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Kit Snider

"I live my life a quarter mile at a time."

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

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Shape Up โœง The Young & The Hopeless โœฆ Control โœง Let the Flames Begin โœฆ Renegades โœง Handle This
{โ€I live my life a quarter mile at a time."}
- Dominic Toretto




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| N A M E |
Katherine Wren Snider
| N I C K N A M E |
Kit has a knack for dishing out nicknames; Honey, Sugar, Darlin', Sweetheart..etc, it comes with the whole southern hospitality thing. But, for the most part she doesn't have many nicknames herself. She tries to strictly goes by Kit, though some people call her by her last name. Rarely called Wren, and on missions she's taken the alias Ryder.
| A G E |
Twenty-two, 22
| G E N D E R |
Female
| S E X U A L I T Y |
Heterosexual
| E T H N I C I T Y |
25% German, 25% Welsh, 50% English




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{"I'm a damsel, I'm in distress, I can handle this. Have a nice day."}
- Meg




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| H E I G H T |
Five foot six inches - 5'6"
| W E I G H T |
One Hundred and twenty-eight - 128 lb.
| E Y E C O L O R |
Forest Green
| H A I R C O L O R |
Honey Blonde
| A P P E A R A N C E |
Snider practically radiates attitude, even if she's simply standing there; one hip cocked to the side, hands on her hip, and her head cocked to the side as if sheโ€™s judging you - most people tell her she looks like her mother. She walks with a swift pride, seemingly looking as if she's always on a mission. Her blonde hair is controllable, naturally wavy; she keeps it in check with a combination of braids. Due to this the length is unconfirmed, sometimes it falls just below her breast, other times it's down to the middle of her back. Naturally, it has its days of the full on messy, tossed away look. This unruly hair sweeps to the left, most of it finds home all bundled on her left shoulder.
Framed by Kit's blonde hair is her smooth tanned face. Her flawless skin is something she inherited from her German grandmother on her father's side while the tan is from spending most of her time outside. Her facial features are very defined, like her father. She has high curved cheekbones, a sharp jawline, a full mouth, large eyes framed by scrawny lashes, and a "too pointy for her liking" nose. Her eyes are a deep bright shade of emerald green, sometimes having a slight blue tint to them. Her face is usually dawned with a sly look, like sheโ€™s up to something. Nine times out of ten, she is.. Her brows usually give way to her feelings as well as her eyes. She has several โ€œsignatureโ€ looks. Her smirk, her grimace, her innocent look, her confused look, her scowl, and her disgusted face. Snider also got her mother's set of white teeth, her front two a bit larger than the rest, but it doesn't stop her from showing her "crooked" smile.
As for her physical shape, itโ€™s soft and curved, very deceiving to the venom within. She may have a soft shape, but don't be surprised if you catch a glimpse of her lean, slim muscle when she moves or is doing some strenuous activity. She very long and lanky. Her appearance is lithe and a simple distraction.
For style, Kit is rather punk-rock. Though if it's laundry day then "If it fits, I'll wear it." Sheโ€™s typically seen wearing sweatshirts, loose hanging tank tops , old band tees, flannels, skinnys or shorts. She has a collection of vans and converses, their colors being mostly black. Most of her jeans and shorts have oil stains on them. Other times she's seen with her waitress apron on and a pen behind her ear.
| O D D I T I E S |
Kit has a thick southern accent, growing up in Alabama has given her a distinct voice. A voice that isnโ€™t as nearly as soft as you would expect. Her voice is bit husky, almost challenging..usually challenging. Itโ€™s the voice of reason, the voice of control. Yet, this voice is soaked in that nice Alabamian accent. Sometimes she'll get ahead of herself and stumble over a few words or pronounce one wrong, luckily she's known to just laugh it off.
Snider has her fair share of scars. The most dominant one isn't from a fight though, there is a long, jagged scar runs across her left forearm. When she was fourteen, she was playing with the family cattle dog, not paying attention as she chased Indy. Kit didn't want to run into the electric fence so she slid under it, but the barbed-wire below caught her arm. She had to get eighteen stitches, it was a proud moment for her. The other scars aren't noticeable.
There isn't really a day Kit isn't without a cut, scrape, or bruise. She's known for getting a little too tough with play fighting and messing around, roughing up a few of the other mechanics. Working on cars also causes her to have random scrapes and oil splotches here and there
As for tattoos she has one very large one which covers her whole left arm, she's very proud of her tattoo sleeve (which took over two years to complete). The sleeve is composed of many different types of flowers from which she remembers from her grandparent's garden.




