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Tyler Jones

Fight to win or what's the point

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a character in “Nine Lives”, originally authored by phoenixheart, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"You're not the only one refusing to back down"
{Riot | Three Days Grace}

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Name:
Tyler Adam Jones (chosen name)
Tyler Uxbridge (birth name)

Nicknames:
Ty, Aegis

Age:
23

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Ethnicity:
25% Italian 75% American




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'Tramps like us, baby we were born to run"
{ Born to Run | Bruce Springsteen}


Appearance:
Tyler stands at 6'0 dead. He is prone to changing his hair a lot. At the moment, it's short at the back and longer in the front, long enough to be sweeping against his eyebrows. His Italian heritage gives him his olive complexion as well as his dark hair and eyes. Tyler has a pretty solid build. He's not a huge hulking man, but neither is he willowy or wiry. Tyler has a light amount of visible muscle on his body. Running around as one of the Black Cats tends to keep him in shape, but he's not one to be hitting the gym everyday. As for his dress sense, Tyler generally favours t-shirts and loose fitting pants, staying near the darker end of the colour spectrum.




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"Would you kill to prove you're right?"
{ Hurricane | 30 Seconds to Mars}

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Personality:
The majority of people who know Tyler would describe him as being laid back. For the most part, this is true. Tyler is very laid back and has a very long temper with the people around him. Rather than getting angry at setbacks, Tyler takes them in his stride and changes the plan accordingly. With his patience, Tyler stays calm in a crisis, and is pretty good at keeping a cool head when the situation starts to heat up. Tyler is intensely loyal to his friends and often goes above and beyond to make them happy. He has a very dry sense of humour and can be very sarcastic with his friends. Tyler is a very principled person and he holds true to his beliefs. He doesn't like to be proven wrong about things, but he will, eventually, own up and be the bigger person, adapting his world view to fit with the new information.

Beneath the cool and calm exterior, however, is an entirely different man. There's an undercurrent of anger that pushes him forward, bordering on rage sometimes. Angry that he couldn't protect the people he cared about, angry that the system let them down, let him down. He's a very angry man. While usually easy going and sociable, Tyler has been known to pull away, falling into bouts of deep guilt and self loathing. In these moments, he is prone to lash out at people, which is why he pulls away. He doesn't want his friends to think he doesn't like them or see him like that. He's all about protecting his friends, even if that means isolating himself. With people who have wronged him, the patience goes and they just get the anger. And then it is really not pretty.

Talents:

Computer Hacking A somewhat nerdy child, Tyler had originally been obsessed with improving his own devices, eventually moving from hardware to software. When he first caught a hint of something bigger going on he began studying ethical hacking, evolving his skills into something the authorities would deem much less ethical.

Hand to Hand Combat Tyler practiced kickboxing and is proficient in hand to hand combat.

Listening It might not be the most impressive of talents, but Tyler is a good listener when it comes to his friends and family, often offering himself as a shoulder to cry on

Weaknesses:

Forgiveness While his loyalty is commendable, it can blind him to the faults of the people around him and as such he finds himself giving those close to him one too many chances to prove themselves.

Lying A pre-planned lie will fall apart as soon as it gets to Tyler. He can improvise a lie, just don't tell him the story before hand.

Insomnia Tyler suffers from bouts of insomnia, meaning that there are times when he's running on 2-3 hours sleep.

Fears:
Losing this family that he found the same way he lost the last one.




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"It's hard to miss the way her eyes light up the room and still the air"
{ Goodnight Moon | Go Radio}


History:


If Tyler had been told even ten years ago that he would be a vigilante taking on a corrupt state, he would have laughed in your face. He didn't have a hard life, quite the opposite in fact. Born Tyler Uxbridge, he had a pretty comfortable upbringing as an only child, his parents both politicians. As a child, Tyler had a handful of close friends that he held on to, placing a high value on all their relationships. He was a quietly content kid and grew up in blissful ignorance of the corruption that existed on his door step. His first notion that something was wrong was when a friend of his, a boy called Adam Marks, disappeared. When he asked after the missing boy, his teachers told him to forget about it, his parents told him to leave it be. As he was only a child at the time, despite his gut instinct that something was wrong, he trusted the adults and put it behind him, figuring that the boy in question had probably left school and moved elsewhere, no harm no foul.

It turned out that it was losing someone much more precious to him would be the catalyst to him joining Black Cat. As he grew up, it was harder to keep him away from the whispers of corruption, but he had a reasonably normal life. He grew taller, his voice broke, the normal stuff. He also fell head over heels for a girl at school. Clara Jones was the centre of his universe. It was ridiculous how smitten Tyler was with Clara. He'd have done anything she asked of him. Not that it was all one sided. Clara adored Tyler as well. At seventeen, as far as Tyler was concerned, Clara was The One. While his parents were putting more pressure on him to choose a career, Clara was his sanctuary. He'd escape for weekends with her and was happier than he had ever remembered.

His parents disagreed. Clara wasn't from the 'right stock' for their precious boy. There were many arguments between Tyler and his parents about Clara. Soon, though, his parents realised that they were losing the argument and as far as Tyler was aware, they dropped the subject. And then Clara didn't answer her phone. Fearing the worst, Tyler headed to the snicket where they would meet. He found her, but she was dead, the wounds barely dried. And the police did nothing. His parents refused to step in and the police did nothing. Tyler always suspected that his parents had something to do with it, but he didn't want to go down that route. He began researching the police. Finding the overwhelming evidence of deep corruption, and facing being cut off from the family money, Tyler knew it was do or die. So he did. He sought out Black Cat and joined their group, completely disowning his family name. He took Clara's last name as his own, and adopted Adam's name as his middle name.




Image"I asked not for my burden to be lightened but if I may have broader shoulders "
{ Avalon | Professor Green}

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So begins...

Tyler Jones's Story

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Character Portrait: Kit Snider Character Portrait: Nathan Richards Character Portrait: Derek Snow Character Portrait: Cenna Wenlynn Character Portrait: Lucas Veil Character Portrait: Melody Lynnix
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Nathan was still questioning how he'd actually managed to end up in college. Okay, sure, it was only the local community college, and was only an hour, tops, from his parent's house. But it was something, and it had given him an excuse to move into the city. Before that, he'd been limited in what he could do with Black Cat, because he relied either on bus times or getting a lift. Lucky for him, his parents thought it was good and healthy that he was going out with friends. They liked Kit and Audrey and even Xandru. And once Nathan had gotten good enough to avoid punches to the face, the questions about what exactly they were doing had stopped.

But now, he had total freedom. Well, whenever he wasn't in class. And even then, it turned out that none of his lecturers were overly sticky on attendance. As long as he knew his stuff when it came to the final exams, that would do them. It suited him right down to the ground. And, being a college student, nobody blinked an eye at him going into a bar at five in the evening.

"Nate," the bartender called as he entered. Nathan made his way over to him, glancing around. No cops- or, rather, no uniformed cops. "There's someone waiting for you guys in the back. It sounds urgent, but he also stinks of money. I wouldn't keep him waiting. Are the others coming in?"

"Yeah, as far as I know. I'll text some of them and tell them to hurry up," he replied, glancing down at his phone. No messages yet, but there probably would be before long.

"Good. Usual, yeah?"
"Yeah. Drop it into me, I'd better go see to whoever this is," he said, already heading into the back room. It was just big enough for the whole team and perhaps two other people, as long as those two other people were standing. It served all of their purposes, though. They had access to the bar's WiFi, it had decent lighting, and the table was plenty big enough for the occasional poker game, or for a makeshift treatment room for small wounds if necessary.

There was already a guy leaning against the wall, holding a glass of whiskey and glancing at his phone urgently. His suit alone looked looked like it cost more than the group's yearly bar tab. Even his nails were perfectly manicured. "Is this it? Some kid who looks like he couldn't bench press an empty bar, let alone anything heavier?" The man demanded. Nathan, who had only just started to type out the text to the group chat, raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, I am the entirety of Black Cat. I have, single-handedly, dealt with all of the cases you have undoubtedly heard about. I also get all of the money, which is why I'm so clearly rolling in it. Chill, the rest of the team is coming," he said, sliding into his usual seat and finishing the message.

