment, her face spreading into a small, cold grin. She stood up. Warner stood up as well.

"I have more information about the Nebtali I think you should look at," Warner reached into the inside pocket of his suit and pulled out a flash drive.

"Marvelous," Casey said. She crossed the area between the chairs to take the flash drive. Warner's face contorted into a smile as she reached up and grabbed it from his hand.

At the same moment the flash drive was in her grasp, Warner grabbed Casey's wrist and twisted it behind her, spinning her around. In one hand he held her wrist, with the other he held his arm over her chest. His brute pulled a gun off his hip and aimed it at her head. Casey's easy, dangerous smile never faltered. She watched Luca and Cameron leap towards her, but she held two fingers up, stopping them. "You really thought it would be that easy, Cortel? You really think I'd let you walk out of here? That's not even the real flash drive." He laughed a cruel, barking laugh. "To think it was that easy to get the famous Casey Cortel. You really are nothing more than a child."

Still, Casey only smiled. "You're new here so may I teach you a lesson, Micheal? Being a politician I thought you would know this already, but apparently not. In this world full of shady deals and stolen money. There is one thing that protects you. Trust. Trust between people is what keeps you safe. Value loyalty above all else Micheal. Or else you might find yourself getting hurt."

Okie dokie fam))

Sol smiled. They were very foolish people, just as she guessed. She stepped out of her hidden position, appearing behind a nearby pillar. Her movements were swift and in a second she was behind the bodyguard, slamming him over the head with her gun, surprising him enough to make him weaken the grip on his own. She took the opportunity to step around the man, disarm him, then slam her elbow into his neck. Once he had crumpled to the ground, Sol put her foot on his neck, prepared to suffocate him if needed. She decided to put a bullet in the brute's shoulder, for good measure, then pointed her gun at Warner's head. Her smiled was wide and crazy, showing off most of her teeth. "Can't have you hurting my friends, now can I?"