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Jacqueline

Death and the grave make no distinction of persons.

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

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The rifle is the first weapon you learn how to use, because it lets you keep your distance from the client.


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xxใ€ŒNAMEใ€
.....Jacqueline
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x..ใ€ŒALIASใ€
x.x.x.Jackie
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xx..ใ€ŒAGEใ€
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Long-range Sniper
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.....100% French
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..........Female
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                  ( QUIRKS *! )

                  โ—˜Regularly looks up at the sky to check the
                  position of the sun/moon and comments on it.
                  โ—˜Always knows the direction she is traveling in
                  โ—˜Writes withleft hand, but does everything
                  else right-handed.โ—˜Overly honest person,
                  always telling the truth even to his or her
                  own detriment.โ—˜Always has change in his
                  or her pocket to give to beggars or homeless
                  __( LIKES *! )

                  โ–ฒArt|โ–ฒAs much food as she can get her
                  hands on|โ–ฒWorld Cultures|โ–ฒTraveling/Visiting
                  exotic places|โ–ฒCleaning weapons|โ–ฒExploring
                  the mind|โ–ฒHoningher skills|โ–ฒChess|โ–ฒMusic|
                  โ–ฒStormy nights|โ–ฒDark Colors|โ–ฒDrinking
                  various teas|โ–ฒThe forest|โ–ฒPeace|โ–ฒChocolate
                  |โ–ฒInsense/the smell of flowers|โ–ฒSwimming|
                  โ–ฒDancing|
                  __( DISLIKES *! )

                  โ–ผShoes|โ–ผWhen mocked about her speaking|
                  โ–ผMost films|โ–ผBeing called a "freak" or "monster"|
                  โ–ผExtreme Heat or Cold|โ–ผBright Colors|โ–ผExtremely
                  sugary foods|โ–ผMost Animals|โ–ผPerverts|โ–ผInsects
                  in general|โ–ผGreed|โ–ผArrogance|โ–ผPeople who
                  assume|โ–ผIgnorance|โ–ผSweating|โ–ผMost pop music|
                  โ–ผNightmares|

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โ—ขPERSONALITY ยฐ


โ—ขJacqueline is a woman without caution or cowardliness. Thanks to her rather unique upbringing and her ever-doting father, Leon, Jacqueline learned how to live through her fear long ago. She's ever-honest, but does not enjoy cruelty nor will she ever deliberately hurt another's feelings. She tries her best to ignore her own pride in all situations, as she has always felt it was out of place. She is never afraid to give her opinion when she feels necessary. But at the same time, she never gives an opinion that isn't thoroughly scrutinized. She prefers to look at the world objectively, as this allows her to focus on more important matters. She has a light sense of humor and enjoys a good laugh or two, but for the most part she is neutrally serious and can usually be seen with a straight or ever-so-slightly smiling face. Above all Jacqueline is kind and holds everyone around her to a high standard, even if they don't hold themselves to one, and does everything she can to help someone reach their full potential.

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โ—ข While she prefers to speak french, she CAN speak Italian, Catalan, and quite a bit of English. Her lack of a way with words has forced her to find other ways to be...persuasive. She tries to smile as often as she can now that she has so many reasons, especially around the family that has treated her so well over the years, but it is still hard to sometimes. In reality, its hard to know what she feels. Emotions are still so new to her even now as she's grown. It's very easy to lose touch with your own feeling in a career that tells you you must have none.
So as far as any other interactions, compliments, jokes, or even sarcasm: she is usually clueless but will still try to understand. But a relationship, now that is something all together unattainable for her. Who you want to be with someone who does what she does? Even if they were similar? Despite this, she cannot help but collect all of the old romances any chance she gets.


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                    ( STRENGTHS *! )

                    All forms of Combat
                    Long Range shooting
                    Single Ops
                    Chess
                    Eating an Alarming amount of Food
                    __( FLAWS *! )

                    Social Intelligence
                    Long intellectual conversation
                    Romance
                    Travel
                    Night Terrors

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โ—ขBIOGRAPHY ยฐ


โ—ขLeon was not your normal, run-of-the-mill family man. The only things he told Jacqueline of her mother, was that she was beautiful, her name was Sophie, and that she died in childbirth. Jacqueline never truly mourned her because she never knew her, but she liked to imagine what she looked like or what she would look like now. He also mentioned that Jacqueline's mother never truly knew what he did, as they were knew lovers when she became pregnant. Leon was a hit man, a "cleaner", for certain criminal organizations in France. Shortly after finding out about Jacqueline, he moved to the states and made a new name for himself in New York City. Despite his dangerous lifestyle, he always made sure his petite had the very best. Jacqueline went to the best schools and began ballet and gymnastics at a very young age. Her father thought it important that since she wouldn't be able to develop much brawn, she should be as quick and flexible as possible. It wasn't until she reached puberty that Leon was given a glimpse at her true potential.