To: Black Cat Group Chat
Guys, we have a client. He's rich and impatient, so I'd get your asses here ASAP.

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Tyler plugged the power cable back into the computer tower and shuffled out from behind the desk. He brushed the dust off his knees. "Mr Keyes?" Tyler wandered into the kitchen. Mr Keyes, a stout, pot-bellied man approaching his fifties, was sat at his kitchen table, bent over a newspaper, his coffee forgotten. "Uh...Mr Keyes?". The man looked up, regarding Tyler over the rim of his glasses.

"Ye-es?"

Tyler resisted the urge to say something sarcastic. You need the money he reminded himself. Since leaving home, money had been tight to say the least. "Your computer's fixed."

"I'll suppose you want paying?" Tyler nodded. That was generally the idea of doing this as a job. He almost said it aloud, biting his tongue to keep back the retort. Mr Keyes counted out the notes and handed the pile of money over to Tyler. Tyler made a point of counting the notes in front of Mr Keyes. Most clients he trusted not to short change him. He did not trust Mr Keyes to afford him the same courtesy. There was something about the man's manner that didn't sit well with Tyler. He was arrogant and condescending, looking down on Tyler the moment he walked through the door, despite the fact Tyler was there to provide a service that the man needed. He would never understand that tortured logic. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Derek? Or Mel? Nathan most likely.

"Thank you Mr Keyes. Nothing should go wrong, but if something does happen to your computer, feel free to call."

Mr Keyes nodded. Tyler grabbed his bag and left the house. He grabbed his bag and left. Once outside, Tyler fished his phone from his pocket and checked his messages. As he suspected, it was from Nathan.

Guys, we have a client. He's rich and impatient, so I'd get your asses here ASAP

Tyler strapped his bag to the back of his bike. Wasn't that always the case with the rich? He smiled wryly, remembering his own father's impatience with the world around him. Tyler started up his bike and weaved through the afternoon traffic to the bar that served as their unofficial HQ. Tyler slipped his bag back onto his back and pocketed his keys. The bartender pointed to the back room. Tyler nodded and headed back.

Nathan was sat at his usual spot and Mel was perched on the table, already flirting with their prospective client. Tyler took a moment to look the man over. It was certainly an appreciative look. In a nightclub, with the alcohol flowing in his veins, Tyler might have been tempted to hit on the guy. He was hot, but God did this guy know it. The guy screamed money too. Tyler took a chair away from the table and dropped his bag to the floor. "Two minutes and you're already flirting with the guy. I'm impressed," he said to Mel before turning to the man. "Personally, I think we should start with the name?"

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The ice rattled as she scooped it in to a big mug while pouring some beer. She put it on the bar counter with a loud clunk, almost spilling some over the desk. The customer, a big bearded biker dude, was probably too busy following the game of billiards and did not notice the beaverage in front of him. "Here ya go" she called out, trying to overpower the Guns n roses guitar solo that rumbled inside the bars walls. The big man turned around with a pervy grin, taking a sip of the liquid and getting foam all over his braided beard.

Mei just rolled her eyes at the drunkie and grabbed a cloth to go and clean up some tables. She was not happy about her present part time work, but paying the rent for her apartment was getting difficult these days as a result of her not have a roomie. Plus, she needed something to do with her freetime (in addition to black cat) instead of just sitting inside at the computer all days. That was becoming way too monotonous and boring for even her.

She closed her eyes and scrubbed the table as she was mumbling very silent along to the lyrics. Her ears was doing everything in her power to ignore a fight between to middle aged bikers and some dirty comments from another one. Despite being a bar, the place was surprisingly crowded even during the days and afternoons. Located close to the big road automaticly crowned this place as the towns biker bar. Bikers and their stupid bikes.. Uhh just hearing the sound of mc:s growling outside made her feel sick.

She was just about to go and get the sweep and the dustpan, after hearing the sound of breaking glass, when she felt a vibration in the tight pocket on her black skinny jeans. "About time!" she said to herself in a impatient tone. She raised her eyebrow and sweeped her side bang out of her eye when reading the message from Nathan.

Guys, we have a client. He's rich and impatient, so I'd get your asses here ASAP.

Mei smirked, only a twitch in the corners of her lips. Finally! Work. She was not surpriced, since close to every text she got was work-related. But she could not help but to feel a bit relieved - and worked up. She put the cell in her pocket, dried her hands on the cloth before swinging it over the bar counter. It was 5 pm and todays shift was about to end soon anyway.
"Later assholes! And see you Johnny!" she shouted at the old wrinkly bar owner when grabbing her bag and heading out of the door. Their unofficial HQ was just a couple of houses up on the street. Meaning she was there in just a brief moment, and having enough time to smoke a cig as well.

Entering the inner little room, she greeted the others with a silent short nod before she sank down in the leather sofa. Mel was already flirting And Ty being polite, it looked like they'd got things under control. Nathan was there as well sitting across her, she looked at him and raised her cheek a bit, as a way of confirmation. She knew he was there, but thats all. Meia was not a people person and being a part of a nice conversation was not her strongest talent. She decidet to just sit there in silence, spinning the messy blonde hair around her finger and gazing the client from top to toe with a sceptic expression.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Melody Lynnix Character Portrait: Tyler Jones Character Portrait: Andrew McGinty Character Portrait: Audrey Pryde
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‘Down. Down on the ground now!’
Fear. Fear for her sister, and for her own life. Masked men…no not men, monsters, roughly pushed her to the ground. What did they want?

‘The money is in the register!’ Cenna yelled

’Shut up bitch’ One of the men yelled as he slapped her across the face drawing blood. As if time fast forwarded, she watched everything unable to stop it. The other man pointed his gun at Cenna, he was going to kill her, and she could do nothing to stop it. Cenna put her hands up feeling helpless. She heard the gun go off, she saw her sister fly backwards, into her own body before she felt the pain bloom in her lower abdomen. She ignored the pain as she caught her sister in her arms, buckling under her weight she fell to her butt. Questions rushed through her head as she tried to staunch the bleeding in her sister’s stomach. So much blood, some of it her own.

‘Why? Why Layla…?’ She cried tears burning her eyes as she ripped her shirt and pushed it against Layla’s wound, but it quickly soaked through.

’Stay with me, stay with me please…god please stay with me’ Cenna whispered. Her sister coughed, blood coming out of her mouth. The masked men where gathering cash from the register, but Cenna tuned them out. Her sister was dying in her arms. Her sister started to fade…


“Layla!” the scream ripped from Cenna’s throat as she sat up strait in her bed sweat making her hair stick to her face. She tried to calm her heart and her breathing as she rested her head in her hands. She hoped she had not woken her roommates with her night terrors.

She took a breath as she stepped out of bed and looked at her clock. 4:23 am. Too early to be awake, yet she knew she wasn’t going to go back to sleep. No rest for the wicked. She changed her clothes into her tight black running shorts, pink t shirt, and black running shoes. She stretched and prepared herself for her morning routine. She snuck to the living room, all was quiet at the moment. She went to the coffee pot and made a pot exactly like she liked it, dark as Mississippi mud, before she left the apartment.

Her morning run was less a run, more a…parkour trip. She started at the top of her building. Made her way across the rooftops of three structures north of her home, then she slid down the flag pole on the side of a pastry shop fire fighter style. Once on the cement she jogged a few blocks then took a sharp left into a desolate alley. Cenna slowed a little as she caught sight of a group of kittens. She approached them slowly, as to not spook them. She pulled out her protein bar she held in the underside of her sports bra and opened it.

“ici chaton, je ne vais pas vous faire du mal” She said as she held it out to the kittens and was un surprised to see them jump at the chance for food.