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{"I don't think of myself as a rebel; I just say what I think."}
- Marjane Satrapi




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| P E R S O N A L I T Y |
Headstrong โœฆ Sociable โœง Devoted โœฆ Jealous โœง Uninhibited โœฆ Witty


Growing up, Kit heard the phrase "stubborn as a mule" so many times she began to think that it was her name. The girl is stubborn and biased. Not one to surrender herself in an argument and wonโ€™t bend to anyoneโ€™s will. She thinks that her opinions are usually correct, or the opinions of her family and those she considers family trump others. It doesn't mean she's close-minded, but she's not exactly open-minded either. She won't immediately cast aside an offering of ideas or leads but sheโ€™s one to always want and have the final say in expressing and acting upon them. This mule headed tactic is often involved in her social connections and family relations as well. She's known for getting her own way, her brothers' pointing out she's spoiled rotten, while her mother takes pride in the fact her daughter can keep up in debates with her.
Kit is lively and quick-witted, easily keeping up with her father and uncle's joking. She's known for her one-liners. Snider's excellent ability in vocalizing has made her the consummate conversationalist. She can normally be found chatting with most of her customers, then after work sitting on a car hood speaking to the mechanics at Snider's. Her curiosity is known to get the best of her and she's known to be nosy. Her southern is showing when she hears something juicy, she loves gossip and can be found lurking near large groups who are talking vigorously. Don't let that fool you though, she usually never shares what she's learned. Kit is good at keeping secrets, trustworthy and she values her friendships.
Whoever befriends the blonde have a loyal ally for life. Once you have earned her respect, you're in. Kit's uncle believes she was born with an extra large heart, she isn't afraid to help someone without a second thought. She's known for saying, "It's on the house" with a huge smile and a slightly smaller paycheck. Not one to show pity, but to give strength. She's that of a lioness, fiercely protective and lovingly tender. She is real and honest, she doesn't try to sugar-coat things, but she doesn't like having to hurt anyone's feelings so she usually simply listens, totally emphatic and understanding. If they ask for her opinion through she is brutally honest, but she makes sure they know she is there for them. She's there for anyone who needs her support. She wants to be that backbone.
Uninhibited, she's not shy about her emotions - well for one she can't hide them, so she's learned to just express them openly. It's easy to tell what she's feeling, she's easy to read. She tries her best to keep it under control, but a short fuse isn't easy to put out.




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{"I know."}
- Han Solo




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| S T R E N G T H S |
โœฆDriving - She's the get away driver for a reason. Kit has extensive knowledge involving mechanics and cars. She's got a fast car, a lead foot, and she knows every road in the county.
โœงFast - Not only is her driving fast, but she's fast as well. Her long legs provide her an easy get away, and her habit of running has helped enhance her endurance.
โœฆMagnetic Personality - She's well liked in the community, she knows most by name. A lot of people seem to confide and trust in her easily.
โœงSpunky - Though she may be small, she's not afraid to take on someone who is 2x bigger than she is. No, it's not a good idea and she'll more than likely get hurt but she'll act like she has the upper hand the entire fight.


| W E A K N E S S E S |
โœฆClumsy - She's a real live wire which leads to her making noise or getting caught in a simple trap. Kit's beginning to think she should just stay in the car.
โœงShooting - The newest member hasn't had much experience with a gun. She's one to just shoot for the sake of shooting, not one to really hit where she aims.
โœฆPetulant - Moody, bad-tempered, and sulky. Kit has her bad days. Yes, she does act pretty childish when she's stressed. She will lock herself in her room and not communicate for a few hours, but it usually doesn't last long. Sometimes to let off steam she'll have a few drinks. She just needs a way to channel her anger and aggression.
โœงFacial Expression - Usually a dead give away to her emotions. She always has a reaction without meaning to. You can always tell when she's been on a mission, she just acts guilty and to some people's distaste she looks it too.





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{โ€I don't do well with snakes and I can't dance."}
- Robin Williams




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| H O B B I E S |
โœฆCars - Usually found under a car, Kit has a love for working on cars.
โœงPostcards - Something not many people know she collects.
โœฆExploring - There isn't a back road or secluded spot Snider hasn't found.
| H A B I T S |
โœฆRunning - When she gets angry, overwhelmed or upset she's know to go for a run.
โœงMinor Speech Impediment - This leads to her stumbling over words and stuttering, which is very frustrating for her.
โœฆFlinching - Kit is one to flinch when someone raises a hand around her, or tense at simple contact with another person.

