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Jerry Liu Yi Ying

"I'm in this for the money. The justice is just a perk on the side."

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a character in “Nine Lives”, as played by Alle9009

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Image"Righteous Hawk of Destruction sounds about right. You've got to have a badass name if you want to spread word on the street like a hero, right? Heh."
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Name:
Jerry Liu Yi Ying
Nicknames:
Jer (short form of Jerry)
Hawkeye (codename and his Chinese name means "Righteous Hawk of Destruction", so its got Hawk in it.)
Jay (cause J)
Shortie (he's probably pretty short compared to the rest of the cast...)
Age:
18 years old
Gender:
Male
Sexuality:
Asexual
Ethnicity:
80% Chinese (assorted), 20% unknown




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"Why leave something to later when you can do it now?"
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Appearance:
Jerry is not very intimidating, standing tall at a mere 163cm and weighing 59kg. He's got a pretty young face, and is pretty slim, making him seem smaller than he looks. However, he's wiry, and is stronger than he looks, although not by much. With his dark, almond-shaped eyes and tanned skin, Jerry is very obviously asian. He tends to keep his blackish-brown hair in a slightly choppy hairstyle with bangs that sometimes fall in his eyes and obscures his vision.

He likes to wear normal, comfy clothes such as jeans and hoodies and simple t-shirts. Occasionally he wears a black leather jacket. During work he tends to wear a hat that covers his hair from view, and spectacles that makes his eyes look a bit larger.




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"Most of the world are filled with self serving bastards, but there are good people too. Never gorget that."
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Personality:
Jerry is, at most, someone who is mostly known as low-key. He's often stoic, although not as much as he originally seems, and is in fact a bit grumpy and sarcastic. Jerry's more a frowner than a smiler, although not by much. He's normally a calm. thoughtful boy with relatively stable emotions, who feels slowly but deeply. Cautious and reserved, Jerry can take a while to truly warm up to people, if only because he's hesitant to place his trust in them. Once he does however he is willing to give his life to you, although he would definitely scold you for letting it get that far. Jerry believes in tough love - a fact that is often supported by his brutally honest words and pragmatic behaviour. He's not the kind of person who believes in hiding the truth from people - unless you bribe him to, that is. Jerry is very focused on money and the earning of. Jerry is pretty willing to do anything for money, although there are a few lines he won't cross no matter how much you offer him.

Hidden under his carefully constructed gruff and cold behaviour is someone who is caring, kind, if somewhat guarded. He might have somewhat cynical and bitter views on humanity, but mostly he's an antinihilist. Live and let live, why make life any worse than it already is? Shit happens, all that Jazz. No point adding to the equation. For that reason, Jerry tends to leave people alone so long as they leave him alone, and is mostly focused on doing his own thing, often with others present but probably not involved, until he has to get involved. Just because he's an introvert doesn't mean he isn't friendly.

This might make him being in the Black Cat's a puzzle for some people. This is slightly more understandable when you realise that they've pressed his buttons by not looking for the person that harmed his family, and that he's looking for both money and the person who caused the accident in the first place. Jerry is out for revenge.

Jerry might not speak much (And when he does it tends to be what he thinks and gruff), but he is a man of action. Need a light? Here's a lighter. Need to destroy a fence? Here're some wirecutters or, if there's no time, a bomb and a detonator. Want some icecream? Jerry would offer his without thinking even if its halfeaten. Jerry can be a bit thoughtless about how his actions might be perceived, with a sarcastic and brusque tongue that might hurt more than heal, but there is no denying that he cares. There's no denying that he has an oddly pragmatic mind either, with a 'cut the knot' mentality. He's also good with keeping his cool too - while others might be running around screaming their heads off, Jerry will just think about the situation and what he can do and do it without further ado. This extends to his relationships with others as well - Jerry tries to be a rock of calm around people, offering them a hand to remain steady and upright, and a sarcastic jab or two to get them to focus.

One thing to note, however, is his anger. Jerry is often easily irritated, but it takes a long time to make him truly angry since he likes to keep his cool. Jerry tends to adhere to logic and straightforwardness to keep himself less angry, and he tends to be less emotional about things than others, but just because he's lowkey doesn't mean that he doesn't have a fuse. It's an extraordinarily long fuse, but once its light and nothing is done to stomp it out, well, nice knowing you. Jerry is almost tranquil when he's enraged, holding onto the fury with both hands and tapering it into a carefully long point designed to harm the lighter of the fuse and nobody else. He will make you think that death is a blessing by the time he is through, if nobody nudges him back to coherent thought.