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โ—ข She thought she had the perfect life, she adored her father who always loved her and kept her happy, but she learned the hard way what a life like theirs would cost when someone cashed in the bill. Leon had always planned and strategized many different paths they were to take if anything should happen to him, or if he were to be discovered, or both. Those plans were called into action as the police swarmed their upper east side apartment in New York. These were not average police, as they were crooked and out for revenge. Jacqueline was fortunately "on the job" while her life fell apart not just a few blocks away. Despite being one of the best, her dear father Leon was severely outnumbered and eventually fell after a long and very explosive fight, carrying his fair share of men with him. The devastation Jacqueline felt at the young age of 17, no one should ever feel. She had planned to have her father for so much longer, and he was ripped from beneath her feet.
With the help of an old friend of Leon's, Jacqueline was able to relocate and join Black Cat after she graduated high school. For 5 years she worked for them, killed for them, keeping her skills honed on her own time for her father and for what he was.


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So begins...

Jacqueline's Story

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Character Portrait: Kit Snider Character Portrait: Nathan Richards Character Portrait: Derek Snow Character Portrait: Lucas Veil Character Portrait: Cenna Wenlynn Character Portrait: Tyler Jones Character Portrait: Melody Lynnix Character Portrait: Andrew McGinty Character Portrait: Audrey Pryde Character Portrait: Bree Carter Character Portrait: Alexandru Veronesi Character Portrait: Jacqueline Character Portrait: Meia Williams Character Portrait: Jerry Liu Yi Ying Character Portrait: Jae Maltrai
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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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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Kit Snider Character Portrait: Nathan Richards Character Portrait: Derek Snow Character Portrait: Lucas Veil Character Portrait: Cenna Wenlynn Character Portrait: Tyler Jones Character Portrait: Melody Lynnix Character Portrait: Andrew McGinty Character Portrait: Audrey Pryde Character Portrait: Alexandru Veronesi Character Portrait: Meia Williams Character Portrait: Jacqueline Character Portrait: Jerry Liu Yi Ying Character Portrait: Jae Maltrai
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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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Character Portrait: Kit Snider Character Portrait: Nathan Richards Character Portrait: Derek Snow Character Portrait: Lucas Veil Character Portrait: Cenna Wenlynn Character Portrait: Tyler Jones Character Portrait: Melody Lynnix Character Portrait: Andrew McGinty Character Portrait: Audrey Pryde Character Portrait: Bree Carter Character Portrait: Alexandru Veronesi Character Portrait: Jacqueline Character Portrait: Meia Williams Character Portrait: Jerry Liu Yi Ying Character Portrait: Jae Maltrai
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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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Character Portrait: Kit Snider Character Portrait: Nathan Richards Character Portrait: Lucas Veil Character Portrait: Cenna Wenlynn Character Portrait: Tyler Jones Character Portrait: Melody Lynnix Character Portrait: Andrew McGinty Character Portrait: Audrey Pryde Character Portrait: Bree Carter Character Portrait: Alexandru Veronesi Character Portrait: Jacqueline Character Portrait: Meia Williams Character Portrait: Jerry Liu Yi Ying Character Portrait: Jae Maltrai
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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 didnโ€™t mind.

โ€œGuess Iโ€™ve just had to elevate my standards for the word since meeting you Jae. Fighting my way out of burning buildings just doesnโ€™t have the same thrill of imminent death anymore.โ€ Bree shot back sarcastically with a smirk. Some of Jaeโ€™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 Breeโ€™s mind, even if she couldnโ€™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 guyโ€™s alley, and she was hardly the computer techie of the group. Instead, he surprised her with the word โ€œintimidationโ€, 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 wasnโ€™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 didnโ€™t sell insurance. Bree waited for Cenna to finish her threat before interjecting her own two cents.

