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Alexandru Veronesi

"Devour the monsters and you can call any place home."

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a character in “Nine Lives”, as played by Lithaldoren

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‹ it's too cold outside for angels to fly. ›

{Tʜᴇ A Tᴇᴀᴍ | Eᴅ Sʜᴇᴇʀᴀɴ}

Nᴀᴍᴇ:
Aʟᴇхᴀɴᴅʀᴜ Vᴇʀᴏɴᴇsɪ

Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇs:
Xᴀɴᴅʀᴜ [ ᴇɴᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇs ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ✓✓✓ ]
Sᴘʜɪɴx [ ᴄᴏᴅᴇɴᴀᴍᴇ ✓ ]
Xᴀɴ [ ʀᴀʀᴇʟʏ ᴜsᴇᴅ ✓✕ ]

Aɢᴇ:
21 ʏ/ᴏ

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
Mᴀʟᴇ

Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Pᴀɴsᴇxᴜᴀʟ //﹠; Dᴇᴍɪʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ

Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ:
₅₀% Iᴛᴀʟɪᴀɴ //﹠; ₂₅% Bʀᴀᴢɪʟɪᴀɴ //﹠; ₂₅% Uɴᴋɴᴏᴡɴ




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‹ but they’re just afraid of something they can’t understand. ›

{ Iᴛ Wɪʟʟ Rᴀɪɴ | Bʀᴜɴᴏ Mᴀʀs}

Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:
Xandru has night-dark locks that curl haphazardly atop his head, likened to the gleaming feathers of crows, the longest strands just barely brushing against the nape of his neck. Many of the dark raven-bleached strands brush over his forehead, falling over gunmetal eyes. Brilliant dark grey-almost-silver irises that are laced with shades of glacial blues are set in a arrogantly charming stare, the surrounding visage carved finely with roguish smirks.

Supple lips are almost always curved into a grin, laced with trickery and promises, the carefree emotion seemingly affixed as a permanent ornament to the finely carved mouth. The tattoo of a dark phoenix chasing after the tail of an arctic dragon in a never ending circle of yin-yang is etched upon the light olive skin of Xandru, contrasting against the smoothly tanned texture of his epidermis.

Charcoal hues are slanted, framed by sooty lashes that are set underneath darkly sculpted brows arched in a hint of perpetual amusement.

Xandru is rather tall, topping at a languid six feet two. Because of his intense interest in parkour and Muay Thai, his build is lean but toned.

His usual style is a rather casual version of formal wear; on his dress shirts, the first two buttons are unbuttoned and sleeves are rolled up, exposing toned biceps. Other styles consist of dark long sleeved tops, sleeves pushed up and exposing his forearms.

Scarѕ:
→ From the edge of a knife, curling around his hip.
→ From burns, crossing in an x on his back.

Tattoos and Piercings:
→ A night-black phoenix chasing an arctic-white dragon in the sign of yin-yang rests upon the base of his neck.
→ Three piercings; two on the right ear [one is an earcuff], and one on the left.




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‹ if I told you what I was, would you turn your back on me? ›

{ Mᴏɴsᴛᴇʀ | Iᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇ Dʀᴀɢᴏɴs}

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Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Xandru is the kind of person who'd run towards you, whooping with a careless abandon and turn around, plunging the blade of a knife into the gut of someone who was trying to sneak up to you, all with a wild grin painted across his face. He is capricious and prone to boredom, yet incredibly motivated once he puts his mind to something. He's a tactical genius, yet he'd rather go into a situation without any type of plan.

Xandru rarely feels any extreme emotion, rather, his only emotions are those of wild mischief, contentedness, boredom, and the adrenaline-fueled predator sadism. He lives for the thrill of the hunt and is almost always the first one to volunteer for a job that entails danger.

When something or someone manages to break through his veneer of apathy, Xandru will become very protective of them.

Tᴀʟᴇɴᴛs:
Xandru is somewhat of a tactical genius, though he usually doesn't seem to use this gift. If needed, he's able to plan multiple ways of how a situation would go, and also able to smoothly implement those plans. However, he prefers going into a conflict without any sort of plan, enhancing the adrenaline and sense of danger.