Another thing to note is his righteousness. Jerry is a disciplined man, focused and hardworking and determined. While this normally results in forgetting that food and sleep exists and being ridiculously stubborn (denying that he's sick even when he's running a 38degree temperature kind of stubbornness), it also means that he is a very driven man who tends to do his work with meticulous care and never gives up. This also applies to his righteousness - Jerry has a very strong morality. He does things because he believes its the right thing to do. For example - although Jerry would not hesitate to kill someone, he has to be given a legitimate reason to do so and will only shoot if its the last available option left. He won't steal unless its a necessity, and would rather not involve the innocent in his plans since they're not really a part of this world. He absolutely will not involve children in his plans, and any attempts to make him do so or break his moral code would result in him glaring death at you and a few choice words, or maybe even a beatdown.

Talents:
Jerry serves as the medic of the Black Cats, as well as a sharpshooter. He might not be someone suited for the front lines, where melee takes place, but he makes up for it with his medical knowhow and a few other skills, like his ability to jury-rig things together and his knowledge of certain chemicals that can make a big boom, and where to get things.
Aim - Jerry has ridiculously good aim. He's also good with guns, and is pretty well known for his ability to shoot from afar with high accuracy, and his ability to take aim and shoot at near range is almost on par with Andrew, although it'd still take a lot more training if he wants to catch up to Andrew's sheer speed.
Determination - Jerry never gives up. He's also very determined at keeping his cool.
Medic - Jerry knows first aid, and is pretty good at playing doctor. It also means that he knows which points to press in your body to hurt and the easiest way to break an arm. In effect, he's a very precision-based fighting style kind of person. He'll definitely know what to do in a medical emergency anyway.
Loyal - although it might be hard, once you've earned it Jerry will give his life for you. He'll grumble and tell you off for letting it get to that point, but he will sacrifice himself if need be.
Engineering - Jerry is pretty good at creating things or rigging things up, especially if there's duct tape at hand.
Calm - Jerry is pretty unflappable. He's got nerves of steel, and where people might be panicking Jerry will be calmly taking stock of what he has and what he can do and trying to calm the others down a little.

Weaknesses:
Communication - Jerry tends to be very brusque with his words, if he ever talks at all. Combine this with his stoicism and people tend to find it hard to know what he's thinking.
Acting - sneaking up to people and into places he can, withholding the truth he can, but Jerry is not very good at acting like someone he is not. The result tends to be a particularly wooden performance - almost like a robot combined with stutterings and 'uhhh' proclamations.
People - Jerry's bad with people in multiple ways. You could say that he's soft around them - Jerry cares about people underneath all that grumbling of his, and he feels obligated to save them. It's not just because of the Geneva code either - Jerry genuinely cares for people under his care, and if they died under his watch he'd feel bad about it. This doesn't mean he won't harm if he has to, but it also means that killing is, for him, a last option method only to be carried out if there's no other option.
This also applies to people he's close to. Jerry cares for them so much that he keeps them at bay with grumpiness, because he knows his vulnerable around them. He'd be able to function, but he would be devastated if they died, or betrayed him. If he's tasked to kill them he'll definitely give it a shot, but if he succeeds? It'd kill him inside.
Stubborn - He can be particularly stubborn about some things and often refuses to back down even when it might be for the good of the people. He's the kind of person who'd deny that he has a fever even when he can barely stand and the thermometer says 38degrees.
Easily bribed - If you got lots of money at hand, Jerry is your man. There are certain things he can't be bribed for, but you'd be surprise how tempting cold hard cash can be to him.
Strength - Jerry might have a lot of stamina, but he's not strong. His fighting style being precision-based cements that. He's strong enough to withstand recoil from some of the stronger rifles, but it can be pretty easy to overpower him.
Fears:
Running out of money - Jerry is very very money-driven, but with good reason. Running out of money means that he runs out of money to pay the bills for his brothers hospital fee, which would result in his brother's life support being shut down and his friend not being able to pay things off.
Cars - Jerry has a vague fear of cars. His parents died in a car, and he got into a car accident that ended pretty badly for the people he loves. It's not a full blown out fear, and he's able to ride in them, but Jerry would rather much not, and he'll be guarded and edgy around cars if he's around them.
His brother never waking up - Jerry's brother is in a coma. So far, he hasn't woken up yet. Jerry loves his brother, and is very much afraid that he will never wake up again. He's scared of losing people he cares about, which can be used to explain why he's so reserved around others.