Once she had gained the kittens trust she gathered them up and started towards her [url=http://www.northcolonyanimalclinic.com/sites/site-2959/images/Practice%20Images/b3ad1944-7f00-0001-6b12-91aa41afba0a.jpg]clinic[url]. Once she had the kittens situated she started back to her place. The run took her 10 minutes to go the 5 miles back to her place. She stepped in the door to her place quietly, trying not to wake up her roommates.

Cenna poured herself a cup of coffee and started breakfast. She didn’t always cook but she felt the need to keep herself busy. She made eggs, bacon, French toast, and for the hell of it, homemade cherry pie. She figured her roomamates deserved a treat considering she had most likely woken them up earlier. Once breakfast was done and the pie taken out of the oven to cool.

Her cellphone vibrated and she heard her ringtone for the Black Cat group, Ghostbusters and it made her grin. She read the text.

To: Black Cat Group Chat
Guys, we have a client. He's rich and impatient, so I'd get your asses here ASAP.

“Сукин сын” Cenna sighed as she headed for the shower. She would be damned if she was going to meet some asshat looking like…well an used tissue. She showered quickly, singing as she washed.

“Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Ah
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming,
I can hear them say”
She stepped out of the shower, and headed to her room. Once there she dressed in a black and white striped dress, red heels and bright red lipstick.

“Breakfast is in the oven, we are being summoned to the bar” Cenna called as she collected her purse and headed out the door. It didn’t take long for her to reach her destination.

“Hello Captain” Cenna greeted the bartender. She called him captain because she had failed numerous times to guess his previous profession and that was always what she had fallen back on. He struck her as the sea fairing type.

“Hello Cenna, everyone is in the back…you already had your coffee?” he asked. Cenna nodded. They kept a mini coffee pot just for her because she rarely drank anything but a caffeinated beverage.

“Just lemon water please” she said before she entered the room. She entered just in time to hear Tyler and Melody’s bickering. She smiled and shook her head before she took a seat in a chair on the far side of the room and waited.

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Character Portrait: Kit Snider Character Portrait: Cenna Wenlynn Character Portrait: Melody Lynnix Character Portrait: Tyler Jones Character Portrait: Andrew McGinty Character Portrait: Audrey Pryde
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Duck left, Lean, left Body hook, right uppercut, left straight, right cross.

"Another knockout. This leaves Andrew The Celt McGinty's pro record at 17-2." The announcer said with about as much enthusiasm as a dying cat, despite there being about 1800 people in attendance. The crowd wasn't all that excited, after all, he did just beat the hell out of a hometown boy in the early seconds of the third round. Andrew looked at the youngster

"You're good, work hard, and you could be great." Doing his best to give the boy a bit of an uplift.

Once in the back room, he grabbed a shower, threw on some clothes, and headed to The Argyle, a local dive bar occupied by a more mature crowd, usually with a pretty calm vibe, and the drinks were cheap. The walk down was pretty boring, so, Andrew, being himself, decided to liven it up a bit, by singing one of his favorite songs, at an unnecessary volume, and clearly purposely off-key and god-awfully.

"I was born on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat
And the loving English feet they tramped all over us,
And each and every night when me father'd come home tight
He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:

Oh, come out you black and tans,
Come out and fight me like a man
Show your wives how you won medals down in Flanders
Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away,
From the green and lovely lanes in Killashandra.
Come let me hear you tell
How you slammed the great Pernell,
When you fought them well and truly persecuted,
Where are the smears and jeers
That you bravely let us hear
When our heroes of sixteen were executed. "

"Hey, shut the fuck up" Came a yell from someone walking about ten feet in front of him.

"Oh what honey, you don't like me singin? "

"You better watch it, you dirty..." The man stopped as he turned and realized who he was speaking to.

"Dirty what? Dirty jew? Dirty bastard? Come on, ya can't just end with dirty..... What kinda insult is that, eh?" Andrew chuckled back, doing his best to tease the man.

"Just, please stop singing, no offense, but you're a much better boxer than a singer." The man replied calmly, suddenly giving respect where it was due.

"Oh, there's only one verse left anyway" Andrew, knowing he intimidated the man, went and wrapped his arm around the man, walking alongside and singing even louder.

"Come tell us how you slew
Those brave Arabs two by two
Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows,
How you bravely slew each one
With your sixteen pounder gun
And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow.

The day is coming fast
And the time is here at last,
When each yeoman will be cast aside before us,
And if there be a need
Sure my kids wil sing, "Godspeed!"
With a verse or two of Steven Beehan's chorus."

"Have a good night there grumpy!" Andrew said loudly as he barged into the Argyle.

The bartender poured him a shot of black rum, a scotch with two ice cubes, and a dark stout pint.

"Jesus dear, it's like you know me." Andrew chuckled as he slid the young girl a twenty.

And then his phone went off.

Guys, we have a client. He's rich and impatient, so I'd get your asses here ASAP.

"Oh for lord jesus fuckin sake. I gotta get on the horse dear, have a good night." He said as he downed the shots, and took a sizable gulp of the stout.

"When are you guys going to get Guinness on tap, mother mary's cunt this stuff's dirty." As he slipped out of the door, and headed four doors down.

He walked in, bringing in an air of "I need a drink"

The bartender immediately started pouring a pint of Guinness, and two shots of Bellanders Irish Whiskey.

He took them both and sat at the bar, pulled his phone out, and texted Nathan.

"I'm here, you guys handle the whole customer shit. I'll be drinking."

He sent it away.

"So how'd the fight go?" The bartender asked as Andrew poured the shots in his beer and slammed it down.

"Knocked him out in the beginnin' of the third! Kid had some good moves though. Three more wins and their putting me up on a title shot, or so they say. Can't trust friggin suit dummies." Andrew said, right as a rich looking man, in a nice suit sat down next to him.

The man looked, and laughed. "You really can't trust us, Mr. McGinty."

Andrew looked, and laughed, before slipping into the back with the rest of the team.

Ignoring whatever conversations were going on prior to his arrival, he strode over to their client, shook his hand, and introduced himself, before sitting down at the far end of the room, next to Cenn


"Hi." He whispered in a joking tone of voice, chuckling slightly.

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“Wrong answer.” The feel of cracking bone was unmistakable under Bree’s fist, and the dirty scab she’d been putting the squeeze on grabbed his middle, howling in pain. Bree had him up by the collar in a flash, shoving his bloodied face into the chain link fence. “I’m getting real tired of asking the same question twice Benny, I get bored easily. If I have to ask a third time, I’m going to think up a very creative way to break your leg.” Bree hissed up at the drug peddling piece of shit she was in the process of beating snitch.

“Y-you crazy bitch! I don’t know who called in the hit alright. I’m a grunt, I run their dope, that’s it! I don’t know shit!” He pleaded, pulling at her hand.

“Who do you answer to? Your supplier? Who’s in charge of the money?!” Bree continued, slamming him back against the fence, ensuring his head hit the pole.

“I rat on him, I’ll end up as chunks in the river. You can’t make me talk!” Benny protested, his hands now holding his ringing head.

“You seem to have misinterpreted your situation here Benny.” Bree countered with a humorless smile. The sleek .45 she pulled out of her duffle bag already had the silencer attached, though in this neighborhood, no one would bat an eye over the sound of gun fire. Benny’s eyes visibly twitched at the sight, but he kept his mouth shut. The message was clear, he’d do much worse.

“Wrong answer Benny.” Bree intoned cryptically. Dropping the gun to the back of Benny’s kneecap, she pulled the trigger.

“AHHHH GOD YOU BITCH! MOTHER FUC-AHHH!” Bree dropped him screaming to the ground, swiftly grinding her heel into the bloody mess.

“Give me a name Benny, or the next one goes in your lap.” Bree warned, a gleam in her eyes that not only promised to follow through, but looked forward to it.

