Realistic or Modern Digital Silver (hiest based)(accepting)

[Lappi]

Inside of the safehouse, Rick was at his table planning the first gig for this gang. They have all know each other but now we going serious.
So Rick thought that since they are ready.
He called the gang to there over a group text. It read
'Got a job for all of you, come over soon'
He could have been more face to face with everyone but he figured it would be better to say the offer in person. This job was Important. If this didn't work out the. The funds for the next would never be met. So now he waited, putting his hands through his hair and hoping everyone comes. He would brief them once they all arrived. The guns and the plans were laid out. Ready to be used when they are needed.
D duegxybus
O Omen of Death
wickedlittlecritta
Kloudy
Myxyzptlk
Zambza

 

[Myxyzptlk]

"Huff... Hufff.. Hufff". John kept pounding his feet into the sand, rushing forward at full throttle. His combed hair continuously being blown back by the wind as he huffed and puffed. The burning of running at full sprint had reached the top of his thighs as he attempted to keep the ten foot lead he had been maintaining throughout the entire triathlon. At this point in time the finish line was a good fifty feet or so, the pressure in John's lungs was ever present as the triathlon reached it's end. Observers on the sidelines cheered as the contestants became visible. You would suspect John to have been on steroids due to his ability to stake out such a lead with his growing age but that was just how his motor functioned.

John felt his feet scrape the sand as he finished first in the triathlon. The sudden halt was met with a burning passion with every muscle in his body. John felt as if the very red flesh inside his skin would grow and tear the skin covering it. As soon as John rose to full stature however, the crowd began to roar in applause. Their viewing of this spectacle had their satisfactions played to a maximum. It was also important for the crowd to consider that their was no cash considerations for the triathlon event and that everyone there was doing it for the sheer sport of it.

"Hmmmmmph..." he exhaled as the other contestants began to scrap against the sand and reach their finish. John took three or so steps away from the finish line to allow room for the other competitors to reach the finish line. John could feel his head throbbing, his brain only allowing him to think about getting enough oxygen to maintain conscience. When he was able to think for himself, however, he began to think about his current predicament.

John owed a large sum to a certain angry mob boss due to an altercation that left a large part of his property laid to waste. The only way John could pay off such a debt was less than honorable. But this is how he would have to do it... With this in mind he made his way over to his items, which had been guarded by a security throughout the entire triathlon. "Name?" one of the security guards would speak out. "Hmmmpphhh..." his lungs still catching oxygen. "John Bellamey, thank you very much!.". The very brief interaction finished with the guard handing over a suitcase. John made his way towards one of the beach bath houses in order to change into a Ralph Polo Lauren shirt and some cargo shorts.

The car door slammed shut with a thud. John let out another sigh, the rate at which he breathed in had finally reached a stand-still. John slid out his smart phone and pressed his thumb down on the home button. A text had appeared in the middle of the screen reading "Got a job for all of you, come over soon." He wiped his palm across his face, rubbing his forehead. John met Richard a long time ago at a casino, John wasn't a gambler, he only went for some drinks. However, Richard had always allowed John for "opportunity" in big payouts. Recently, John had contacted Richard again in a long time, Richard was the only way John knew he would get out of his situation with the mob boss.

He flicked his wrist, the keys locking into place, the blue Mercedes Benz's engine starting into ignition. John would back the car out of the beach's parking lot and drive towards the warehouse in which Richard operated in. John would soon park into a vacant parking lot with nothing but Richard's car parked directly outside the warehouse. John took a solid glance towards the entrance door, the inside would be completely empty spare for a table which Richard laid out his plans. John exited his car, placing his car keys into his pocket and walking toward the warehouse exit.

John stopped as his hand was placed onto the doorknob. His wrist turned clockwise and pushed forward. John took a few steps inside as Richard came into full-view, the short and chubby man would stand over his table. "You called?" John blurted out. Familiarizing himself with the empty scenery and motioning towards Richard.