He is skilled in both parkour and Muay Thai. Thus, he prefers using his body or twin daggers rather than guns, though he is proficient in utilizing firearms.

Xandru is able to sooth people when needed, usually in the midst of a conflict. He can also be very persuasive when needed.

He is also rather skilled in lock-picking.

Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs:
Though he might pretend to understand people and their reasons for doing whatever they do, the study of psychology can only go so far. Humans are complex creatures and though he is able to understand a person’s motives, he is not able to understand their reasons for having those motives. Feelings, to him, are an abstract concept; though he knows the different emotions and how to discern them, emotions for him are rather muted. Thus leading to sometimes exaggerating his actions in order to garner laughter and a lighthearted atmosphere from those around him. Put him into a one-on-one conversation, and he wouldn’t know where to begin, other than small talk and humor. Not a lot of sympathy; uses empathy as a tool.

He abhors being tied down. The very notion of being contained brings him revulsion and disgust, even if it is a bond of some sort with another. In fact, though the bonds he creates with other people don't lead him to hatred, the fact that another may be able to use those same bonds against him lends itself to the vicious gleam in corrosive irises. Thus, he is incredibly protective of those he considers as family, almost to the point where he would burn down both himself and the world if it meant saving those he cares for. Refrains from interacting deeply with other people. Can be very reckless. Adrenaline junkie.

He’s very indifferent to many things and is prone to boredom. It's rather hard to get him to be motivated.

Fᴇᴀʀs:
He can be incredibly sadistic and therein lies his biggest fear: letting go of his self-control and hurting someone he cares for in the process. Though he seems to be full of vices, it is merely a front. He has an iron-clad grasp on himself, only weakening whenever he lusts after blood, which happens rather frequently. The thrill when he 'hunts' is unlike any other, and though he would only 'hunt' those whom others bring to his attention, the predator lurks just underneath his careless visage. Many times he would go parkouring around the area to clear his head rather than embarking upon his given excuses of 'going out to drink' or 'partying'. He doesn't want the other members to know that he has this 'dirty little secret', thinking that the others would reject or fear him.





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‹ and all the kids cried out, "please stop, you're scaring me". ›

{ Cᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ | Hᴀʟsᴇʏ}


Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
On her good days, Lucrezia Affini was submerged in fairytales of misery and drunken tears. On those days, she would run slender fingers the skin was peppered with needle marks through Xandru's raven-dark tresses and croon to him with a voice laced with smoke and ashes. Lucrezia Affini would tell him that she had never wanted a son, but Xandru was her precious treasure. On good days, she would tell him stories of heros while he sat, mesmerized by her honey-laden tones as the sky wept tears of burnished copper.

Those days were few and far between.

Lucrezia Affini lived in a fairytale and she was the tragic heroine. She gave Xandru features that even a god would envy, but she also gave Xandru his sadistic tendencies. For, Lucrezia Affini adored her son with the fervor of a drowning man, yet she abhored the very same son with the passion of a woman scorned. Why wouldn't she? Xandru held mocking grey eyes, the eyes of someone she once loved still did love but who betrayed her. Unbeknownst to her, his criminal of a father would visit Xandru, only Xandru, in order to teach the boy the tricks of the trade.

When she did find out, she raged.

Xandru obtained his first scar at the tender age of seven.

He grew older and his mother taught him persuasion and seduction. Xandru knew he was attractive, and he used those looks to his advantage.

Whenever Lucrezia Affini spoke of her golden years, she spit out the word love as if it were a disease, and yet the set of her eyes told the very opposite. Love.

She loves him still, and it kills her slowly. When she looks at Xandru, she can't help but to see him, even though Xandru held more of her looks than he ever did his.

But Xandru did love her, for all of her faults. She was the only one in the world whom he trusted because she made him become that way and when he returned home to her corpse, the world shook with the thunderous hatred that he held towards the police. For though his mother was a whore and a harlot, she was the only one he could call his own. And he knew, knew within his heart of hearts that it was the fault of the law, the fault of society that he lost his mother. He was 14 when death took away his world.