“O’Hara! Joe O’Hara, he runs the scene on the east side, walks around like a big shot cuz his cousin dates one of Gallagher’s lieutenants! He’d know more than me!” Benny caved, clutching at his knee.

“Better.” Bree replied simply, kicking him across the face. Benny was out like a light, and Bree left him lying there while she fished out a sharpie and a pair of scissors from her bag. Cutting away the choppy bangs to expose his forehead, Bree wrote ‘I ❤ kiddie porn’ in bold black lettering. There were half a dozen dealers she could have gone after in this neighborhood to get the same information, she’d chosen Benny the pedophile for a reason.

Bree had finished packing up and was heading out of the alley when Benny started coming to with a groan. “I catch word you’re dealing to 5th graders again, or go near Julie Hoffa, I’ll cut off all your parts that anatomically qualify you to be a man. We clear?” Bree took the whimpering as a yes before heading on her way toward the bar. Bree had gotten Nathan’s text before she’d cornered Benny, but Nathan hardly needed her there for consolations. If you needed someone to wail on the bad guy, or intimidate someone into paying their invoice, Bree was the go to girl, but dealing with people in a civilized matter wasn’t her strong suit.

Bree made sure to wipe her feet before walking through the bar, as blood stains could be conspicuous, and hardly inspired good will with the person pouring her drinks. Bree waved at the bartender before heading into the back room, which was already starting to get crowded. Paling around wasn’t her strong suit either, and mostly ignoring the flirting, pleasantries, and richly over polished client, Bree turned to Nathan. “What’s the target, and do I get hazard pay?”

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Sitting in the back of his van, Lucas surveyed his supplies. The van looked rather normal on the outside, but the interior was decked out with several shelves, and a small worktable complete with a soldering iron and a few other handy tools. He sat, hunched over the desk, putting the cover back on a small, sleek, black box he had been slaving over the last few days. The box itself wasn't anything too special, but it was able to almost perfectly guise itself as a cell tower, allowing Lucas to connect to nearly nearby phone, with them being none the wiser.

At least, that's what it was supposed to do. Right now, all it did was sit around in his van and look useless. It couldn't mimic a paperweight, and the damned thing seemed to have lost all functionality. He owed the recent 'malfunction' to Jae's joyride last night. She had demanded he come along for a simple little job, and worse yet, she drive. She certainly was in driving the car, but it wasn't traditional driving as any normal person would dare do. Jae had seemed content on slipping through every little nook, cranny, and back alley, nearly getting them stuck in several places.

Thankfully the van survived the collisions fairly well, but the equipment inside, was a different story. His own personal laptop had made it own unscathed, so did his exclusive CD collection, but nearly anything else, was either damaged or completely broken. Hacking wasn't really all that hard to him anymore, the problem was keeping his tech together. And with friends like Jae...

Lucas pushed the box away, picked up his phone, and turned off the overhead light. Checking that everything was secured in place, (he didn't feel like risking any more damages), he stepped out into the street. Checking both ways for anything suspicious, not even really sure what he was looking for, he walked back into the apartment building.

Just as he reached the reached the the door to their apartment, his phone hummed in his pocket. Walking inside, he whipped out his phone. A message from Nathan on the group chat. Fantastic. A message from Nathan meant a client, an important one. And clients that required the whole team, tended to pay rather, favorably. Lucas smiled lightly as he opened the message.

"To: Black Cat Group Chat
Guys, we have a client. He's rich and impatient, so I'd get your asses here ASAP.
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"Jae!"

The words were out before he even looked up from the phone. "Jae? I hope you're home, we've got work!"

A quick search of the apartment however, revealed that she wasn't home. Not only that, but Lucas stumbled across her phone lying on her unkempt bed. Groaning in impatience, he was about to leave without her when the smell of pine wafted into the room. It was such an odd, yet strong fragrance, he was compelled to draw upon it further. Now that he had stopped moving, he swore he could hear the jingling of bells too. Ascending from somewhere beyond the front door.

Unable to stand the mystery any further, he opened the door, coming face to face with Jae Maltrai, and a Christmas Tree. Lucas' mind broke for a moment. "What the hell!? Jae?"

"Yeah, who were you expecting?"

"Why in the nine circles of hell do you have a Christmas tree?"

"Uh... magic?" She offered a weak smile.

Asking several more concerned questions about the fully decorated Christmas tree she had in tow, Lucas watched her pull it inside, into the center of the living room. She refused to divulge any information, and soon refused to respond at all to further questioning.

"Whatever!" Lucas held up his hands. "I don't wanna know."

"That's fantastic, cuz' I'm not telling."

"Look, we have a client-"

Jae shushed him. She was walking between drawers and cabinets, pulling things out, and heading to her room, only to return to repeat the process. "I'm busy."

At this point, Lucas was getting just a little tired with Jae's antics. Sure, they didn't live the furthest away from the bar, but they certainly lived far enough away that it would still take a long enough. Especially if the client was already waiting for them. Giving up, Lucas dropped her phone on the couch, grabbed his laptop, and said goodbye.

He took the van, hoping that whatever it was that needed done wouldn't require all of his skills. Luckily, he still had his laptop and phone, so he wasn't completely out of any tricks. Security systems would bend to his will, and all he needed to do was touch a few buttons. Because he didn't drive like Jae, he felt late, even though he had made it to the bar relatively fast, thanks to the minor road traffic. As he stepped through the bar door, he zipped up his jacket, waving at the bartender with his phone in hand. The bartender waved back, giving a silent, almost unseen gesture towards their spot in the back. A private understanding that the room was clear. He walked straight towards the room, opening the door, and stepping in with little more than a mild nod at the rest of the team gathered already.

As he walked past the man in the horribly rich suit that just seemed to bleed money, he pressed a button on his phone, instantly seizing as much information as his few key systems could. The information was rather dull, but the one thing that definitively stood out to him was his yearly income. The man made well over 500,000 and had enough of a gross income and capital to likely buy the bar. Whatever it was he wanted, it was serious business.

Falling into a chair at the corner of the room, Lucas discreetly texted the rest of the group the info he'd grabbed, making sure to highlight the financial section. Looking up at the rest of them, he prepared himself to tell the group that Jae wasn't coming, when she slipped through the door last minute, flashing him a smile. Lucas shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Something was up, and he was starting to wonder what.

Brianne Carter, another member of Black Cat, turned towards Nathan, asking quite flatly, “What’s the target, and do I get hazard pay?”

Jae giggled, "Isn't working with me enough of a 'Hazard' for you B.?" Jae laughed at her lame pun for a moment more, before settling down into her own chair next to Lucas.

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[ C O D E N A M E ]
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Everything seemed heightened today. The squeaks of tires each time they pulled hit the yellow light just too late to make it through. The people gossiping about their friends, colleagues, and coworkers amongst each other like typical school girls from a poorly written chick flick. Or the knocking of rocks with each step taken by a pair of black vans owned by the most silent man in all of Wildwood... Yes, everything felt much louder than usual for the mute Derek Snow. Things seeming loud was a normal occurrence for the observant hero but today just seemed a bit off as he searched for his destination choosing to walk over take his bike this time. Derek preferred walking or when one particular blonde decided to drive him to his missions for his team of vigilantes despite having a stunning KTM Super Duke at his disposal. As if being a mute wasn't odd enough.

Though Derek still continued on with his destination as he did everyday he got off from his part time job. Being that he was nineteen, it would be odd of him not to have a job while owning an apartment without a family to help pay for it along with not attending school. Derek often found it easy to be over looked but one could never be too careful when dealing with the secret identity that was Echo and the Black Cat. To help keep his secret identity an obvious secret, Derek was able to land a job as basically the equivalent of a janitor. All Derek had to do at this job was come into the local club anytime during the day before it opened and clean up from the night before. It was simple, paid the bills, and the flexible hours were rather helpful.