 

[Zambza]

Spoiler

Arve Nelsen sits on the bus, ear buds isolating him from the rest of the world. His gaze is downwards, hands in pockets. It's clear he wants to avoid social interaction during the ride. Not that it's common for strangers to start talking to you on public transport. Sane ones at least. Everyone had their own problems to worry. For most, it was money. Arve was not exception.

Got a job for all of you, come over soon.

'Rick' had contacted him. Contacted all of them. He got a job for him. Rick was... his fixer. Should he Arve need something, Rick would fix him right up. Money, jobs, places to stay, favors. Rick had it all. The southern hospitality as they say. But it ain't charity. Arve never dreamed of criminal career, the situation just started to escalate and now he has little options. It's global recess, nobody gets jobs these days. So he needs to job, it's payment. If anything else, so he can go a little bit longer without having to ask another favor from Rick. That man is like clay; warm and welcoming as you sink to it, but once you try to pull out, you are already too deep.

Arve gets off the bus at random stop and begins to head towards the safehouse. It's 25 minutes walk from there, but he enjoys walking, even in urban environment. It gives time to think. Air for your brain, though rather heavy on the lead and carbon around here.

A job.

Arve doesn't know who 'all of you' consist of, but it must be something bigger than regular 'briefcase exchange at empty parking lot' deal. Meeting up with the gang. Yeah, that doesn't make him sound like criminal at all. He sighs and shakes his head. Eventually Arve reaches the safehouse and spots a Benz on the parking lot. Someone had already arrived. Someone with a Benz. Rick's associate? Some professional? Arve walks pass the car and enters the building. Rick wasn't the type to need passwords or secret knocking. People walk on him accidentally only once at best.

 

[duegxybus]

Shirai Tsunekawa
"Ghost"​

Shirai was busy having fun in a bar, simple as that. Loud music blasted through the background, and Shirai was the center of attention. Standing in the middle of the darkened room, as the sweet smell of weed drafted around the dance floor, Shirai had her hands around the shoulders of some guy she didn't even know the name of. Either way, he was talking to her about things that she didn't necessarily get the hint about.
"Come on, you could stay to make me happier. Come, let's go to the back."

Shirai giggled, but then her phone vibrated in the pocket of her sparkly-sequined dress. She subtly pulled it out, still keeping one hand around this random man that she still didn't know the name of.

Rick Curry

them

Got a job for all of you, come over soon

A smile spread across Shirai's face as she read the text. She didn't bother responding, and pocketed her phone again. She looked ahead at the guy and smiled nervously.
"We'll meet again soon. I'll be back, later, um..."
"It's Vance."
"Right."

Shirai made her way to the exit of the bar and walked out, without looking back. She'd never want to see those people again. Sure, they were attractive enough, but they were boring. Shirai enjoyed thrill. And excitement. She walked down the street, grabbing her equipment bag as she made her way out.

After a few moments of walking, she arrived at the safehouse. She opened the door and walked in, not caring about the fact she was wearing the sparkly dress. She bowed towards Rick, then bowed to the two in the safehouse. She didn't get acquainted with them, and Shirai was very bad with names outside of a mission. "You requested an audience with 'all of you.' That includes me, doesn't it?" Shirai kept a straight face as she looked at Rick, but couldn't help but smile to see her old organizer. Crime was her life now.

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[Lappi]

"Huff... Hufff.. Hufff". John kept pounding his feet into the sand, rushing forward at full throttle. His combed hair continuously being blown back by the wind as he huffed and puffed. The burning of running at full sprint had reached the top of his thighs as he attempted to keep the ten foot lead he had been maintaining throughout the entire triathlon. At this point in time the finish line was a good fifty feet or so, the pressure in John's lungs was ever present as the triathlon reached it's end. Observers on the sidelines cheered as the contestants became visible. You would suspect John to have been on steroids due to his ability to stake out such a lead with his growing age but that was just how his motor functioned.