He couldn't help her anymore. Her eyes were glazed with addiction and she was merely the hollow husk of what once was. Her eyes glimmered with the vivid spark of madness and he listened to her speaking rapid-fire Italian to a drug dealer. He still remembered the pause when she said that she had no more money. Her head had turned towards him and something sparked there. Love. As the voice continued on the other end, love was dragged upon desperation and something sickly corroded the emotions that Lucrezia Affini once felt for her only son. "Yes," he remembered her saying, "There is a boy, healthy and handsome." She scrabbled at his wrist, bony fingers clenching as knuckles became white. "Yes, ye-"

Alexandru Veronesi woke up with her blood slipping from his hands.

Love.

Someone caught wind of a figure who was hunting the police. Alexandru had thrown himself into the numbness of revenge and hatred and though he covered it all up with laughter and grins, that person could see that he was slowly drowning above asphalt. He was brought into Black Cat and has never once looked back.

Now, whenever anyone asks him what he did before Black Cat found him, he'd smirk and tap his nose. "I wandered around."

Black Cat became his only raison d'être.




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‹ beware, beware, be skeptical of their smiles, their smiles of plated gold. ›


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Oᴛʜᴇʀ:
He has a habit of tilting his head to the right when responding to queries.

Xandru is almost needlessly dramatic for the sake of humor in many situations, though he does retain being somber in particularly serious circumstances.

Mints. Mints are his one true love; he can be usually found with minty exhales and a small box of Altoids within his pockets.

Only close friends know of this; when he is uncomfortable, he doubles the amount of mints that he consumes and his left thumb rubs gently at the side of the ring adorned upon his index finger. It is subtle enough that people who do not know him well may never find this quirk.

Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ﹕
Mᴀʀʟᴏɴ Tᴇɪxᴇɪʀᴀ

Hᴇxᴄᴏᴅᴇ﹕
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So begins...

Alexandru Veronesi's Story

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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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Headphones on? Check. Shoes laced? Check. Cell phone? Check. Mel ran through her checklist before she left her apartment to for her daily jog. She made sure to lock the door behind her. She hadn't seen Kit in a while which meant she was probably out with Xan and Nathan, but even if she was still home, Mel needed to lock the door. Better safe than sorry.

She focused solely on the pace of her breathing and the beat of her music as it pumped through her headphones and gave her a boost of energy. In, Out, In, Out. Not this tiiime. Out, In, Out, In. Not this tiime.

She was about halfway through her jog when she reached the park. She jogged in place a moment before slowing. She walked to the water fountain, took a couple sips of surprisingly cool water, and splashed her face. She took this opportunity to check the songs on her queue and check her texts. Nothing from Kit, but there was a text from Nathan.

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


She sighed, braced herself, and jogged towards the bar where the Black Cats held their meetings with clients. She was sweaty and probably smelled a little, but she didn't have time to jog back to the apartment to shower and she was going to have time after the meeting so the guy could just suck it up.

She felt she made it to the bar in record time, though the only person probably counting the time was the client, but if wanted the Black Cats, he'd have to wait. She nodded, too winded to say much, at the bartender and made her way to the back room. Nathan was there with the client, but Kit and Xan were nowhere in sight. Guess she was wrong about her roommates whereabouts. Ty wasn't there yet either. Nathan seemed cool a cucumber, but the client was getting edgy. She held her fist out to Nathan for a fistbump as a greeting and looked at the man. He was... attractive... she guessed. He definitely spent money to look that way. She flipped a switch in her brain, turning from Mel to Siren and smiled flirtatiously at him.

"My aren't you handsome. Good to see the man offering our services has good tastes." She greeted him. She took a few strutting steps towards him silently thankful her workout clothes hugged her curves. "While we wait for the others to arrive," She perched on the edge of the table. "Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself." She arched her back to push out her chest and twirled a lock of her dark hair around her finger.

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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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[ C O D E N A M E ]
Echo



[ H E X C O D E ]
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[ O U T F I T ]
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[ S O N G ]
Ain't No Rest For The Wicked




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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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.