Like today, Derek had left the apartment building at the crack of dawn to go free running for a while and using the city as his own personal gym the way he did every morning. Afterwards he went to his job and got it done quickly. Now he was on his way to pay their newest member a visit like he did on most days. Derek pushed through the doors once he finally reached his destination and listened to the bell chime to announce his arrival. The diner felt crowded for him as he searched for a seat until he found one near where the newest member, Kit, would be serving. He waited for his usual dinner to be served with a smile on his face when he heard his phone begin to buzz from his pocket. Derek pulled it out reading a text from their leader: Guys, we have a client. He's rich and impatient, so I'd get your asses here ASAP. Derek smirked as he opened up a new message and began clicking away at his phones touch screen keyboard. He sent a message over to Kit and waited to hear it buzz as well as he met her with a charming smile. Looks like I'll be needing a ride.



Once Derek had arrived, he slipped into the bar and through the groups of people like a shadow. He movements were as quiet as his voice as he slipped into the room in the back. He said nothing to the man sitting in front of them and actually managed to startle him a bit since no one noticed him enter like usual. All Derek did was give a nod towards his teammates and wait to hear what their mission was.

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The theater lobby was practically abandoned since it was mid day and people usually liked coming here during the late evening to hang out so Audrey was just chilling in a chair behind the snacks counter. The chair leaned back on one leg as she threw up skittles into the air and caught them with her mouth, seemingly bored. Her eyes finally shifted to the clock after hours of trying not to bore herself when a smirk pulled at the left corner of her mouth. "Finally," she said to no one in particular as she hopped up with a new found energy and pulled off her red and black striped work vest that had her name tag on it. Audrey quickly clocked herself out and tossed her work vest with name tag into her locker in the employee's only little hang out room and exchanged it for her helmet, keys and jacket.

Audrey's stomach seemed to growl loudly as she walked out of that empty theater with only food on her mind as she swiftly pushed her head into her helmet and turned the key in the ignition, the roar of the engine of her second favorite bike flooding the parking lot. It didn't take long for her to pick her destination before her bike took off into the city.




Audrey pushed the door open to the diner that she spent a lot of her time at and held it open for a mother and her son before scouting for a free seat but that's when she spotted Derek and oh what the hell, right? Place was packed anyway and she wouldn't be finding another friend to share a booth with. Making her wave over Audrey raised her hands up but paused for a second as she thought then proceeded with the hand signs. "Yo," she simply said and signed before sitting down on the opposite side of Derek. "Looks like we both have food on our minds, huh?" She continued with a small smile before ordering what she wanted and joined Derek in waiting.

When the food arrived Audrey was chewing on fries as she stalked out Kit and proceeded to give her the tongue on occasions. Audrey was mostly done with her burger when she saw Derek pull out his phone but at the same time her phone also buzzed in her pocket leading her to follow his actions. Upon reading the text Audrey just nasally let out a sigh and sipped the rest of her milkshake as she was getting up ended up in an awkward position with her bending over to reach the straw while fully standing because she was too lazy to pick the glass up. "Alright Derek," she spoke while fixing her helmet hair only to put her helmet back on when she got on her bike. "Riding with me or Kit?" She finished before waving over Kit. "Apron off, Nametag off and any other article of clothing you want off, off but note this is a public area and you may get in trouble." Audrey joked, well the last bit the first two lines she was serious about.

Tucking the money to pay both her and Derek's bill under her empty glass Audrey slipped on her helmet and pointed to the diners doors. "Thata way." She said pulling out her keys and exiting the dinner the only thing being heard from outside was her engine roaring once more as she waited for her two friends to join her.

Following Derek into the bar Audrey greeted the bar tender with her usually two finger salute which was returned with a his own greeting for her that consisted of a secret little silly handshake that she created and two shots of whiskey because most knew that when Audrey arrived Kit wasn't far behind and vice versa. "Bottoms up." She cheered after handing Kit her glass, kicking back the amber liquid and slamming the shot glass on the table. "Time to get our asses in there because I'm pretty sure we're late." Audrey began walking towards the back before adding, "Well, I'm always late." A small chuckle escaped her lips upon entering the back room where everyone was already at. Audrey placed her helmet on the table while looking at the guy. He was too clean for her liking and seemed like a bit of an ass right upfront. "Has he told us what he wants yet Nate?" she asked, fixing up her helmet hair as she stood next to him facing the guy with arms crossed like her tiny self was going to intimidate anyone.

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A hand shot out from under a pile of blankets, when Kit's phone began vibrating on her nightstand. She pulled it to her ear, answering in a sleep filled, groggy voice. "Hello?" Sitting up slowly, her eyes still half shut. Her unoccupied hand rubbing her left eye - glancing around her bedroom in her new apartment, still not completely use to it yet. It was her uncle on the other end, she nodded at his words, "Of course I can cover for her! What's she doin' at work anyway? Learn to control your woman." She teased lightheartedly, giggling when her uncle compared controlling Alice to trying to control a hurricane. "Call Terra and tell her I'll be there in thirty?" Her statement turning into a question near the end, knowing she couldn't promise to be there on time. Earning a loud laugh on the other end, then Chibs saying he'll call Terra and tell her she'd be there in a hour.
Forty minutes and one shower later, Kit was heading out the door, careful to not wake Mel as she slowly shut the door and locked it. Heading down the stairs, spinning her keys on her middle finger as she made a beeline towards her beloved '69 Dodge RT, opening the door - the familiar creak causing a smirk to slide across her face. Halfway to the diner, she cussed over the music. She forgot to leave a note to tell Mel that she was called in for another shift, glancing over to her phone she'd thrown in the passenger seat taking a mental note to text her roommate as soon as she arrived at the diner. But, the mental note was forgotten as she pulled into the parking lot, spying her aunt.
"Alice! Sweetheart, how are you?" She cooed, getting out of the car a bit too quick causing herself to stumble. She recovered quickly, walking towards Alice, ignoring the fact her car door was still open. "Now why are you working anyway? You know the doctor's orders. You're gl-glowing by the way! How's the lil guy anyway?" Amazingly, she barely took a breath between each sentence - so much for a slow talking southerner. Alice laughed, telling Kit about her recent doctor visit and how her little cousin was right on track and should be born within the next two months and Kit told her about how she was almost done with moving. "You go get rest now, ya hear?" Kit teased after ten minutes of catching up with her aunt, walking her to her car before heading back to hers and finally closing the door. Grinning as she pulled the door to the diner open, a small trick she learned that wouldn't make the bell go off. Greeting her coworkers and a few regulars as she made her way to get her apron behind the counter.

The breakfast rush wasn't too bad, having a break before getting slammed with the lunch hour rush. The diner was packed and her voice somehow wasn't horse from yelling all the orders - but the tips were good today, so she wasn't complaining. The crowd was slowly dissipating, most having lazy conversations in their seats after finishing. The bell was ringing less often, she was about to take a small break after refilling the tea pitcher, maybe sneak a few fries but she heard one of the regulars call her name. "What can I do for ya, Mick?" She called back, still turned towards the tea. The bell catching her attention as she glanced back, catching sight of Derek, grinning to herself as he took a seat in her section. She called his normal order back to the cook as she headed over to Mick, refilling his tea and taking a request for what song should be played on the jukebox. "Elvis? You're a man after my own heart, Mick." She teased, patting him on the shoulder as she headed towards the jukebox, spotting Rey holding the door open for Linda and her boy. She popped in a few quarters before shuffling through the songs, finding the one requested, having the kick the machine before it started playing. She rolled her eyes at it, as she looked back over at Mick, motioning to the machine as if it was a present.
She went back to the window where she usually yelled the orders, "Could you fix Rey's order too? Pleease?" Grinning when her coworker said she already put the order in and Kip was already fixing it, "Y'all are my favorites, you know that?" Earning her two laughs as she filled up two glasses for Derek and Rey. The same coworker pointing towards a table asking if Kit could get them, offering to take the drinks. Kit reluctantly agreed, catching Rey sticking her tongue out at her which she countered with a friendly birdie and wink. The table was a bit of a hassle seemingly, the two toddlers making quiet the mess which took up most of Kit's time, she didn't even get to take her friends their food. She was taking her cleaning rag back to its spot behind the counter when she felt her phone vibrate, pulling it from her back pocket and glancing down at it, reading the text from Nate on her lock screen. She placed it on the counter, so she could clock out and tell Terra she had to run. Her phone earning her attention again as it vibrated, Derek's name popping up on her phone, her eyes scanning over the message before they found themselves on Derek. She smiled broadly at him, nodding and holding up her keys.
"Apron off, Nametag off and any other article of clothing you want off, off but note this is a public area and you may get in trouble." Kit laughed loudly, "Aye, aye cap'n!" She said in a mock-serious tone, as she untied her apron, carefully took her nametag off and then jokingly started to slowly take off her plaid before busting out laugh. "Well, let's mosey!" She announced, southern accent full force, spinning her keys on her birdie finger with a smirk.