John felt his feet scrape the sand as he finished first in the triathlon. The sudden halt was met with a burning passion with every muscle in his body. John felt as if the very red flesh inside his skin would grow and tear the skin covering it. As soon as John rose to full stature however, the crowd began to roar in applause. Their viewing of this spectacle had their satisfactions played to a maximum. It was also important for the crowd to consider that their was no cash considerations for the triathlon event and that everyone there was doing it for the sheer sport of it.

"Hmmmmmph..." he exhaled as the other contestants began to scrap against the sand and reach their finish. John took three or so steps away from the finish line to allow room for the other competitors to reach the finish line. John could feel his head throbbing, his brain only allowing him to think about getting enough oxygen to maintain conscience. When he was able to think for himself, however, he began to think about his current predicament.

John owed a large sum to a certain angry mob boss due to an altercation that left a large part of his property laid to waste. The only way John could pay off such a debt was less than honorable. But this is how he would have to do it... With this in mind he made his way over to his items, which had been guarded by a security throughout the entire triathlon. "Name?" one of the security guards would speak out. "Hmmmpphhh..." his lungs still catching oxygen. "John Bellamey, thank you very much!.". The very brief interaction finished with the guard handing over a suitcase. John made his way towards one of the beach bath houses in order to change into a Ralph Polo Lauren shirt and some cargo shorts.

The car door slammed shut with a thud. John let out another sigh, the rate at which he breathed in had finally reached a stand-still. John slid out his smart phone and pressed his thumb down on the home button. A text had appeared in the middle of the screen reading "Got a job for all of you, come over soon." He wiped his palm across his face, rubbing his forehead. John met Richard a long time ago at a casino, John wasn't a gambler, he only went for some drinks. However, Richard had always allowed John for "opportunity" in big payouts. Recently, John had contacted Richard again in a long time, Richard was the only way John knew he would get out of his situation with the mob boss.

He flicked his wrist, the keys locking into place, the blue Mercedes Benz's engine starting into ignition. John would back the car out of the beach's parking lot and drive towards the warehouse in which Richard operated in. John would soon park into a vacant parking lot with nothing but Richard's car parked directly outside the warehouse. John took a solid glance towards the entrance door, the inside would be completely empty spare for a table which Richard laid out his plans. John exited his car, placing his car keys into his pocket and walking toward the warehouse exit.

John stopped as his hand was placed onto the doorknob. His wrist turned clockwise and pushed forward. John took a few steps inside as Richard came into full-view, the short and chubby man would stand over his table. "You called?" John blurted out. Familiarizing himself with the empty scenery and motioning towards Richard.

Rick turned to the door, seeing John walk into the wide open 'conference' room Rick made for this.
"Yes I did. I have the" he quickly corrects himself "Well a big one. I'll tell you the details when everyone else gets here." He looks back to the door And sees John walk In and Rick greets him with a wave of the hand. "Over her-" he is quickly interrupted by Shirai walking in.
"Both of you get over here. I'll start explaining while you 2 are here." He grabs a large rolled up sheet of paper. The blueprints immediately look boxy. Like large factory if one was experienced in that sort of thing.
"We all know about the silver disk. They hold hundreds of terabytes of transaction data. There is a factory holding a crate of them, t
Yada yada we need a plan. There are 2 ways we can do this. Sneak in and bust in, either one will work but both will be difficult."
He starts to move towards the left side of the table pulling a pencil from his back pocket. He draws a line at the east brick wall,
"If we were to go loud, we would blow a hole right here. And move In taking hostages, then just load it into the truck."
He goes to the opposite end of the table. If lgnoring anyone in his way.
"If we go stealth. Then we sneak in, use a hand truck to get the crate out and then drive off" he claps his hands together and hums
"So out of the people here, what is the choice"
Kloudy
wickedlittlecritta
(Niether of you have posted yet)

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

"Sucks to suck," Cris said not looking up from her rubix cube. She had a cup of bad espresso going cold on the table in front of her, and a man sitting across from her fuming. "I don't know what you're mad about. I sold you the painting."

"It's a forgery," he spat.

"Sucks to suck," Cris repeated, who had been the one to forge it. "I don't know what you want me to do about it."

