Sol groaned like a child. "Fineeeee," she whined. She dragged herself down the hallway before throwing her entire body at the door to the forge with a loud thump. She repeated that three more times before kicking open the door and yelling, "Hey there Cammy-wam! You're second in command, get your ass in gear! Meeting in the kitchen!" Before promptly slamming the door and jogging back into the kitchen like nothing had happened. "I think he'll handle that well," she said, smirking.
Sol getting Cameron is literally me getting my brother when it's dinner time, except when my body slams into the door it's more quiet seeing as it has a lot less force))
Cameron started like a cat, his hands almost flying off of the parts he was trying to glue together before the screws set in. He growled at the door and continued his work, concentrating hard. He needed to finish this.
"But is he coming?" Casey asked, looking just the slightest bit done. "Did you see him walk out the door? Probably not. We'll just have to wait."
((boop?))
(Second bump? Do you guys need me to rewrite that part or something so you can respond to it?)
(yeet)
(We're waiting for cam to show up.)
(Yeah he’s prolly not gonna for a while
You guys should just reply then I’ll have him come out in a bit)
(…..okay….)
(Yeah but like
they're not gonna start without him
Casey needs to talk to him about this)
(Casey should talk to him lmao
Anyway I guess I’ll have him come out.)
(Bumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbumpbump)
(is waiting)
(is also waiting)
About ten minutes passed before Cameron felt comfortable with taking his hands off of the hilt of his half-made knife. He huffed, cleaned off his hands and tossed off his thick apron, storming out of the forge and plopping down next to Luca.
“I’m here. Happy?”
(sorta by Luca. She's sitting on top of the fridge again.)
(Don’t be like that)
Casey set down her teacup with a dramatic clatter against the table. "Ah thank you for joining as. As a matter of fact, no, I am not," her voice was dangerously calm. "But we'll talk about that later." Casey smiled, not looking at Cameron. She felt significantly less rattled. Giving her someone to be angry at had cleared her head and focused her mind. "Let's get started, shall we?" She pulled up the recordings on her laptop, just in case she needed them. She looked at Luca. "What did you two notice? Did you think he was being truthful the entire time?"
(Let's just say she had Sam listen to the recording already, is that cool?)
Luca considered for a moment, her brow scrunching slightly as she thought. "He was telling the truth about the drug-weapon, that's for sure." Luca began, voice uncharacteristically solemn. "He's not happy about having to come to criminals to get the job done. But the threat itself is definitely true. I'm a bit concerned that Warner thinks that he can kill two birds with one job, if you catch my drift." She frowned at Casey, shrugging.
"We're on the Black List, Boss. There's no way that Warner is just going to let us walk off after this job. We have to be careful how we play this. I'd rather not end up behind bars or dead."
"I have that part covered Luca, do not worry. We won't end up dead, or in prison." Casey rolled the teacup between her hands. "Something Warner said bothered me." She clicked on something on her laptop and pulled up part of the recording "There was a secret attack we made on the Nebtali a few months ago," Warner's slightly distorted voice came out of her computer. "We were fairly successful in harming their troops, so that should lessen the resistance you face." There was a slight rustling of fabric. "If you obtain the full amount of the-" Casey cut off the recording. "I don't like it." Casey was silent, lost in thought.
Sol propped her head up with her hands. "So, what are you thinking? Maybe they're preparing for another attack or what?"
"No . . . " Casey stared off into space before speaking again. "I'm not sure they were as successful as Warner makes out in harming heir troops. Maybe they were, but I don't think they should rely on it."
"The Nebtali are not ones to go down easily." Luca said, mouth going dry as memories of her past floated to the surface of her mind. The Russian Mob family she had been a slave to had worked with them often. "I doubt that Warner's men even made a dent. Even if they did… they have a way of getting people to work for them. They'll be prepared for another ambush."
Casey looked at Luca, tilting her head to the side. She obviously had experience with this organization. “What about us? Do you think they’ll be expecting a team of six? Will they be able to sway us if they wanted?”