Cloud Headquarters

#1 stayed silent for a noticeable amount of time, she didn't feel like talking. Something was up if everyone was piling up in here, but she wondered where a couple of the assassins were since they weren't here. Maybe they just didn't know where the others were. It didn't matter, they were probably moving from this spot to another.

The mirror behind the bar flickered twice, before comming alive, like a television screen. A silluoete of a man became visible. The Boss was paging them.

A gruff male vioce spoke to them.

"We have a problem. I see most of you are here. Good. I need all twelve Assasians on this mission." He coughed before continuing.

"Assasian #13, the Black Mamba, has deserted and dissapeared. The Cloud base in New York city was demolished in a blast. I believe that #13 is behind it. Your mission. Find her, bring her back at all costs. If she resists, execute her. That is all."

Without further announcement, the mirror became a mirror again. That was the way the Boss worked. Short, sweet, to the piont.

#5 lit a cigarette in the dark room as he heard the boss talk. The message played on the television upstairs. He smiled to himself and sheathed his sword. "I guess it was only a matter of time before someone lost it." Standing up and stretching out, he walked over to the door and opened, it pausing on the stairs. I wonder if she was responsible for all of us being gone from New York? Mamba was always good. Setting something up like that is capable for someone of her level. It's not as though #5 wasn't shocked that #13 turned, he just wasn't shocked that someone finally did. Walking down the stairs and looking at the others who seemed to all be getting a grasp on the situation, he pointed the blunt end of the sheath at #8. "When this is over, your buying me a new door." Resting the sword against the table and leaning back in the chair, he took a quick puff and looked towards the ceiling. Someone in here had to help her. She's good, but even I can't think of a way for any of us to pull that off alone. An operative maybe? It could be someone in this room. Shaking his head as he came back to his senses, he placed the cigarette in the ashtray and sighed. "So... who wants to kill the snake?"

#9 made himself a few shots of vodka and whiskey as The Boss gave the message. Somehow it didn't surprise him that the Black Mamba had turned on them. He downed his three shots of vodka and whiskey and looked around. I know we're the best of the best, but none of us could pull that off alone. He sat down by #5 as he spoke, the case containing his blade resting on his lap. "Let's cut off her head." He opened his case and checked the the edge of his blade. It was dull and it need some polishing. He frowned. "Hey #5. Mind if I borrow a whetstone and some sword polish?"

"I ain't buyin you nothin', Bushido." Jackyl grinned. "Funny how much damage a mere hologram can do, eh? 'Course, if I'd really been here and ripped the door off, you know full well that I'd have taken the whole wall with me too. Don't tell me none of you noticed how much strength was lacking in that?"

#8's image flickered, revealing that he was indeed, just a hologram. The picture widened, showing #13 as well. Wherever the two of them were could not be discerned.

"Enough Jackyl. Well, seeing as all of you are here...save for #2 and #11, I'll get to the piont, shall I?" #13 veiwed her fellow Assasians. "I'm sick of being treated like a bloodhund. Nothing but killing, relocating, getting a new identity, not knowing who I really am. So guess what? I quit. So does Jackyl. We both blew up the base. Cloud always said that they wanted to 'rise higher than anyone.'. Well, they sure as hell did. And now, they're going to fall, hard and fast. I'm gonna enjoy every minuet of it, too." She stopped for a second, taking a drawl on her ciggarete before continuing. "I extend to each of you as my fellow Assasians a proposal. Join me, and together we can create a new life in this world, where we don't have to do anything that we don't want to. We won't have to kill anymore. If you choose to, all of you know how to contact me. All you have to do is call. Those who remain loyal to Cloud, may God have mercy on your poor, lost soul. Inevitably, you will die. With that being said, I do believe I have somewhere to be. Cheerio!"

The image flickered and fuzed out completely, leaving nothing behind but a small hologram projector.

#1 grinned malevolently, "The only way to really kill a snake is to bash its head in repeatedly until brain matter starts leaking out, I've done that before on real snakes so I'll be more than willing to do it. That is, if she resists. Capture will be a lot easier. Just knock 'er out and bring her in, maybe in binds if necessary." She took off her lab coat, since the gin had dried on it. She didn't look that bad for a middle-aged woman.