He started yelling again, but Cris' phone vibrated in her pocket. She fished it out and checked her text messages.

"Well, this has been fun, but I have to go," she said, and set the completed rubix cube down on top of a ten dollar bill for the coffee. "See you never, I hope," she added, and left.

Her matte black BMW waited for her in the street, and Cris fired it up and went to join the others at Rick's latest hide out. At least one other person was already there--Cris parked near, but not right next to, a Mercedes--and she headed into the meeting area, pausing in the doorway to listen to Rick.

"Stealth gives us more getaway time," Cris said. "Unless you're trying to send a message to somebody, I really don't see a benefit to going in loud."

(Sorry this took so long, work this weekend was busy.)

 

[Lappi]

@Zamza D duegxybus Myxyzptlk
(You guyz post. also im going through a expulsion court and im currently suspended so im going to be on less. Just thought this was important)

 

[Zambza]

That's it? Ricks presentation leaves Arve astounded. Of course, the job is big, huge. Even without deeper knowledge, Arve knows transaction data on rights hands is worth fortunes. And they are going to steal terabytes of it. They pull this off, they are set for good, for live even. If they pull it off.

The plan... well there wasn't a plan. Arve wasn't criminal mastermind or strategist, but what Rick said sounded so... middle school kid. That factory must be guarded, full of surveillance, gated off from unauthorized entries. No one is just going to waltz in and walk out with the disks. Sneak in? How? Unless Rick has prepared fake IDs, pass permits, figured out work schedules, guard changes, production details, crate numbers and for some reason has decided to keep all this hidden from them for now, he can't see how on earth they are going to pull that one off.

During that thought progress it occurs to Arve that they are most likely going to steal clean, empty data disks rather than used, filled ones, which makes the job sound a bit easier, given that the target is technology company rather than financial corporate. He is little shamed for letting his mind to jump to such conclusions, but it also rises more questions. What are they going to do with them? Sell them? Are they that rare in practice despite all the tech hype surrounding them.

The other option doesn't make him excited either. Going loud. Arve is in this only for the money, the idea of weapons and explosives doesn't sit well with him. Big, flashy, with potential injuries and victims. Crossing that line would make him real criminal, wanted fugitive. He really needs to consider does he want to go through that and is it already too late to back up.

"It can't be as simple as you make it sound. I'm not comfortable choosing with so little info." The Muscle says, refusing to make the decision yet.

 

[Lappi]

That's it? Ricks presentation leaves Arve astounded. Of course, the job is big, huge. Even without deeper knowledge, Arve knows transaction data on rights hands is worth fortunes. And they are going to steal terabytes of it. They pull this off, they are set for good, for live even. If they pull it off.

The plan... well there wasn't a plan. Arve wasn't criminal mastermind or strategist, but what Rick said sounded so... middle school kid. That factory must be guarded, full of surveillance, gated off from unauthorized entries. No one is just going to waltz in and walk out with the disks. Sneak in? How? Unless Rick has prepared fake IDs, pass permits, figured out work schedules, guard changes, production details, crate numbers and for some reason has decided to keep all this hidden from them for now, he can't see how on earth they are going to pull that one off.

During that thought progress it occurs to Arve that they are most likely going to steal clean, empty data disks rather than used, filled ones, which makes the job sound a bit easier, given that the target is technology company rather than financial corporate. He is little shamed for letting his mind to jump to such conclusions, but it also rises more questions. What are they going to do with them? Sell them? Are they that rare in practice despite all the tech hype surrounding them.

The other option doesn't make him excited either. Going loud. Arve is in this only for the money, the idea of weapons and explosives doesn't sit well with him. Big, flashy, with potential injuries and victims. Crossing that line would make him real criminal, wanted fugitive. He really needs to consider does he want to go through that and is it already too late to back up.

"It can't be as simple as you make it sound. I'm not comfortable choosing with so little info." The Muscle says, refusing to make the decision yet.