Following Derek and Audrey, Kit watched as Derek slipped through the bar without anyone noticing him. Greeting the bartender by throwing up her fingers as if they were guns, laughing as she took her spot beside Rey for their quick shot. "Down the hatch." She mumbled, throwing the shot back with a small wince.
"Time to get our asses in there because I'm pretty sure we're late. Well, I'm always late." Kit smirked as she followed Rey, her phone vibrating with the information Lucas had sent out. "Your tardiness has really tarnished your image, Rey." She teased quickly, looking up from her phone with a quiet laugh, following her friend through the door as she slipped her phone back in her back pocket.
Staying near the door once she entered, Kit leaned against the wall, glancing around the room at her fellow Black Cats before her gaze landed on the client. She gave him a polite smile when he caught her looking before she began to study her keys as if she hadn't just been caught staring. He reminded her of the guys her older brothers would invite to their house for their weekly poker matches. She glanced around one more time to see if Jerry had snuck in before she turned her attention back on Nate to hear about the job.

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The angular momentum of an isolated system remains constant in both magnitude and direction. The angular momentum is defined as the product of the moment of inertia I and the angular velocity. The angular momentum is a vector quantity and the vector sum of the angular momenta of the parts of an isolated system is constant...

Daily visit to brother? Check.

Daily visit to Robin? Check, although he'd have to go back later if he wanted his screwdriver back. Eh, that could wait for tomorrow.

Now, it was free time. Jerry flipped the page of the book he was reading, leaning back against his seat. The young man was reading outside, seated on a bench in a park with his black skull backpack at his side and a black jacket resting on his lap. Dressed in nothing more than a simple white shirt with a tribal fire design printed on it in dark wine red, a pair of faded jeans and navy sneakers with thick soles, Jerry seemed like a highschool student relaxing the day away - even if he had graduated and was now in college as a freshman.

It had been hard to pay the bills at first, but the pay from his current job more than made up for it.

...conservation of angular momentum is an absolute symmetry of nature...

Jerry jerked out of his thoughts as his phone vibrated in his pocket. Pulling his phone out, he flicked a thumb through the screen to look at the screen. A message?

To: Black Cat Group Chat
Guys, we have a client. He's rich and impatient, so I'd get your asses here ASAP.


Great, just when he thought he could sit back and study for once. Not that he had a test coming up or anything, but what if he did? Rolling his eyes, Jerry flicked his phonescreen shut and tucked it back into his pocket. Standing with a sigh, he shot a look around him before heading towards the bar. It wasn't too near where he was, but no way was Jerry wasting cash on a cab when he could just walk there on his own two feet.

Well, getting more money isn't that bad anyway... Wonder what the client wants this time?

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He made it to the bar in record time, although he was sure that he was late compared to the others. Well, whatever. Couldn't be helped that he was in a far location, right? Slipping into the bar, Jerry wrinkled his nose at the smell of alcohol (he'd get used to it quick enough, but the initial first breath was always the worst, ugh) and made his way quickly to the back.

Yup, he was late - if late meant being one of the last ones to arrive. Great... It seemed that negotiations had yet to start, though. Meeting Kit's eyes, Jerry gave her a slight nod before silently taking a seat near the edge, shooting a glance at the client as he lowered his bag underneath his seat. Face neutral, he loosely laced his hands together on his lap, sitting up straight like a professional as he waited for Nathan to speak.

He seems rich. Awesome. Now lets see how much he'll let us charge him...

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He watched as everyone came in, offering the usual greetings. Mostly, though, he was watching the guy across from them. As everyone else came in and began to interact with him, his reactions were... interesting. At times, he seemed to be relaxed. However, there was a moment or so of tension through some interactions.

Once everyone was in, he leaned forward a little. "Alright, so, Mister...?" He started, raising an eyebrow. The guy matched his stare. "I don't see how my name is relevant," he replied, causing Nate to grin. "Smart. Alright, so, tell us the details. What you want us to do? Give us a starting amount, and we'll tell you our estimate. It'll depend on exactly what you want," Nate said, leaning back and folding his arms.

"I've just discovered that my... colleague has been using intimidation tactics to swing our buyers in his favour. So, I want him to swing in my favour. I want you to intimidate him. It's relevant to safety, so... hack his phone, jump him in the streets, break into his house. Make him feel as unsafe as possible. Price-wise, I'm willing to give three thousand. Each. For everyone involved in the attack. I don't care if it takes all of you, I want a good job done."

Nate had to make a conscious effort to stop his jaw from dropping. For a seemingly simple job, one with little obvious risk, that was a good, if not excellent, wage. He took a sip from his drink.

"What's the catch?" He asked. "Does he walk around with bodyguards or something?"
"Nope. He walks alone, in some of the worst parts of town. It should be easy for you," the man replied. Nate swallowed hard. The thought of jumping somebody who was walking alone was... too close to home. He'd been having more nightmares than usual lately, and even at the thought of it, his heart was starting to pound. Without looking at his phone, he sent a text to the group chat.

To: Black Cat Group Chat
Guys, you're gonna have to count me out of this. Little too familiar for comfort. I'm gonna stay here and keep an eye on things.


"We ask for half now, half when the job is done," he continued. "So, guys, c'mon, call. Who's in?"

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As the others entered the back room, Mel greeted them with her usual greetings for them while with a client. They varied but were more or less a small wave, smile, or nod. For Derek though, her eyes roamed his form making sure there wasn't a scratch on him. She was aware that he could take care of himself, probably more than some of the others depending on the situation, but he was... he just brought out the protective, maternal side to her. All was fine it seemed. Her smile was a little bigger when Ty entered the room. She stuck her tongue out playfully at him, but for the most part her attention stayed on the client.

She stood beside him now and listened as he spoke about his mission. Her expression didn't change but her heart did a flip as he offered a price. It was a bit much, but hell, she didn't think anyone in the room would object to that much. She ran a finger over the client's skin, tracing circles and other shapes. She grinned at him every time his eyes fell on her. Her mind through through ways to scare the man and thought of a perfect one. Hopefully it would work in her favor. Unlike Ty and his computer skills all of hers were based on physical things: combat, looks, and voice. Voice could work over phone but wouldn't be nearly as effective as a woman as it would a man.

When Nathan asked for sign ups she spoke up first. "Oh you can definitely count me in, hotstuff." She said more to her client than Nathan, but he knew it was all apart of the act. All apart of Siren.

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The client remained silent while the rest of the team rolled in. Tyler stuck his tongue out at Mel while she teased the man, who had decided that his name wasn't important. Tyler quirked his head. He could understand that. If, and this was a big if, everything went wrong, the guy had plausible deniability. He couldn't exactly complain about wanting to withhold a name given his own situation.