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.


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."


To: Black Cat Group Chat
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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_____There are things you plan for and things that you don't. Jacqueline planned for her afternoon to be calm and nice. Perhaps a nice cup of coffee at the cafe around the corner, and them a metting with a new perspective client requesting the services of her ragtag group of coworkers. Espionage was not her strong suit, but she's a far cry better at it than her father attempted to prepare her for. Leon was an assassin, and nothing else. And while no one would quite call Jacqueline the most elegant speaker, someone somewhere contributed a bit of charm to her character.
But, no, the evening would not go this way, instead she found herself in an alleyway, surrounded by two now-dead men slouched against the wall of the closest building. She sported a couple of swollen knuckles and a now dirty knife and she placed her hand on the opposite wall to collect her breathing. Merde. What a mess. But that's the world they lived in now. Where someone could be walking down the street and attacked for whatever they might have. Unfortunately for these two gentlemen, Jacqueline was no easy catch. In hindsight, she could have beaten them and let them live. It was certainly possible. But she would be lying if she said that her career had left her more than jaded and simply eager to get the job done.
She wiped her hand across her face, pulling it back to see a feel drops of blood trickling from her nose. It would heal soon, despite the pain. She stood to her full height and dropped her head back to take a couple more calming breaths. She brought her hand up to her inside jacket pocket and drew out her black, circular glasses, her father's glasses, and placed them on her face to cover the worst of the damage. Brushing the small amount of dirt on her sleeve she bent over and wiped off her knife on the shirt of one of the dead men. Where they were going they wouldn't need clothes.
Her long, black hair hung down her back as she finally made her way to the meeting point, now inexcusably late, but she had a feeling she wasn't needed for anything other than solidarity and presence. She pressed on anyway. When she entered the bar, most of the patrons were already silent as if they knew what was taking place, but they became more so as the last member of the secret group walked slowly across the establishment. She knew the door and knew to knock a certain amount of times to be recognized and paid no attention to the eyes on her back. She'd been through enough.
The door gave silently with nothing but a small squeak and she entered silently, closing the door behind her. She looked at her comrades first, her face an emotionless mask as it always was in these meeting, in spite of her injuries. Her glass covered gaze then slid to their client. They all looked the same to her, just someone else who needed a job done that only they could do, and she was eager as the adrenaline left over from her scuffle still swam through her veins. She did keep her voice level as she looked over the room again,
"Pardon."
before taking the last available seat, assuming she would be filled in once the meeting was over. Her voice only slightly gave away her exhaustion as her voice sounded deeper than normal and her accent had always been rather thick.




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[ C O D E N A M E ]
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[ H E X C O D E ]
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[ O U T F I T ]
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[ S O N G ]
Ain't No Rest For The Wicked




The interactions between the Black Cat members and the client had been rather... Humorous to say the least. Threats had been made to the man offering much more money than was needed for a simple task though the members that made the threats were well placed. They didn't know anything about the man or his colleague. While his fellow members were loud with their thoughts, Derek was quiet with his own as he began to weigh in the mission. Senselessly torturing a man for stealing clients wasn't exactly something Derek signed up for. He preferred going after real criminals but there was a lot of money at stake here and with that much money there had to be a precise plan in order for it to go well so they could get played. The absence of their leader also meant someone had to set a concrete plan into motion and of course Derek already came up with a plan during the time he sat quietly as always.

Derek began to move through his team mates like the shadow that he was. He was careful not to bump any of them and really the only way any of them would have known he was there was the slight breeze he made as he passed them. Once again he went unnoticed by the client as he stood behind him with his arms folded staring blankly at his team. His arms began to unfold as he finally began to sign to the group only those who understood him when he signed would know what he said but that wasn't his entire concern right now. "I'm in." He finished signing and dropped his hands onto the clients shoulders with a tight squeeze startling him once more. Derek easily could have hit a pressure point on the man or do something more but that was enough to get the point across his other team members didn't... The client would never see Derek coming if he did anything to put his teammates at harms way.