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"I will find out who they are. And once I do, they will burn."
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History:
Jerry was brought up mostly by his brother, Tom. His parents were often pretty busy with little time left to spare, and as a result the two were often left home alone - not that they minded. They made time for their kids and besides, the two brothers were very close and often played together and worked together. Their father was a mechanic, and more often than not the two would play with leftover pieces of junk and tools. Jerry was never quite able to match Tom's sheer genius with making things, but that didn't bother him - after all, his brother was the best human on earth. To Jerry's brother-worshiping eyes, Tom was the best thing next to grilled cheese. Obviously he'd never be able to keep up with his perfect older brother, right?

Well, kind of true. Tom was a savant in hockey and good with sciences, while Jerry was ridiculously good with a rifle and good with accounting. Together, the two held a passion in computers and robotics, which they worked hard on. Jerry might not have been good at expressing himself, but Tom was always capable of translating for him and was always good with people, laughing and often offering them a chance to talk. They just excelled in different fields, that was all. Together, the two worked on increasing their skills, and were nearly inseparable.

When their parents died from a car accident when Jerry was ten and Tom was thirteen, Jerry didn't know what would happen. Their aunt took them in, but it was pretty obvious that she didn't want them there. Sometimes Jerry would catch Tom with bruises, but Tom would never admit anything, although the happy cheerful boy was now more sarcastic and gloomy. Luckily he gained a friend called Kit who helped lighten the pressure, and they became an inseparable trio.

Yeah, Jerry discovered that his brother was being abused when he came in on his aunt hitting Tom with a cane and screeching obscenities, and after that he started getting hit too, but that's a different story. Apparently she didn't have much money to provide for herself even before the kids came and having to provide for the kids wasn't something she was equipped for. The stress combined with grief over losing her sister made her... irrational. She took it out on the kids. As a result, if the brothers wanted money they had to earn it themselves. You could say that this was where Jerry started getting obsessed with money and thrift spending, since he had so little, as well as when he started gaining an interest in learning how to patch up wounds.

Fortunately, Robin managed to help out with providing food, and Tom kept their spirits up by saying that they'd get away someday. Which they did, the second Tom and Robin turned sixteen. They rented an apartment for a song from one of Kit's aunts, shifted in and ran away from The Liu's aunt at the same time, and for a while things were happy.

That was, until the incident happened.

The three of them were driving him one day when somebody slammed into them from behind. They careened off the road and finally landed into a wall, destroying half the car and sending them into serious injury. Tom was unconscious, Robin lost feeling in his legs and had to undergo extensive physical surgery and therapy just to make sure that he could walk again, and Jerry broke an arm and had a skull fracture, waking up with a concussion after three days. Worried, they waited for Tom to wake up, for the perpetrators to be found.

Tom didn't wake up. The police said they'd look into it, but after a while it was obvious that they weren't even trying.

Eventually they placed him with the rest of the coma patients. The medical bills were huge, the coma care even more so. Jerry and Robin could handle the medical bills with some help - they could sell their apartment, Kit could live with his mom and Jerry could work overtime - but the coma care?

That was half a year ago. Half a year ago, Jerry wandered into the dark side, hoping to make money. Half a year ago, he met the Black Cats. And now he is one of them - earning money to keep his brother safe and to let his childhood friend walk again, and to find justice for the people he cares about.




Image"Live and let live' is a saying that my brother had taught me. Well, look where it got him. You'd better wake up if you want to prove me wrong, bro..."
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Other:
He knows a few Chinese dialects - Hokkien, Teochew, Cantonese.
Looks a lot different when wearing a hat.
His friend Robin was studying to be a nurse, before the accident. Now his career is not... well adviced, since he has yet to be able to regain the ability to walk. Jerry learnt a lot of what he knows about medicine and practical applications of from him.

Faceclaim: Wu Chun

Color: Grey

So begins...