"I've just discovered that my... colleague has been using intimidation tactics to swing our buyers in his favour. So, I want him to swing in my favour. I want you to intimidate him. It's relevant to safety, so... hack his phone, jump him in the streets, break into his house. Make him feel as unsafe as possible. Price-wise, I'm willing to give three thousand. Each. For everyone involved in the attack. I don't care if it takes all of you, I want a good job done."

"Three grand?" Tyler echoed the man's offer. Tyler had the sneaking suspicion that there was something that they weren't being told, but he needed the money, and being a vigilante wasn't a white collar job. Tyler stood up slowly."Hacking and roughing people up happen to be two things I'm good at. I'm happy to take this one. And I'm behind on rent. IT repairs don't pay well, who knew?" Tyler said with a shrug.

Tyler did a quick run through of who would be good to help. If Mel was taking the job, that would be a massive help in distracting the target. She could be trusted to do a good job too. He knew the entire team was good but he still had his preferred cohorts. Getaway maybe? There were enough of them with vehicles that that wouldn't be a problem. "While we can respect your privacy, we will need to know the name of your colleague. We'd hate to hit the wrong guy."

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Cenna sat silently, waiting for the group to fully assemble. Andrew entered in his normal boysterous fashion, then came to sit by her. She smiled at him, and bumped his shoulder with hers in greeting.

"Heard you won your fight, congrats, Cherry pie and a shot of whiskey tonight to celebrate Okay?" Cenna said quietly to Andrew. Audrey caught her attention as she entered and stood by Nate. The eldest of the group members always had a commanding presence, despite her slight stature. She smiled in her direction as a greeting, before turning her attention to the man.

Once everyone was in Nate spoke up, asking the man his business with the group.
"I've just discovered that my... colleague has been using intimidation tactics to swing our buyers in his favour. So, I want him to swing in my favour. I want you to intimidate him. It's relevant to safety, so... hack his phone, jump him in the streets, break into his house. Make him feel as unsafe as possible. Price-wise, I'm willing to give three thousand. Each. For everyone involved in the attack. I don't care if it takes all of you, I want a good job done." He said. The monetary offer didn't make Cenna bat a lash. She didn't care about money, she cared about justice.

Cenna watched the man carefully taking in every aspect of the client, from the way he held himself to the way he spoke. It rubbed her the wrong way that he did not want to give his name, and it made her distrust for him grow.

"What's the catch? Does he walk around with bodyguards or something?" Nate asked practically plucking the thought from her mind.

"Nope. He walks alone, in some of the worst parts of town. It should be easy for you," was the clients mind.

Cenna's phone vibrated. She took her phone out and read the text.

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Guys, you're gonna have to count me out of this. Little too familiar for comfort. I'm gonna stay here and keep an eye on things.


Cenna frowned, slightly concerned for Nate. it wasn't like him to back down, but she knew if he needed to talk he would reach out...at least she hoped he would.

"We ask for half now, half when the job is done...So, guys, c'mon, call. Who's in?" Nate asked the group.

"I want to make one thing clear." Cenna said as she stood and faced the man.

"I don't like you, and I don't trust you...at this point, that doesn't really matter, however, if this is not legit, I will skin you alive...and trust me when i say i dont need your name to find you, and i know how to keep you alive long enough to get to the fun bits." Cenna finished with a kind smile that was at odds with her threat. Cenna stretched and pulled her hair out of her face before turning to face Nate.

"So, in other words I'm in....however I do have to get to work, like twenty minutes ago...so just send me a text with the details." Cenna said as she started for the door. No time to waste sitting around. She was lucky in the sense that the bar was not far from her Vet clinic. She headed down the street towards her work.

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"Isn't working with me enough of a 'Hazard' for you B.?" Jae had a fun sense of humor that way, but for the most part, Bree didn’t mind.

“Guess I’ve just had to elevate my standards for the word since meeting you Jae. Fighting my way out of burning buildings just doesn’t have the same thrill of imminent death anymore.” Bree shot back sarcastically with a smirk. Some of Jae’s eccentricities had a tendency to put people on edge, but Bree would put her on the short list of people to work with on a job in a heartbeat. No one lived through the crap she had without being tough and resourceful, and those were traits Bree always appreciated.

As the rest of the team began filing in, Bree settled herself in a corner, back flanked, and the room easily observed. It was more habit than anything else, developed after years or stronger unwanted hands grabbing her from behind. Bree had never even noticed the unconscious maneuvering until Danny pointed it out. She even used to sleep that way, sometimes she still did. These days, no one got to touch her unless Bree demanded it, but the old habit also had the added bonus of great positioning for observation. Their client for instance was undoubtedly rich, Nathan had called that correctly, but something about the way he carried himself read shady to Bree’s mind, even if she couldn’t quite place why.

As Nathan got the meeting underway, Bree listened intently to see if this was even her kind of job. Corporate espionage seemed more up this guy’s alley, and she was hardly the computer techie of the group. Instead, he surprised her with the word “intimidation”, and her eyes visibly narrowed as he pledged three grand a person. While this job was tailor fitted to her strengths, this guy could hire any thug off the street for this job, and offer a tenth of the price. Hell, with the kind of money he was willing to throw at them, he could just hire someone to kill the guy. What was he coming to Black Cat for?

Thankfully, Bree wasn’t the only one to think this guy raised some red flags, but no one had asked the question yet that had been sticking in her craw. Between the money, and the fact whoever this guy was they were supposed to put the beat on hung around in the shadier parts of town, Bree had a hunch these guys didn’t sell insurance. Bree waited for Cenna to finish her threat before interjecting her own two cents.

“That’s not a bluff just so you know. She’s a smart cookie that one, knows all the places to cut into a person to just keep them on the edge of that pain threshold right before they pass out. Fun to watch.” Bree complimented, pushing off the wall with a predatory smile.

“Now me, I never made it out of freshman biology, so I’m all about the guesswork y’know, finding those new and exciting ways to get people to scream. Gotta keep it fresh. Mostly I just beat people bloody ‘til they tell me what I wanna know. It really just depends on them, and how long they want to play hard to get.” She continued with a shrug, circling the client with sharp appraising eyes.

“So don’t get me wrong here, three grand to beat up a guy who has it coming is definitely a job I’m in for, but what I want to know Mr. anonymous, is what exactly you boys are selling.”

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As soon as the talking in the room fell to a lull of silence, Jae immediately responded with an almost cheerful"I'm in!" before pulling out a stick of cinnamon gum and devouring a piece.

Of course. Lucas thought. Why should she think to hesitate? She's probably imagining bright, flammable new ways to burn down an apartment. Then he pursed his lips. Someone's gonna have to keep an eye on her... Then, checking his phone, Especially if our 'fearless' leader is out.

"Guess I'm in too. And, I know you don't need another warning. . . Three is already pushing the limit, but with a skillset like mine, I could drain all of your accounts, ruin your commutes, and turn every piece of hardware with your name into nothing more than a paperweight. And that's if I'm feeling kind."

"Oh, and one more thing,"
Lucas sat forwards, staring at their client while gesturing at Jae. "They don't call her Firebrand' for nothing. I'd watch for burn marks."

"Oooh, that's right." Jae looked up with a fire in her eyes, that seemed to make her look all too happy. "If you can't handle the heat..." She let her half-hearted threat drop.

The prospect of money and fire, especially if she was getting paid to light said fires, had put her in a good mood, and Jae had always been terrible at hiding her emotions. If she was happy, she glowed, and in the Black Cat meeting room, she fit right in. Sure, she had a stern expression on, but her eyes danced with the possibilities, until the very possibility that it might actually be too good to be true finally, and painfully hit her.

Her eyes shifted, and she was no longer glowing, but burning her eyes through the man's head. Though Lucas likely knew that the man was legitimate. People like him, lot's of money, a single problem, and almost like an involuntary reflex, they toss as much money at the problem as they can, grabbing the best tools at their disposal.

Luckily tonight those tools were the assembled team of Black Cat.