| L I K E S |
|| Admiration || Rough Housing || Karma || Stars || Clouds || Tatertots || Laughter || Clovers || Lightening Bugs || The Smell of Rain || Storms || Throwing the Bird || Listening to Stories || The Sun || Accomplishing Something || The Sense of Desire || The Diner || Fairytales || Drinking Buddies || Spontaneous Adventures || Deer || Laughter, Jokes, and Puns || Warmth || Being Relied On || People Who Listen || Eriborough || Lightning || Soft Bread || Painting || Free Days ||
| D I S L I K E S |
|| Getting Yelled At || Someone Raising Their Hand at Her || Being Disrespected || Snow || Being Alone || Bees || Complete Silents || Tornadoes || Fear || Poison Oak/ Poison Ivy || Reckless Behavior || Needing Help || Being Ignored || Interruptions || Losing Track of Time || Staring || Shrewdness || Mockery, Scorn, Ridicule || Being Looked Down On || When She's Not Given a Chance to Prove Something or Herself || Being Clumsy || Water || Not Being Able to Sleep || Loud Noises || Pork || Chickens (She had a bad experience with one) || Arguments || Abuse ||

| F E A R S |
โœงFire - Something that can go from controllable to uncontrollable in such a short amount of time unnerves her.
โœฆHospitals - She's very uneasy around them.
โœงOphidiophobia - "Snakes are a hell no in my books."




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{โ€It's not the years, honey, it's the mileage."}
- Indiana Jones




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| B I R T H P L A C E |
Mobile, Alabama
| H I S T O R Y |
Growing up was idyllic for Kit, she was born to a rather wealthy family in the deep south. Living on a immense plot of farm land, with a large - but quaint plantation house in the center. Her father made a name for himself, being one of the well known doctors in the state while her mother took the senate by storm. Neither were home as often as they liked, but when they were they spent all their time with their four children. Kit being the youngest, having three older brothers to toughen her up.
As she grew up, Kit had some pretty huge shoes to fill. Medicine was never the blonde's strong-suit, blood usually causing her to turn pale. But, she did inherit her mother's persuasion and arguing tactics. Her eldest brother decided to become an international doctor, while the middle brother taught history at the University of Alabama, then the youngest brother pursued a career in professional football. Meanwhile Kit decided to take a year off from college, her family being nothing but supportive. She traveled around the states, just exploring, being the adventurous one. Then she got a call from her father's twin brother, Filip or as the town knows him as Chibs. He invited his niece to come visit him, so at the age of 19 Kit headed to have a short visit with her uncle, who she'd heard was stories about him and the motorcycle club he was a part of.

That short visit turned into a long one, once she fell in love with the small town. Her uncle showed her around, speaking highly of almost everyone (in his slowly fading welsh accent) - everyone except the police. It was odd to Kit, but she paid it no mind as she found herself in Snider's Auto Repair Shop. Her uncle began to teach her the basics of mechanics, making sure she knew how to change a tire, check the oil and jump start the engine - that's when they started to work on an old ford mustang that Chibs agreed Kit could have if they fixed it up.
After a couple of weeks the woman who owns the local diner pulled in, she was crying, and Kit calmed her down while Chibs took a look at her car. It had been vandalized and a note left in the car telling Alice that she had to give them all her money or that the same thing would happen to her diner. Kit was furious, who thought they could just get what they want. She announced that she would go to the police, but both her uncle and Alice looked at her as if she'd grown two heads. Chibs shook his head and mumbled that he knew some people who could take care of it. From then Alice would stop by every now and then. She offered Kit a waitress job which Kit took immediately knowing the tips would help with her car. But, of course Kit saw the glances and simple touches between Alice and her uncle and she couldn't help but interfere a little.
Soon the two were engaged and next thing she knew, she was a bridesmaid at the wedding. A couple years later Alice announced she was pregnant around the same time Kit announced her car was finally finished. One night, Chibs pulled her aside asking if she could take over a little more at the diner so Alice didn't have to be out as much. That's when Kit noticed just how skittish her uncle was about the police force in town. She agreed, and that's where it all started.