#12 sighed after the screen flickered off. "This is just great..." she mumbled. "It wont be that easily to catch her or kill her." #12 muttered as everyone started talking about how to kill #13. She looked up and blinked as a hologram of #13 and #8. "This... ought to be interesting. I really didnt want to dirty my hands with blood again." she said with a sigh.

"If you want to catch her, you have to bring her in with bait. Get a mouse, and the snake will come." Standing up and walking out the door, she said, "And if you want to win, you'll have to be faster than me." With a normal walking pace she walked back to her house the long way. That's sick, bashing a snakes brain until it comes out. Though what to you expect from #1?

#4 took another long hit from her joint and then gently put it out, tucking back away from later. She tapped her fingers on the surface of the bar in thought. #13 had a lot of guts to go against Cloud but that made her no less foolish. If the price she paid for her life of partying and fun was simply murdering others and pretending to be people that she truly was not, Then it seemed a small price to pay. She enjoyed her life to an extent that most simple people could not. The only thing she remembered before this life, is a name. Perhaps it was hers, but she had no memory.

With a deep breath and a small giggle, she leaned over the counter and plucked up the bag of drugs, dangling it from her finger. "You never did tell me what you needed these for." She said, looking at #5. It was the first thing she'd said the whole time and it figured that she didn't state an opinion on #13's betrayal. Her curiosity was as beaming as ever.

"while im sure you enjoy bashing brains in, i think im just going to shoot them and call it good." He spun his gun cowboy style and smoothly holstered it before standing and stretching. "you know i always figured jackal was bat shit crazy but mamba? wouldnt have called it."

"We all knew Jackyl was insane...." #6 stated before drifting back to her own thoughts. #12 is right catching Black Mamba is not going to be easy she thought. "What could we even use as bait?" #6 pondered.

#5 looked at #4, putting the cigarette in the ashtray. "To trick the people coming in here into thinking they're getting something more than plain beer." Standing up and walking over to the projector. he picked it up and tossed it up in the air. "I know the others left already, but don't get ahead of yourselves. We may know her, but she knows us too. That being said, I'm gonna see if I can find anything on this. Maybe the transmission location is still on it. Propping up the door and making it appear as though it was okay, #5 went towards the back to use the alley exit. "...Be careful. Chances are she already knows who she'll never be able to turn. Giving a small wave he was about to tell them to lock up when they leave, but with a broken door it really didn't matter. Exiting the bar into the dark alley, he removed a large sheet on top of a dark blue motorcycle. "Normal life, huh?" Putting on the black jacket on the seat and pushing his hair out of his face with the sunglasses in the jacket pocket, resting them on his head, he hopped on the bike and fired up the engine. "What a load of shit." Revving the engine he pulled out the alley. He had decided to head to the Cloud Base near there to see if the transmission was traceable. The London branch wasn't exactly known for its tech skills, but #5 could at least make an attempt.

"Okay, I am going to head towards the base, They should have everything ready for me by now." #6 slipped off the bar stool and walked out into the dark streets.

#12 stood there, not too excited about having to bring them back or kill them. "They didnt have to blow up the base.." she said to herself with a sigh. #12 jumped over the bar and slowly headed outside. Was this the right thing to do? Well sure they shouldnt have blown up the base, but what they said made sense. Getting ordered around everytime. Even she got tired of it sometimes.

"Betcha we can get #12 on our side. Maybe even #5...though he could be a tough cookie. Wouldn't even try on #12 or 10...or #1...you think we could get #6?" Jackyl rammbled a bit while 13 sat in thought.

((OOC: Okay guys, I'm not gonna be able to post again until after July 21st, but feel free to keep the RP going.))

Walking out the empty hole where the door used to be, #3 turned around and said, "Well, no matter what, I'm gonna get them first." She kept walking, taking the long way to her apartment. Well, I always knew #13 would defect, and #8, well everyone knew something was wrong with him.

#10 on her way to the bar, noticed everyone leaving, Sticking her head in her door, "What did I miss?"

She looked at the door, "was there a break in?"