But, the man's presence did indeed force Lucas to continue to wonder about a problem he'd been mulling over for a while. If Black Cat's name had reached all the way to the highest districts and social circles that bore the likes of this man, how long until the police began to catch wind, and one of the few, duty-bound cops place a target on their backs? Once spotted, the police will see a huge chance for publicity, and even others will see a new source for bribes and power-plays. In short, the kitten would be hunted, and staked in front of Town Square, 'proving' that the authority of the system was enough to quell most issues, and a petty theft or burglary would be overlooked once again.

Lucas sighed, beginning to type out another message on his phone. "Alright moneybags, I'm in."


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Whomever else want's to work on the tech side of things here, focus on the actual target, I'll play data-collection, oversight, and see whatever dirt we can dig out of Deep Pockets over here.

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Pale baby blue's stared at the man in front of her with the same unamused expression she had when she first came in and laid eyes on him. Arms stood firmly crossed as Audrey raised her head slightly in order to better examine him but still not matter at the angle she looked at him this guy rubbed her the wrong way. Audrey listened to him, unimpressed surely but curious all the same. Who the hell was this guy. When her phone vibrated it startled her but when she read the text she threw a small glance towards Nate before nodding slightly and pocketing her phone once more. That's when her fellow Black Cat members began asking questions and threatening the guy all in their own way. Audrey couldn't help but to smirk, the left corner of her mouth slightly curling up when Cenna smacked down her own threat. Beautifully terrifying, she thought. "What she said." Audrey pointed, addressing the man before turning on her heels and following Cenna out, trying to catch up to her. Audrey didn't leave without flipping the guy off though giving him a nice rear view of her right middle finger and giving Kit a slight pat on the shoulder while passing her. "I'll catch up to you later," Audrey smiled.

Once out of the bar Audrey looked up the street, towards where Cenna worked and without a doubt she spotted her in the distance. Nothing a little jog wouldn't fix. Approaching her Audrey fixed her hair again, small fingers running through inky black hair. "At least let me walk you the rest of the way, speedy." She grinned letting her hands now rest in her jacket pocket. "Oh yeah," Audrey slightly turned her head to look at Cenna and smile one of her childish smiles that she rarely showed to most, only a handful of people. "Thanks for the breakfast his morning, it was pretty good," she faced forward again, kicking a rock on the sidewalk as she went. "as always," she added, smiling slightly down at the rock.

Once they arrived at their destination Audrey took her hands out of her pocket and looked up at the sign. She had only seen the place up close like this a couple of times so she was admiring the outside even if it wasn't all that. A sudden realization hit her even if it was kind of stupid. "There are animals inside, right?" She asked almost excitedly. Audrey caught herself though and cheeks went red before along with her mouth shutting as she turned to look at the building once more.

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3000 dollars?! 3000 dollars! Each! For a freaking easy job! Jerry's eyes widened a fraction, although his expression still remained neutral. Inside his mind, tiny dollar bills were fluttering in front of his eyes around the rich man. No way am I refusing this job.

Just because he was taking it didn't mean he wasn't suspicious about it, though. People normally didn't pay that much for a harassment job, sad as it was. Frowning slightly, Jerry ran things through his head, ignoring the phone vibrating in his pocket.

Job: Make someone feel unsafe everywhere we go.

Who: Partner of the client.

How: Any method we can, so long as its not traced back to us or the client and does a good job harassing him or her.

Why: Colleague used intimidation on customers to get them on his side. Client found out, now he wants him to swing to Client's favor. Might have more than meet the eye....

How much: 3000 DOLLARS. EACH.


Yup, seemed about right. "I'm in." Jerry said. His tone was light and carefully measured, as if it weren't much of a matter to him, but his heart was still pounding at the thought of the money. He leant back against his seat, carefully playing it cool as he studied the man, memorising his features, taking note of his clothes and storing it at the back of his mind for later recollection in case they needed to track him down.

"While we can respect your privacy, we will need to know the name of your colleague. We'd hate to hit the wrong guy."

Jerry nodded, agreeing with Tyler. "Any additional habits you know about him would be welcome." He added. "It'd save us some time, at any rate." It'd also help confirm a few things, such as whether the man was close to the target or knew plain nothing. "And as our leader says, half upfront, half after. How soon can you pay us, and in what way?" Jerry asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly at the man.

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Kit relaxed a little once Jerry arrived, but she didn’t stay relaxed long. Her eyes took the client in again, there was nothing that set off a red flag in her books. He seemed normal, but his pockets were clearly larger than most. seemingly from the sum Lucas had sent. Her gut was telling her to be polite and introduce herself, but she bit her tongue as Nate started to speak. Her eyebrows raised when the client said names weren’t relevant, her eyes on Nate, before they shifted back to Mister-Names-Aren’t-Relevant as he began to tell what he wanted from them. Kit’s eyes widening, not hiding her surprise at all. How can this man want to strike such fear in someone he refers to as a colleague? She’d been around in business deals between her father, brothers, and their colleagues…they were nothing like this, it was simple. There was an agreement, a sum of money put on the table and then a deal. Simple. But, this? This wasn’t simple. There had to be a catch…
Her eyebrows shooting up when the man said there was no catch. She absentmindedly shook her head as she tried to process things. Why was his colleague in the worst parts of town? How was he swinging buyers in his favor? Her jaw clenched as she thought about the things this man wanted them to do. Did his colleague have a family? Her mind was racing as she tried to reason as to why this man needed his colleague to be swung in his favor, if they were colleagues wouldn’t they already be in the same favor? Her phone in her back pocket brought her out of her thoughts as she swiftly grabbed it and looked at the text, brows furrowed before she slid the phone back in her pocket, eyes glancing at Nate for a fraction of a second before they were on Derek, giving him a concerned look before turning her attention back on the client.

Melody spoke up first, causing Kit to look in the direction of her roommate. If she was doing it, then Kit had the urge to come along or at least help with the planning. Then Tyler agreed to come along, so Kit was about to speak up and agree but Cenna spoke. Her words causing Kit to wince, not understanding the point in scaring the client if he’s willing to pay out for them to simply scare someone. But, her thoughts were disrupted when she heard her friend speak up.
"What she said.” Kit watched Rey in confusion as she went to follow Cenna, did that mean she was agreeing to the job? But she grinned when she flipped him off, shaking her head slightly as she turned her head towards Rey, giving a nod at her words. Before her attention was back in the room. Then Andrew agreed along with Cenna and Rey, his comment about free drinks catching her attention, before another voice caused her to focus back on the job at hand.
“That’s not a bluff just so you know. She’s a smart cookie that one, knows all the places to cut into a person to just keep them on the edge of that pain threshold right before they pass out. Fun to watch.”
Kit’s jaw clenched at Bree’s words, rolling her eyes before listening to what else she had to say. She had to give it to the girl, she was intimidating. She tilted her head slightly when Bree asked him what him and his client were selling…that was a good question, what was so precious about swinging buyers and his colleague in his favor?
Mei then agreed to help, so that was seven, Rey could ride her bike..she thought. They could fit in her car, but it’d be squished…Then Jae and Luke agreed as well. That made nine, Kit was thinking of some way to pack them all into her car, but it was proving difficult as her phone buzzed and then Jerry spoke up. Kit looked almost helpless for a second, she should have known Jerry would agree with the money being offered. Maybe it would be best if she sat this one out as well, these people knew how to handle themselves more than she did. Then again, she needed the experience. Plus, it’d mean she’d make sure no one would take it too far, knowing that would cause a bit of tension between her and whoever she was stopping but she was willing to take the risk.

“I can make him uncomfortable on the road, maybe mess with his car a little as well.” She offered, adding a shrug along with her twang, knowing that three thousand could go to unpaid hospital bills as well as the one coming up once Alice gives birth. Then she decided to send a text to the group as well, pulling her phone out and looking over Luke and Cenna's messages She had no knowledge in the tech side of things so she couldn’t help there, but getting intel tonight would be interesting even if it meant she was forced to wait in the car.

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