Rick sighs "More info is fair enough." He takes his pencil and goes to the doors on the container holding area, outside holding areas. He draws a arrow going to the door to a small checkpoint. "The guard in this isolated checkpoint has a key card. you can use that to get in. Otherwise you will have to figure it out, You will be supplied with tri-dagger knives for silent takedowns. If we do this stealth then we do this fast. It will not be some action movie shit, its going to be bloody and fast." He goes silent, his eyes going deadly amounts of grim. He looks down each person there. trying to see if each of them is open to the task

Rick sighs and draws another line on the road leading to the storage facility "I need someone to set up a snag for any cars incase this is blown"
"And incase any of you are wandering, we will have my man hack the disk and sell the info across the dark web."
"Were going to get serious tonight, If you are not ready for this leave now and you will have no harm come to you. This is your last chance." He points to the door
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[Myxyzptlk]

A series of moderate paced claps would begin to follow. John slapping the palms of his hands together, reddening in color as he smacked the two together. His clammy hands sticking together like glue before being suctioned off and removed. John would cease the action. "Fucks sake, Rick you could at least give us some silenced guns... What good is a heist if I'm playing with shooting stars!.". John had no choice either way, he was going to follow through on the heist and Richard knew that. But at the least John felt that Rick could supply him with a little more then some "tri-daggers".

John rubbed his forehead in anxiety. Comes with age John supposed but even then this plan was little comfort to his already tough situation. Surely a factory that produces discs that can set one for life is guarded by more then what a few tri-daggers could deal with. John fidgeted a bit, His eyes peeling down the blueprint and back up towards Rick. The others must have had some sort of concerns with the heist. It seemed like it required too much improvising to the objective rather then a series of steps with an air of uncertainty around it. This plan was just uncertain, it did not seem too well thought out but John only thought about what he'd do to get to the discs.

John could not come to a conclusion in his train of thought and therefore brought his mind back to the present. "I'll hot-wire you some cars Rick... Just, come up with a little more then that...". John did not want to think about the concerns of the future. He paced in a circle a good five feet away from the others. John glanced at Arve a few times while he paced around, the plan did not seem to sit quite well with him either. John not quite sure which unsettled him most, the lack of planning, the narrow options, or both. Whatever, it did not matter right now.

John discontinued his random pacing, his mind blank of his worries. All of this for a debt he owes to a mob-boss, cheap plan. Cheap equipment, new blood. What could go wrong at this point, there was nothing for John to lose. His family came to mind, there was not many options to balance the costs and benefits for John but he'd probably cause some grief to them if he were to perish in some organized crime scheme gone awry. John shook his head, "Fuck it, Rick, I'm in.". John stated blatantly.

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[duegxybus]

Shirai Tsunekawa
"Ghost"​

Shirai raised an eyebrow as Rick mentioned tri-dagger knives. She memorized the information regarding the mission (which, there wasn't much to begin with) before reaching into the pocket of her dress. Yes, her dress had pockets. She was that utilitarian. She extracted three suppressors and tossed one in the general direction of the other man in the room (John). "Suppressed pistols still have a sound of approximately thirty to fifty decibels, so, fire sparingly." She gave a half-smile before turning back to the fixer-upper, Rick.

Her eyes narrowed slightly and her expression snapped to serious. "I think the mission is a go. Count me in as well." As she casually noted herself a part of the mission, she looked in her bag. Inside was just what she was looking for. A proper change of clothes. Or, in this case, a disguise.

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[wickedlittlecritta]

Cris raised an eyebrow at the mention of tri daggers. They were for causing pain, and she wasn't sure why Rick was giving them a maiming weapon when they were going for stealth. Hell, she wasn't quite sure why anybody was assuming they were going to have to do a lot of murder in the first place. "We're moving a crate, yeah? Who has access to that area? Can we steal or forge credentials to get a couple of us in instead? Once we start offing people, we might as well have just gone in with bombs, honestly."