With his point made, Derek walked away from the group and towards the door but not before stopping at Kit to tap her shoulder and get her attention. He nudged his head to point at the door indicating he was ready to leave and left with his phone out to send a group text: Let's regroup at headquarters. I have a plan. He moved through the bar area avoiding knocking into people and pushed the door open though he was kind enough to hold it open for Kit to walk out behind him. Once at her car, Derek began to show off a little as he ran and slid over the hood before jumping in through the window he left open for himself. He sat in the passenger seat with a huge grin directed towards her ready to enjoy their ride back to headquarters.

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Tyler sat back as the confirmations came in, rolling his eyes at the threats. For all their skill sets, diplomacy was still something they were sorely lacking in. Oddly enough, it wasn't something he'd want to change for the world. They were his family; flaws. aggressions and all. As they began to file out, Tyler felt his phone buzz again. This time he reached for it, figuring that it wouldn't be rude, since business was already done. "Leave the money on your way out," he said to the man, "Or a way for us to access it, and the name of the guy and we'll do our thing." Tyler read through the messages down to Lucas's most recent message to the group.

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.

Tyler looked over at Lucas for a moment before he typed out a reply. He hadn't thought about it properly, but maybe Lucas was on to something about keeping tabs on the client. He would hardly be the first man to think that the promise of money was enough to clear up all his problems. That was exactly how politics worked. Hell they guy had probably dealt with Tyler's folks without even realising it.

To Black Cat Group Chat
I'll get what I can on the target. Just be careful okay guys, we're being paid to get the target not the client.


This was a business first and foremost and Tyler was pretty sure that not one of them could say they didn't need the money. "Word of advice if you plan on double crossing us. Don't. Between btz and I, we'll take you for everything you own and are. The other guys might land you in a hospital for a few days, but we," he indicated between himself and Lucas, "can bring you down without breaking a single bone in your pretty little body. Understand? Tyler added, satisfied that he had made his point.

There was a message from Derek in the group chat. "We might wanna hang tight, Derek's got a plan."

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Excitedly, Audrey followed Cenna into the other room but she kept that excitement hidden inside as her exterior showed a cool and relaxed expression. Okay, maybe she did have a bit of excitement spilling out of her proven by the eager smile that hung on her lips. Upon entering the other room Audrey was first surprised at how many cats there were then fascinated at all of the beds that hung from the wall and the cool looking scratching posts. Her eyes explored the room for a second before immediately fixating on the three kittens that approached Cenna because they were just so cute! "We might have to bring one home . . . or all of these guys." Cenna laughed only to have Audrey who already seated herself on the floor reply quickly. "I'd bring all three of them home now if we didn't have work." She smiled, picking up the black and orange kittens and setting them on her lap only to have the black one claw its way up her arm until it was on her shoulder and nudging its head against her chin while the orange one simply just cuddled up to her stomach and fell asleep. Instantly when Audrey heard Cen sigh her phone also decided to go off and so she pulled it out of her jacket pocket.

From: BCG

Let's regroup at headquarters. I have a plan.

"Looks like duty calls." Cen commented, Audrey looking up at her and nodding before setting the kittens backs down feeling a bit bad she woke up the one that fell asleep on her which was now her favorite. "I shall take you guys home, later that is." She chuckled, getting onto her feet."Looks like Derek is taking lead on this, I'm going to go let my boss know I'm heading out early." Cen informed and Audrey simply said "Alright" accompanied by a small smile as she was a bit distracted by the message she was beginning to type out before Cen left the room.

To: BCG
Okie dokie, be there soon.

When Audrey finished her text she stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, waiting for Cen to come back and also petted one of the older cats before Cenna re-entered to retrieve her. "I need to change before we go to the bar, do you mind?" She asked with a tired smile on her face. "Nah," Audrey said, this time holding the door for her on the way out. "I think I left my ice tea in the fridge. I was looking for an excuse to go grab it anyway." She smiled, again, heading in the direction of their apartment.