Some of the regulars would talk about all the damage to their property, or what was stolen. All the crime that was going unpunished. She remembered one story from two years ago about two brothers, one being stabbed while the other had to watch. Nathan was a familiar face to Kit, she made sure he was well fed and most of his meals were "on the house." He was there the night the officers got vulgar with her, telling her what she should do for a tip, and they caught her on a bad day. A simple slip of the hand and the hot coffee spilled all over one of the officer's pants. Suppressing a humorousless chuckled, Kit apologized as the officers stormed out, but not before one asked how far along Alice was. Kit went ridged as she headed after them, a hand catching her arm. It was Nathan, he offered her a spot in some vigilante group he was in. She shook her head quickly, saying she didn't want any trouble quickly heading to the back of the kitchen.
The next night the officers were back, but so was her uncle. He was sitting at the bar with a cup of coffee telling Kit about the new crib Alice had forced him to put together as she cleaned the counter. One of the officers glanced out the windows and then looked back at his friends, he spoke of how it looked like someone was trying to set Snider's on fire as if he was mentioning the weather. Chibs was out the diner before Kit could stop him, he grabbed the kid before he could set the place ablaze but not before the kid turned the flame on him. He wasn't burned too badly, but it was enough to be hospitalized. The police having nothing to do with the case, even though they saw it happen before their own eyes. Her uncle's MC covered the bills and decided to keep an eye on the place.
A week later Kit was behind the counter when the officers walked into the diner again, one calling her over in a distasteful manner. She acted as if she didn't hear him, continuing to sort the silverware. This sort of behavior continued on for the next few weeks, she tried to stay polite and served them without much emotion - even have some of her coworkers serve them, but then they started harassing her on the road. Pulling her over for no reason, asking her what'd she do to get out of a ticket. Before long she had several outstanding tickets and she finally snapped.
They walked into the diner after she had just served Nathan his normal order. Kit headed back behind the counter to get their cups and a pot of coffee. She quickly flipped one off as he asked what she'd do for a tip, telling them to fuck off and get out. After a few words, they finally left and Kit went over to Nathan.
"So, tell me about this Black Cat. Y'all still need that driver?"




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{โ€A hero is somebody who voluntarily walks into the unknown."}
- Tom Hanks




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| F C |

Amber Heard

| C O L O R |

Speaking: #820303
Thinking: #b36161

| P R O T R A Y E D B Y |

CaptainHooligan

So begins...

Kit Snider's Story

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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Duck left, Lean, left Body hook, right uppercut, left straight, right cross.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And then his phone went off.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He sent it away.

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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



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

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

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




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

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

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

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

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

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





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

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

Daily visit to brother? Check.

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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"Isn't working with me enough of a 'Hazard' for you B.?" Jae had a fun sense of humor that way, but for the most part, Bree 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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Kit relaxed a little once Jerry arrived, but she didnโ€™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 werenโ€™t relevant, her eyes on Nate, before they shifted back to Mister-Names-Arenโ€™t-Relevant as he began to tell what he wanted from them. Kitโ€™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? Sheโ€™d been around in business deals between her father, brothers, and their colleaguesโ€ฆthey 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 wasnโ€™t simple. There had to be a catchโ€ฆ
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 wouldnโ€™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 heโ€™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.โ€ 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.
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€
Kitโ€™s jaw clenched at Breeโ€™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 sellingโ€ฆthat 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 itโ€™d be squishedโ€ฆThen 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, itโ€™d mean sheโ€™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.

โ€œI can make him uncomfortable on the road, maybe mess with his car a little as well.โ€ 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 couldnโ€™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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Things were winding down in the meeting. Yays and neighs spread through out the room as well as threats and bargaining. She thought it was incredibly childish to do either when a client was asking so little and offering so much for the task. She inwardly rolled her eyes at Bree who was always a little more aggressive. The first time they met, she thought that it was all an act, but lately she was beginning to doubt that. She hadn't heard Derek move about the room, but definitely saw him as he appeared behind the man that she was batting her eyelashes at. She felt her phone vibrate a few times where it was tucked into her sports bra during their meeting. She pushed the client back into Derek who scared the crap out of the guy as he grabbed his shoulders.

She laughed flirtatiously, pulled out her phone, and took a picture. Afterwards, she flipped through her texts. The only one she bothered to respond to was Kit's. She bit her lip and looked up at the man from under her eyelashes as if she was writing something naughty when in reality she was just typing,

Black Cat Group Chat:
Count me in, Kit. You know I'm always up for a ride in your wheels.

She looked over at the girl and winked. Just another Siren act and not something that had come from Melody. Derek had signed "I'm in" earlier and now she was getting around to signing back "Good. I got your back." Derek then made his way to the doorway and motioned for Kit to follow. She decided now was probably the best time to leave. She still needed a shower. She felt another text cause her phone to vibrate and she pulled it out. It was from Derek. Let's regroup at headquarters. I have a plan. She shook her head and turned to the client.

"It was fantastic meeting you," She said, her hands roaming the man's chest. "I look forward to working for you." She leaned forward and planted a soft kiss on the man's scrubbly cheek before turning and strutting out, swinging her hips with each step. Once she was out of his view, she sighed and rolled her shoulders, once more Melody.

Man that's exhausting sometimes She walked out to where Derek was waiting in the car and leaned through the window to ruffle his hair. "You know I love you like a brother Derek, but this is headquarters. Where else are you thinking we meet?" She texted the group

Black Cat Group Chat:
I agree. I think the most effective way to do this is to work together.

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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."