She moved into the room and sat at the table, moving one of the chairs around to sit on it backwards. "If there's reason to think it's going to be so bloody anyway, then there's no point in trying to keep quiet." It felt like maybe Rick wasn't giving them all the information, especially with the way he seemed to be pushing them to walk.

 

[Lappi]

Cris raised an eyebrow at the mention of tri daggers. They were for causing pain, and she wasn't sure why Rick was giving them a maiming weapon when they were going for stealth. Hell, she wasn't quite sure why anybody was assuming they were going to have to do a lot of murder in the first place. "We're moving a crate, yeah? Who has access to that area? Can we steal or forge credentials to get a couple of us in instead? Once we start offing people, we might as well have just gone in with bombs, honestly."

She moved into the room and sat at the table, moving one of the chairs around to sit on it backwards. "If there's reason to think it's going to be so bloody anyway, then there's no point in trying to keep quiet." It felt like maybe Rick wasn't giving them all the information, especially with the way he seemed to be pushing them to walk.

Rick nodded at her. he handed her a file from underneath the table, it was thick and had a bunch of printed off credentials. "Look at this file for all possible people who can enter. Honestly i was too lazy, im not exactly a stealth genius. If you want to take over the briefing the go ahead. but i dont have a lot to work with. I have contacts but this is a small job. Its a warehouse, with only a few crates of precious cargo. But bombs are cost effective and easy to make, and guns are easy to buy off the blackmarket. Stealth equip-" He sees the suppressors on the counter being flung down. "That would help..."

A series of moderate paced claps would begin to follow. John slapping the palms of his hands together, reddening in color as he smacked the two together. His clammy hands sticking together like glue before being suctioned off and removed. John would cease the action. "Fucks sake, Rick you could at least give us some silenced guns... What good is a heist if I'm playing with shooting stars!.". John had no choice either way, he was going to follow through on the heist and Richard knew that. But at the least John felt that Rick could supply him with a little more then some "tri-daggers".

John rubbed his forehead in anxiety. Comes with age John supposed but even then this plan was little comfort to his already tough situation. Surely a factory that produces discs that can set one for life is guarded by more then what a few tri-daggers could deal with. John fidgeted a bit, His eyes peeling down the blueprint and back up towards Rick. The others must have had some sort of concerns with the heist. It seemed like it required too much improvising to the objective rather then a series of steps with an air of uncertainty around it. This plan was just uncertain, it did not seem too well thought out but John only thought about what he'd do to get to the discs.

John could not come to a conclusion in his train of thought and therefore brought his mind back to the present. "I'll hot-wire you some cars Rick... Just, come up with a little more then that...". John did not want to think about the concerns of the future. He paced in a circle a good five feet away from the others. John glanced at Arve a few times while he paced around, the plan did not seem to sit quite well with him either. John not quite sure which unsettled him most, the lack of planning, the narrow options, or both. Whatever, it did not matter right now.

John discontinued his random pacing, his mind blank of his worries. All of this for a debt he owes to a mob-boss, cheap plan. Cheap equipment, new blood. What could go wrong at this point, there was nothing for John to lose. His family came to mind, there was not many options to balance the costs and benefits for John but he'd probably cause some grief to them if he were to perish in some organized crime scheme gone awry. John shook his head, "Fuck it, Rick, I'm in.". John stated blatantly.

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"Im glad to hear it John. But its worth mentioning im not giving you all the information for a reason. But im barely getting cut. 5% at the most, 50% is going to a future 'investment' account and 45% is to be split among the gang."
Rick grabs his head. with one hand, leaning onto it and sitting down on the chair next to him "I usually dont do this, but im going to be in this mission, The plan is half baked. Im going to need to be there. I just heard about this a day ago. The crate is going to shipped away tomorrow. We have to do this fast, and we cant be identified" Rick goes quite for a moment, he doesnt want to say any more, but thats for the reason that he simply doesn't know. But he would never admit it
Now since some of you need more information, ill tell you what i know. There's a fuckton of guards. There, there's a hackable keycard reader, and once your in you can access anything you want...." His face it a bit red. Hes obviously irritated.