Upon entering the apartment Audrey went straight for the kitchen where she pulled out a bottle of her favorite, extra sweet pure leaf ice tea and took a few gulps from the newly opened bottle. When she turned around though, she was greeted a very sexy but barely clothed Cenna who caused Audrey to almost choke on her tea and go red in the face, quickly averting her eyes until Cenna was out of sight. "Damn," was all she could manage to mumble before walking herself over to the couch and tossing herself on it. While waiting she began to think about what just happened and how Cenna is able to frustrate her both physically and mentally before going red in the cheeks again as her mind wandered for a second but Audrey snapped out of it, huffed and ruffled her own hair. She began tossing her bottle up and catching it as a form of entertainment until Cenna remerged from her room all dressed and announcing that she was ready to get the hell outta here. Grinning back, Audrey waited until Cen passed the couch before standing up just to enjoy the view for a second, something she usually didn't do.




Before entering the bar Audrey took her keys to her motorcycle just to grab her backpack that held all the things she needed for the mission in the small compartment under her seat. With Cenna right behind her she slung her backpack over her left shoulder and pushed the bar door open, entering with a look that told everyone that she was ready. Ready for what they didn't know but all they could tell was that she was ready for whatever was about to go down. There was just this confident feeling around her at the moment that wasn't overbearing, so she didn't seem cocky but it was just enough to attract the eyes of some people, mostly of the female gender.

Since most of the group had dispersed in order to grab what they needed and get ready the back room was left a little empty but Audrey didn't mind. She casually tossed her backpack onto the small table where her helmet still laid and began pulling things out. First came her knuckle slingshot, the small device being no child's toy and easily clipped to her belt, hidden under her shirt just like her buck knife that she quickly inspected before sliding it back into her sheath that was located on the back of her pants. "So yeah," She began, taking glances at Cenna as she spoke. "I think I'm going to hang back on the beating." She paused, pulling out a small plastic container that held a whole bunch of very painful and dangerous little metal b.b gun pellets that she used as ammo for her slingshot and just slipped into her back pocket. "I'll do better with the whole breaking into his place and fucking some shit up type of intimidation." She finished, this time slipping on her black leather biker gloves that she had hanging out of her left back pocket this while time. Next came the white ear buds that she plugged into her phone and shoved back into her jacket for later, you know for when she starts smashing shit because Audrey loves her background music on the job.

Her trusty wooden bat leaned against the far right corner just itching to be used while the rest of the things that were in her backpack consisted of spray paint cans and a few white surgical masks for the fumes. After getting herself ready Audrey took another sip of her iced tea, sitting down on a wooden chair and leaning her head back so she was basically staring at the ceiling. "Got something we can do while we wait?" Audrey wondered a bit bored, blowing a piece of her inky black hair from her uniquely contrasting blue eyes.

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Nathan took a mouthful out of his drink, sighing. He felt a little bad about abandoning the team- but it was too close to home. He could deal with vengeance- after all, that was what fueled him most of the time. But an attack on somebody who hadn't really done anything wrong- that was a little close to the bone. Maybe he could handle it during a good patch, but his current state of mind could only be described as "meh"- and that was at it's best. Still, he wasn't going to abandon them entirely. He slid his earpiece into his ear and opened the lid of his laptop. They'd invested in a communications system only a year or so ago, and it had made things much easier.

"Alright, everybody call with your positions. Remember, we're trying to frighten this guy, not cause any major damage," he said. He unlocked his phone and opened his conversation with Xandru, sending him a quick text.

To: Xandru
Be careful, okay? Finding another roommate would be a pain in the ass.


Even though everybody knew that they were best friends (with the occasional benefit) and lived together, but even that message felt oddly private. That and Nathan had an inkling that Xandru wouldn't necessarily be sticking to the main plan. He had complete faith that his roommate wouldn't do anything too risky, but even so.

Nathan leaned back and ran his fingers through his hair, opening up the GPS program on his laptop that allowed him to track the earpieces. If things went wrong, he could send backups to where they were needed, or even get his own ass in there as another pair of fists. He was aiming to avoid that, but even so, he was dressed in his fighting gear, just in case. Just in case.