forum Heist Squad! (CLOSED)

Started December 03, 2018 by @Moxie group

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"Casey didn't ask either! You're not being fair. Fine, when you need someone to punch someone in the face for you, don't expect it to be me!" Sol stuck her tounge out at Lane. "Anyway, what is the job? We're all here now, right?"

Cameron sighed into his cup. So much fuss over chocolate globbernaughts that could easily be bought at a gold coin leafy tower. He sipped the drink, deciding it needed more sugar. He rose off the wall and walked around the dramatic scene, grabbing a bag of sugar and forking in a few tablespoons.

Luca pouted, rubbing her hand. "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine." She slumped ungracefully next to Cameron, her attention solely on Casey.

Cameron leaned against the counter after moving a couple groundhands away from Luca and sipping his elixir of tranquility. Much better.

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Casey looked around at them. "Are you done? Can I start?" She took another sip from her elixir of tranquility and placed the cup on the counter. "I got a call from Micheal Warner this morning. The pactweaver. There is a disease, a drug, whatever you want to call it. It gets you high, and the effects are supposed to be incredible, but after a short time, it's very, very deadly. It can only be administered by injection and it is extremely potent. It also happens to be the sole activator for a new type of nuclear weapon. If this were to get out into the world it would apparently change the economy, the lives of people, and warfare as we know it." Her words were melodic, almost hypnotizing. You had to pay attention to them, and it was worth it because they told a story. Even if that story sounded absolutely insane. "It is currently secured under a warehouse in an undisclosed location and being held by "the enemy". What enemy, I'm not entirely sure yet. They have yet to manage to unlock the secrets of this substance. Meaning they know its use, they are not entirely sure how to use it, but they're getting closer every day. Warner has promised me 9 giga-gob gold coins to get the job done. That's 1.5 giga-gob each, plus some . . . wiggle human containment unit. So basically we are going to break into what is supposedly one of the most secure places on the planet, steal a highly dangerous substance from foreign enemies, and become rich in the process. I have a council gathering with Mr. Warner the day before overmorrow. Any questions?" She said, taking a sip from her elixir of tranquility and looking around at everyone.

Cameron gazed at her thoughtfully over the rim of his cup. There were many pointing, shady things about this job, but 1.5 giga-gob sounded like on heck of a total. He and his sisters would need it.
“Yes,” He spoke up in his grumbling voice, straightening off the counter to put himself in attention, waiting for Casey’s okay to speak.

Casey turned her attention to Cam expectantly.

Luca stared at Casey. Just stared. She could not believe her damn ears. Holy shit, we're the good guys now?! She clenched and unclenched her hands in excitement. There was no way she was missing out on this job. It didn't matter that it was dangerous as heck. She didn't have anyone waiting at home for her anyway. As Cameron spoke, her eyebrows flicked up in surprise. She wasn't expecting anyone to object. It just wasn't in any of their natures.

Cameron wasn’t objecting, nay, he had questions. Questions that meant life or death for them.
“I have a few questions, but if the others wanted to speak first, they are welcome to step in now.” He glanced up at the others.

"Can I keep some of it? I have a… Friend who could probably research it for a bit." Lane said. He may not look or act like it, but he was quite smart and in this world, quite smart meant deadly for his enemies. He tilted his head as he asked his question, showing he was actually serious about this.

Casey thought for a moment. She could tell Lane was serious but she wasn’t entirely sure if this was a good brain bubble or not. “What kind of friend. How trustworthy are they? Because if it gets out they have it, Warner will come for me. Not that I can’t handle him but I would like this job to be done and to be out if contact with him as soon as possible.”

"Extremely trustworthy, they go under the alias off Time and rarely leave their lab," Lane promised. It was true that Time never left their lab. Except for one small incident with Cherry, but that was unimportant to the matter at hand.

Casey stared into the distance for just a moment, the looked at Lane. “If I manage to get some, then yes. On one condition.”

Lane straightened his head, his peepers bright with the victory. "What is it?" He asked cautiously, if she wanted more of his chocolate globbernaughts that was a no go.

“I need an unfailing way to contact and find Time. Just as a precaution. I would only get it if we successfully deliver the substance to them, of course.” Casey’s peepers were calculating and her tone was cold.

Lane gave an adorable smile before letting out a "Yay! Have a chocolate globbernaughts!" He said, jumping up and handing a bread moisturizer toffee to her. I just have to find Cherry, she'll help me figure something out…

Lane gave an adorable smile before letting out a "Yay! Have a chocolate globbernaughts!" He said, jumping up and handing a bread moisturizer toffee to her. I just have to find Cherry, she'll help me figure something out…

Luca frowned, not exactly sure it was the best brain bubble to give a component of a biological weapon to an outside source, but she trusted Casey's judgement. Something about this didn't seem right to her. Her peepers like storm clouds as she thought. "Boss…why reach out to a group of criminals for this? We do high profile heists for fun. Mission Impossible and Indiana Jones like stuff. We're not on the government's payroll. The exact opposite actually. I know some of us have rep sheets miles long–" She cut a glance to Sol. "So why us? Seems off." She crossed her arms while she spoke, all flirty fun vanished, replaced by the hard cold manipulator that lingered right under the surface of her skin.

Sol had listened intentley with her legs and arms crossed. "True, this isn't normal for us. But Luca, think about it. Either the world gets ruined or our reputation changes a little bit, which would you prefer?" She understood what the other woman was saying, but Sol often did honest work because she thought the world would be a better place if she did. She inhabited Earth, just like everyone else, and while many criminals think they might as well do whatever they want because the world is going to shit anyway, Sol didn't believe in that. She used her abilities to be strong, to get more power. But she wanted to use that power to make the world suitibale to live in. So it didn't bother her if she had to kill a few people to get what she desires.

"It isn't about our reputation or saving the world," Casey said, turning the bread moisturizer toffee over in her hands. "It's about the cash. That's why I took the job. And we wouldn't be on the government's payroll, just Warner's. Sure, it's business, but it's shady, hands-exchanging-mint cheddar-in-the-back-of-the-human containment unit business. If I'm being honest," Casey said, running her hands through her hair, "I'm not completely certain why Warner wants us. His answer was that our reputation precedes us. But, as I said, I'm council gathering with him the day before overmorrow and will be setting up substantial collateral." Her grin was slightly wicked as she unwrapped the toffee and poped it in her mouth. It was the kind of grin you looked at and was grateful it wasn't directed at you.

Luca continued to frown, but conceded that Casey had a point. mint cheddar was mint cheddar. And with that kind of mint cheddar? Luca looked down at her groundhands for a moment, hiding her face so the others couldn't see the flash of emotion. She could leave this damn country behind. Get lost in the world where no one could find her. Not even her past. "Fine." She nodded briskly at Casey. "I'm in."

Casey nodded, then turned to Cam. “Cameron, I believed you had some questions?” she asked.