"You all know me, im usually not this unprofessional. But you also know i wont risk my ass if i wasn't worried. so here, this is all i could get in very short notice" Rick straightens up and stands back up and walks back to the back of the room grabbing a cloth suitcase. it has light bullet proof vest in stacks and balaclavas. Along with the tri knives he talked about. Illegal by the Geneva Convention, Why did he get these. Simple, jam in the neck, leave them to die and they cant say a work. It practically kills on its own time.
"Now that

 

[Lappi]

Rick nodded at her. he handed her a file from underneath the table, it was thick and had a bunch of printed off credentials. "Look at this file for all possible people who can enter. Honestly i was too lazy, im not exactly a stealth genius. If you want to take over the briefing the go ahead. but i dont have a lot to work with. I have contacts but this is a small job. Its a warehouse, with only a few crates of precious cargo. But bombs are cost effective and easy to make, and guns are easy to buy off the blackmarket. Stealth equip-" He sees the suppressors on the counter being flung down. "That would help..."


"Im glad to hear it John. But its worth mentioning im not giving you all the information for a reason. But im barely getting cut. 5% at the most, 50% is going to a future 'investment' account and 45% is to be split among the gang."
Rick grabs his head. with one hand, leaning onto it and sitting down on the chair next to him "I usually dont do this, but im going to be in this mission, The plan is half baked. Im going to need to be there. I just heard about this a day ago. The crate is going to shipped away tomorrow. We have to do this fast, and we cant be identified" Rick goes quite for a moment, he doesnt want to say any more, but thats for the reason that he simply doesn't know. But he would never admit it
Now since some of you need more information, ill tell you what i know. There's a fuckton of guards. There, there's a hackable keycard reader, and once your in you can access anything you want...." His face it a bit red. Hes obviously irritated.

"You all know me, im usually not this unprofessional. But you also know i wont risk my ass if i wasn't worried. so here, this is all i could get in very short notice" Rick straightens up and stands back up and walks back to the back of the room grabbing a cloth suitcase. it has light bullet proof vest in stacks and balaclavas. Along with the tri knives he talked about. Illegal by the Geneva Convention, Why did he get these. Simple, jam in the neck, leave them to die and they cant say a work. It practically kills on its own time.
"Now that

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[Zambza]

Yeah, red flags were going off in Arve's mind. It can't be just him being overcareful, right? This whole thing stinks more than his uncles fishery. Less than a day of prep time, hole filled plan, improvisation, boss joining on the field? What is this, this summer's blockbuster?

Thankfully it seems he isn't the only sane one. Others express their doubts as well. And stray from bloodbath. Least misanthropic psychos are avoided on the casting. And who is he then? Snarky sidekick? Arve shakes the off-railing thoughts and focuses on the reality before him. Ralph Polo over there gives nervous aura and didn't oppose shooting the place down. Bit worrying combination, Arve notes. He doesn't know Rick's regulars that well, mostly he goes punching some guy in the face when Rick tells him so. Dress carries spare suppressors on her dress. Not sure what to think about that. Suit is most against needless slaughter. Or so he hopes her sarcastic tone is intended. They are real deal after all. Arve feels like a pike on a shark tank.

I have my man hack the disc and sell the info.

Rick's words return to his mind. There is something off, and not just with the plan. Too suspicious, things just don't add up. Arve glances at Rick with blaming glare before walking over the blueprint as if to find answers there.

"I don't like this. That's how I feel. If we do this silent, I'm in. But I don't want a grainy CCTV picture of my face plastered next to mass murder headlines."

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

Cris accepted the files and thumbed through them. "I have one more question," she said, trying to come up with a plan less likely to get them all killed an arrested. "If it's going to be so difficult to get these disks, what about them, specifically, is so important? What data do they have that makes getting them worth all this risk?" Rick wasn't stupid, and if he was trying to rush a job, it had to be worth it.

So she was nosey. Sue her.