โ€œThatโ€™s not a bluff just so you know. Sheโ€™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.โ€ Bree complimented, pushing off the wall with a predatory smile.

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

โ€œSo donโ€™t get me wrong here, three grand to beat up a guy who has it coming is definitely a job Iโ€™m in for, but what I want to know Mr. anonymous, is what exactly you boys are selling.โ€

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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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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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Locking her phone, Kit looked up, her thumbs nervously tapping the screen a couple of times before she crossed her arms. Pursing her lips, a worried expression settling on her face. From one perspective she understood where the guy was coming from, sheโ€™d seen his type before. Rich, wanting to make sure he had the intimidating factor of staying well off, but keeping his own hands clean. Then again, here she was easily taking hits on her paycheck knowing if she needed money her father was just a phone call away - but she was too stubborn to call. Her thought process being disrupted once again when someone knocked on the door beside her, wondering if she needed to open it.

Jacqueline answering her silent question as she came in, Kitโ€™s head tilted slightly as she took in the last Black Cat. There was a slight hint of blood under her nose, which caused Kitโ€™s own to scrunch with question. Her eyes followed the girl as she took a seat, deciding to leave whatever it was alone as she turned her attention back to her phone, seeing Mel had responded. She smiled, looking up to see her roommate wink which caused her smile to widen. Her eyes back on the client, surprised to see Derek behind him. Her smile falling into a smirk when he signed something, hoping he was agreeing too. Watching with amusement as Mel nudged the client into Derek who surprised him once again, she rolled her eyes with a small shake of her head as she watched Derek head towards her.

Glancing at him when he tapped her shoulder, easily pushing off the wall to follow him. โ€Yes, your majesty.โ€ She teased quietly as she followed him. Feeling her phone vibrate again but ignoring it since she had to make her way through the bar, waving at the bartender and not having as much luck avoiding people like Derek. Her accent heavy as she had to mumble multiple, 'Excuse me, sorry!'s.
โ€Thank you.โ€ She mumbled to Derek, cheeks red from almost hitting the customers inside along with the fact he was holding the door open for her. She followed him, swinging keys on her right pointer finger, surveying the parking lot. Laughing as Derek slid over the hood and jumped though the open window, shaking her head as she opened her door. โ€Ya know, one of these days youโ€™re going to leave my window down and itโ€™s going to rain and Iโ€™m really not going to enjoy kicking your ass for destroying my interior.โ€ She teased, sliding into the driver's seat with ease, gently nudging him before putting the keys in the ignition, not turning them quite yet, since she spotted Melody heading their way.

Grinning as her roommate went over to Derekโ€™s side, "You know I love you like a brother Derek, but this is headquarters. Where else are you thinking we meet?โ€ Must have been about text she hadnโ€™t read yet, but that didn't stop Kit from giggling as she leaned towards the wheel to get a better look at her roommate. Letting Derek sign his comeback before speaking, โ€Fancy a ride?โ€ Kit asked, not hiding her excitement, she enjoyed driving people around - also she noticed Mel's running clothes which meant two things, Mel wanted a shower and Mel had more than likely ran here. Leaning towards the two as she waited for the answer, gently nudging Derek with her shoulder this time. She could ask them how they felt about the mission, seeing what they had to say about the client.

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Cenna fed Charly with ease, stroking his neck as she did. She listened attentively to Audrey as she spoke, while cleaning Charly's wing wound, and re-wrapping it.

"Well for starters that guy reeks of suspicion. Second, I don't like his face. Also, in all honesty I don't want to participate because I'm not fond of beating people up in a dark alley, it's not my area of expertise and I had my fair share of being the beaten in an alley but, I need the money." Audrey said practically mirroring Cenna's thoughts. Cenna did not like the idea of beating a man in an alley either...but now that she knew that Audrey needed the money, as much as she did, she was willing to do what it took.

"Anyway, uhm, now that I have seen this majestic beast called the charly, I wanna see those little kittens!" She wiggled her fingers cutely in a grabbing motion. Cenna grinned at the motion before returning Charly to his cage.

"Just a few more weeks before your free" she said quietly to Charly. She turned to Audrey with a smile and ran her fingers through her hair.

"Okay, to Catopia." She said with a hand gesture that indicated for Audrey to follow her. She stepped out of the room and towards another room that held all the cats and kittens.