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

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

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

To: Black Cat Group Chat
If you need a ride during this job, you know who to call.

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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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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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Character Portrait: Kit Snider Character Portrait: Nathan Richards Character Portrait: Derek Snow Character Portrait: Cenna Wenlynn Character Portrait: Lucas Veil Character Portrait: Melody Lynnix
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Nathan 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.

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Jerry left a few bandages for Jacqueline on the table before moving out, pulling on a black army jacket before swinging his bag on his shoulder. She didn't look like she needed them, but he still felt that having a few plasters around would be pretty handy. Walking out of the bar, Jerry quietly made his way to the nearest convenience store, planning to get an icecream before starting work.

As he walked, Jerry brought out his phone, checking the messages on the chat for the first time since the meeting. Nathan was out. Kit offered a ride to whoever needed it, Lucas was taking point on the technical side of things - on the client, at least. Tyler was covering for the target. And Derek had a plan, plus regrouping to work together for a more effective solution.

Meeting place was at HQ. He'd head there after getting some food.

Frowning a little, Jerry pushed the door open as he entered the store, wind from the airconditioner swooshing his bangs back a little. There were few people inside apart from the clerk, a young woman who looked as if she wanted to be anywhere else. Taking his time to browse the icecream section, Jerry gathered his thoughts in order, idly picking out a small tub of vanilla icecream before looking at a magnum bar.

How can I help for this operation?

... It doesn't feel right going after the target without information.
Jerry didn't like the idea of heading in blindly. It could lead to a few bad situations, especially in a fight, or harassment. Painting the guy's house black and trashing his laptop only worked if the guy liked black and needed a new laptop. And he didn't like fighting anyway.

Maybe he could scope out the place... Do I even know where the place is? What if I get caught and tip the target off? And I'm not equipped for it. Hmm, soda popsicle seems good...

Right, that decided it. After some thinking, Jerry grabbed a small cup of icecream and a bag of marshmallows and headed to the counter, joining the line. It sped by relatively fast, and soon enough it was his turn to pay. Stepping out of the store, Jerry ripped open the soda popsicle and stuffed it into his mouth, pulling out his phone to text on the chat.

To: Black Cat Group
Heading to HQ. Be there before 10, hopefully. I'll be looking up info on Mr Target too - splitting the load with Tyler, I guess.


Thank God he'd been trying to modify a game earlier in the day. Without that, Jerry wouldn't have had his laptop with him inside his bag, along with some gear. The rest could be found at headquarters, and he was heading there anyway to hear Derek's plan. No need for a pitstop at the apartment, for now at least. Chomping on the icecream and relishing the cold taste in his mouth, Jerry sent another text message to the group, almost as an afterthought.

To: Black Cat Group.
I've got food. Anyone allergic to marshmallows?




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Jerry opened the door just in time to hear Nathan's question in both his earbud and ears, swallowing the remnants of the popsicle as he did so.

"Position - Currently at HQ." He announced, shutting the door behind him as he entered. He gave a wave at Nathan, face and voice deadpan. "Sup, Leader. Brought something in case you were hungry."

With a droll face and fake reverence, Jerry carefully placed the cup of icecream and the bag of marshmallows he was carrying onto the table beside Nathan as if he were offering tribute to a God, giving a slight bow as he did so that was more in jest than out of anything else. "Accept my humble offering, o mighty leader," Jerry intoned. The complete lack of inflection in his voice made it near impossible to tell whether he was being serious or joking, although anyone who knew him would know that he wasn't being serious at all.

What? It wasn't as if he did this every single time (only when the mood stroke him), but hey, it was funny - to Jerry, at least.

Without checking Nathan's reaction Jerry headed towards a small cardboard box. Pulling out a couple of thumbdrives from it, he slipped them inside his pants pocket before taking a seat opposite Nathan, pulling out his laptop and switching it on. Taking a seat as he waited for a few necessary programs to boot up, Jerry unceremoniously ripped open the bag of marshmallows and popped one in his mouth, enjoying the sweet taste.

He took a second one but hesitated, holding it between his fingers instead. "Should I head elsewhere?" he asked Nathan quietly. He had headed to HQ to hear Derek's plan, but he wasn't here right now. If need be, he could head over to Tyler or Lucas to form an impromptu hacker circle or observe the target from afar, while trying to find information online.

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