 

[Lappi]

Yeah, red flags were going off in Arve's mind. It can't be just him being overcareful, right? This whole thing stinks more than his uncles fishery. Less than a day of prep time, hole filled plan, improvisation, boss joining on the field? What is this, this summer's blockbuster?

Thankfully it seems he isn't the only sane one. Others express their doubts as well. And stray from bloodbath. Least misanthropic psychos are avoided on the casting. And who is he then? Snarky sidekick? Arve shakes the off-railing thoughts and focuses on the reality before him. Ralph Polo over there gives nervous aura and didn't oppose shooting the place down. Bit worrying combination, Arve notes. He doesn't know Rick's regulars that well, mostly he goes punching some guy in the face when Rick tells him so. Dress carries spare suppressors on her dress. Not sure what to think about that. Suit is most against needless slaughter. Or so he hopes her sarcastic tone is intended. They are real deal after all. Arve feels like a pike on a shark tank.

I have my man hack the disc and sell the info.

Rick's words return to his mind. There is something off, and not just with the plan. Too suspicious, things just don't add up. Arve glances at Rick with blaming glare before walking over the blueprint as if to find answers there.

"I don't like this. That's how I feel. If we do this silent, I'm in. But I don't want a grainy CCTV picture of my face plastered next to mass murder headlines."

Cris accepted the files and thumbed through them. "I have one more question," she said, trying to come up with a plan less likely to get them all killed an arrested. "If it's going to be so difficult to get these disks, what about them, specifically, is so important? What data do they have that makes getting them worth all this risk?" Rick wasn't stupid, and if he was trying to rush a job, it had to be worth it.

So she was nosey. Sue her.

Rick looked up from the desk to talk to Arve. Gods pocket knife couldn't cut the tension between the two at this point. Rick wanted to tell him off, to tell him to get out if he didnt like it. After all he is a criminal, and to make a a fortune you need to put a few people underneath the bus... or well river at this point.
"God gave us zip-ties for that answer. If we hit them fast then we shouldn't need to murder anyone. You watch too many movies, If were going to do this its going to be messy, there going to be mistakes but we stand to gain millions from this. If your rich the repercussions dont matter. If your going to work with us, you either need to be skilled enough to handle a small plan or gain that skill really quick"
Rick is displeased at this point, like he could just reach over and snap his neck at any point. But he doesnt, he stays calm. A trait he gained through this business. But either way he almost ignored the fact he not only told off Arve but is ignoring his wishes.
"Were going to try to keep it quite, but we are going to keep a plan B. Be prepared to go loud. How does that sound? Unless we get someone else with a better plan"
Rick takes a moment to calm down then turns to Cris.
He looks to Cris after she exclaims her question and he was done talking to Arve, "Im glad you asked, Transaction data. Credit cards, bank accounts, and data that can be used to extort, such as embarrassing purchases from a senator or a purchase that a mayor made. These disk arent too valuable on their own, but there is so much data on them that it makes up for the low amount. When i say "So much" i mean 10 TB per disk of pure transactions. and like i said, Its being moved out tomorrow by boat."
Rick goes to the blueprint again.
Why did i ever get into this work? Rick ponders while picking up a bullet proof vest from the bag slipping it on like a sweater vest.
"Im already wanted enough to not care about a balaclava. If you want to you can."
Rick looks at his gold watch, its about a quarter till 7. its going to be dark soon anyways. "Its best if you guys who want to make some money stay here.
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(Sorry if this post is worse than the others or if they all have been for a while. I have been sick for a while. It sucks.)

 

[wickedlittlecritta]

Satisfied that the loot was worth the effort, Cris turned her line of questioning to more practical matters. "How heavy is the crate? If one or two people can carry it, we'll only need to send a little group in, and then have another with a vehicle to pick it up. And then maybe a few people for cover." It might not be a very fun job, but it was starting to seem doable. "Shirai could get in, at least. Right?" Cris asked. Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "Do you have anything lined up for transport out?" Depending on the size of the crate, they could probably grab a van, or even something smaller and faster, fairly easily, and then dump it the first chance they got.