"This is where we keep all of the cats, the ones that aren't in need of any sort of veterinary care..." Cenna trailed off as she looked around the room with a smile. Kittens and cats comingled , roaming about the large room that was a cat heaven. Scratching posts, beds, and climbing posts lined the walls. Cenna dropped to her knees and instantly the three kittens she had picked up ran to her. Cenna giggled like a little girl as she picked up awhite kitten, nuzzled it, and it licked her nose.

"We might have to bring home one...or all of these guys" Cenna said with a laugh as the second kitten, a black kitten clawed its way up her leg, mewing for attention. The third kitten, an orange and white one sat just below her knees staring up at her.

"This is why I do what I do..." She said with a grin.

Her phone vibrated, making her sigh. She pulled out her phone and read the text before sighing again and biting her lip.

To: BCG
"Let's regroup at headquarters. I have a plan."


"Looks like duty calls." Cenna said as she gestured to her phone assuming Audrey had recieved the same text.

"I guess the group wants to get a jump start on this one...guess the money is too much to turn down" Cenna said though she still had a terrible feeling about that man.

Cenna groaned internally before standing and turning to Audrey.

"Looks like Derek is taking lead on this, I'm going to go let my boss know I'm heading out early..." She said as she brushed herself off. She stepped out of the room for show, knowing full well she didn't have to tell anyone anything because she was not supposed to be in today.

To: BCG
I need to change for the mission. Be there asap.


She waited a few moments before entered the room again.

"I need to change before we go to the bar, do you mind?" She asked as she turned with Audrey with a tired smile before heading for the door. Again Cenna thanked the sweet stars that she only lived a few blocks from the Clinic and the Bar, they where in a triangle formation really.

Once in the apartment Cenna stripped out of her dress without a second thought as she walked through the living room. Beneath she wore a white lace baby-dolland pair of undergarments that matched. She kicked off her heals and headed to her room. A few moments later she emerged from her room in black running pants, black shoes, and a black tank, with her hair up in a pony tail.

"Okay lets hit it" She said with a grin.

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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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Now that the details had been discussed with, everyone was leaving. Most of them were also threatening the client before leaving, which Jerry wasn't surprised by. The job the client had given them was certainly suspicious, especially when he could have hired some other thugs to do it for a more cheaper price. Definitely suspicious, and while Jerry didn't join in the antagonizing himself he didn't do anything about it either, merely sitting in his chair until the man left.

The request was weird, but then again the Black Cats had have more odder jobs than this. And while Jerry might have balked at it half a year ago, the urge for money and the resulting vigilantism lead him to accept the job, although he still had his doubts about it.

The green dollar bills was a very strong motivator indeed.

He did wish they'd tone it down a bit, though. No point in antagonizing the rich man who was in charge of their paycheck! 1500 dollars up front too, which took care of other things and rent. But if the cash he's giving us is fake, I'll skin him alive.

When Jacqueline came in, Jerry raised an eyebrow at her. She looks like she's been in a fight, he thought, mentally taking stock of her physical injuries. He didn't look long and she didn't seem that injured, but...

Wouldn't hurt to ask. Plus it was his job anyways. Might as well do it.

Jerry patiently waited until the man had taken a couple more steps out of the bar before heading over to Jacqueline with a neutral look on his face, the faint furrow in his brow and the worried look in his eye betraying his worry for his colleague. Jerry might not have known her well, but that didn't mean that he wouldn't offer a chance to help if they wanted it. Even if it caused a couple of sleepless nights and nausea.

Well, there was that time he's nearly slammed the door in Xandru's face when the guy had turned up with a beaming smile and a large bleeding gash in his arm at three in the morning. But that was because he'd had a test coming up that day! Humans needed sleep to function, dammit! Thank God he'd passed.

Ugh, whatever. He had someone to treat.

"That's a nasty bruise. Where else are you injured?" he observed matter of factly, reassessing her physical status. Reaching into the bag he had brought with him to the meeting, Jerry took out a small pouch. Inside was a roll of bandages, some antiseptic, plasters, scissors, whatever went inside a traveling emergency kit. Pulling out some gauze and antiseptic, Jerry offered it to her. "Here. Need help?" he asked casually, waving a pack of plasters for emphasis.

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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.