forum Heist Squad! (CLOSED)

Started December 03, 2018 by @Moxie group

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Casey fought the urge to clench her jaw, or better yet, reach across him and knock Seth’s arm out of it’s socket. Instead, she smileda smile that did not reach her eyes. “If you want details, Mr. Parker I have to know I can trust you, and that you are with me.” And my team. “Can I trust you, Sir?”

((I SHIP IT TOOOO!!!!!!! cough, cough Please…))

Seth smiled, licking his lips as he took in the sight of this mysterious woman once more. He'd have to stick around, he couldn't let this one go. "Hmmm… well that depends. Can I trust you?"

(Oh please make it a thing)

Cameron hereonout ignored the newbie, pouring almost but not quite lukewarm water into his mug and taking three teabags for his tea. He collected cream, sugar and honey and mixed them once the tea was strong enough for him. He grabbed the cookies he had found and walked out of the kitchen, down the hall, and into his forge to continue work.

(I am totally down just like. Good luck getting Casey to actually fall for him tbh. Sorry I don’t like to force ships (although I could totally see it happening)
Also Is that green tea emi??)

Casey looked at Seth and smiled. “That’s just not how it works, I’m afraid.” She looked him up and down. “Look at me. You look like you know people. How they work. Do you think you can trust me?”

((I totally get you. If it happens, it happens.))

Seth scratched the back of his head. "I dunno…" He smiled. "You were about to give into temptation and break my hand two minutes ago." He gave a shrug. "So I guess that is the question isn't it? Can I trust you? I not too sure right now. But I won't give you enough of me for it to matter. So, as long as I have somewhere nice to stay, a way to contact you, and champagne the next time we have another one of the lovely car events…. I think I'll be alright."

If I had "given into temptation" your arm would no longer be attached to your body. Casey smiled. Seth could think he was out of her reach all he wanted, but he was already tight in her grip. "Lovely. This deal requires us to be out of town for a few days. We could leave any day now, so I will need you to be on standby. Until then, I've got a lovely little place for you to stay in, which my driver here will escort you to in . . . " Casey glanced down at her watch "an hour. You can pick up any things you may need in that time. Do you agree to the offer?"

"Hmm…" Seth thought for a moment. "As long as I'm not drugged, unconscious, blindfolded, bagged, or beaten…yeah! I'm cool with it." He looked about the interior and sighed. "Gods, I can use a drink. This is poor hospitality."

"My apologies," Casey deadpanned. The driver pulled over two blocks away from Casey's apartment. "I'll be sure to have a better selection next time." She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the door, then turned to Seth. "As I said, my driver will take you anywhere you need to go. He will then bring you to your newest accommodations, where you will stay until you are needed. So I suggest you do your packing wisely." She stepped out of the car, on to the sidewalk, pulling a burner phone out of her pocket. She tossed it to Seth, then leaned down to look in the car. Call that number if you need me. I'll be in touch."

"Alright." He droned, catching the phone with little effort. He looked to her. "See ya later, beautiful~" He purred, blowing her a kiss, not from his own desires, but because he knew it'd annoy her. There was a lot he couldn't figure out about this woman, but that's what made this very interesting.
She's just the type of adventure I need.

(Mmmmmmmmgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh I shipp itttttt but Casey hates himm)

Casey slammed the door close and the car drove off. Perhaps she had closed the door a little too hard. She waited until it turned the corner to let the disgust show on her face. She was sure he was just doing those things to get a rise out of her or to her make her upset. The problem is, it was working. She shook her arms out at her sides, pulled her headphones out of her coat pocket, and put them on. Classical music was playing in them. She walked the short walk to her apartment and went straight up the elevator, where she went through her to do list in her head. She had to get Sam into the system, of course. And give Seth a low-level clearance. Casey got through all the security before entering her apartment, going straight to the kitchen to make a pot of tea.

((I hope it happens! I really, really, really, really, really, really do!!!!!!))

Seth smiled as she slammed the door, satisfied that he'd gotten under her skin. His blue eyes turned to the driver. "West End, 325. Larken Lane. Now, please." His tone was nothing like it was when he spoke to the woman, it was though a switch had been flipped in his mind. He sat back in his seat, playing with the phone she tossed to him.

Cameron heard a beep of the opening front door through his headphones and lifted them off, setting them down slowly after turning off his grinder. He wiped his dirty hands off and peered out of his room, running a hand over his face, wiping off sweat.
“Casey?” He asked slowly, squinting. He could feel the anger around her.

Classical music blasted in Casey's ears as she went about preparing tea. Put the kettle on to boil. Get a clean teapot. Scoop tea into the infuser. Set out teacups. Set out cream, sugar, and honey. Pour the boiling water over the tea. Let it steep. She had done these motions a hundred times and they calmed and centered her.

Cameron approached her slowly, like a cautious Great Dane. He stood off more to the side, careful not to reach out for her, just to stand nearby, waiting for her to see him.

Casey turned, saw a tall figure, and jumped. "Oh." She pulled her headphones out of her ears. "Hello, Cam." She glared at herself in her head. How dare she let her guard down and let someone sneak up on her. Where was her head? "Sorry, I suppose I didn't hear you."

Cameron grinned meekly, rubbing a bit of ash off of his face. “Hello, Casey. How did the mission go?”

“Good.” Casey set out a mug for herself. “The target has been acquired. I would say it was a successful mission.”

Upon hearing a familiar voice, Sam ventured out of his room and into the hallway. His boss– Casey– had seemed no more friendly than Cameron had been… but it was worth a shot to attempt some sort of conversation. "Hello, boss," he greeted, entering the kitchen.

Luca emerged through the front door, smiling blissfully at nothing as she nodded her head to the music blaring through her headphones. She was covered in a thin layer of sweat and her once neat ponytail was adorably messy. "Ooo! Tea!" she said as she slid into the kitchen on bare feet.

Sol, trailing behind Luca called out, "Is everyone alive? Sam, you good?" when she glanced to the side to see all of her teammates in the kitchen she let out a dramatic sigh. "Fantabulous. Cammy didn't kill Sammy." She finally took in the appearances of her friends. Casey seemed a little mad, Cam was somewhat annoyed, Sam was shy, Luca was hot, so pretty much everything was normal. "'Sup, Casey. So when are we supposed to be leaving?"