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She would arrive in Rhode Island in the early hours of the morning. Before the sun rose, before the birds began to sing.
Bella would step out onto the terminal floor. She would look through the windows of the airport, and sigh in relief. She never liked flying, but the business opportunity was too good to pass up. The short girl would make her way through the airport, eventually finding some poor cab, which she talked into a charge-free ride. She stared at her phone, at the message that Hayes had sent her a week prior. 9:30 in the morning..probably shoulda gotten here yesterday. She giggled to herself softly. She knew she was going to be tired, but it wouldn't prevent her from hearing what Hayes has to say. He had taken the trouble to find her, so it must be good.
Bella's mind would race at the many opportunities that were likely to be laid before her. She wondered what would come of this meeting, and wondered if it were actually maybe just a social call. A part of her would talk back, telling her that if it were anything, it was likely a branch of organized crime. Truly, it was all she knew anymore. The car stopped, and the driver looked behind him, wishing her a good day. She would smile at him, and step out of the cab, staring at the door to the address she had been given. 101 Ocean's ave. She would inhale, and head towards the door. Upon reaching it, she would knock a couple of times. She always thought of doorbells to be rude, with how loud they were. A part of her began to question if she had the right address, but she knew Hayes. He wouldn't misinform her. She just didn't want to confront some random person.
Bella would step out onto the terminal floor. She would look through the windows of the airport, and sigh in relief. She never liked flying, but the business opportunity was too good to pass up. The short girl would make her way through the airport, eventually finding some poor cab, which she talked into a charge-free ride. She stared at her phone, at the message that Hayes had sent her a week prior. 9:30 in the morning..probably shoulda gotten here yesterday. She giggled to herself softly. She knew she was going to be tired, but it wouldn't prevent her from hearing what Hayes has to say. He had taken the trouble to find her, so it must be good.
Bella's mind would race at the many opportunities that were likely to be laid before her. She wondered what would come of this meeting, and wondered if it were actually maybe just a social call. A part of her would talk back, telling her that if it were anything, it was likely a branch of organized crime. Truly, it was all she knew anymore. The car stopped, and the driver looked behind him, wishing her a good day. She would smile at him, and step out of the cab, staring at the door to the address she had been given. 101 Ocean's ave. She would inhale, and head towards the door. Upon reaching it, she would knock a couple of times. She always thought of doorbells to be rude, with how loud they were. A part of her began to question if she had the right address, but she knew Hayes. He wouldn't misinform her. She just didn't want to confront some random person.
Letranger
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There is nothing out of the ordinary about 101 Ocean's ave, but there is nothing ordinary about it either.
A typical, upper middle-class home; big and expensive looking. Not quite a mansion, but not modest in the slightest. The four-car garage would be humorous if not justified by the square footage of the property. Though expensive, the exterior has a homey quality about it. Dark wood colors prevail in a Tudor fashion. There are so many trees surrounding it that you could say it's embedded within its own personal forest.
The short girl appears comically tiny walking up to its immense door. A security camera stares her down for the better half of five minutes. If she looked back, she'd see trees. And more trees.
Suddenly a click is heard, followed by several more. The door opens to reveal Ian Hayes. He's in a suit of a warm, caramel color.
"My, you're early," he says. There's a hint of Scott in his accent. "It's good to see you again. I'm glad you could make it. Better yet, you're the first one here." He gestures the door open, inviting her into its chic interior. He also appears to be surveying the surrounding area. He is expecting more people, but it seems more likely he's checking if she was followed.
A typical, upper middle-class home; big and expensive looking. Not quite a mansion, but not modest in the slightest. The four-car garage would be humorous if not justified by the square footage of the property. Though expensive, the exterior has a homey quality about it. Dark wood colors prevail in a Tudor fashion. There are so many trees surrounding it that you could say it's embedded within its own personal forest.
The short girl appears comically tiny walking up to its immense door. A security camera stares her down for the better half of five minutes. If she looked back, she'd see trees. And more trees.
Suddenly a click is heard, followed by several more. The door opens to reveal Ian Hayes. He's in a suit of a warm, caramel color.
"My, you're early," he says. There's a hint of Scott in his accent. "It's good to see you again. I'm glad you could make it. Better yet, you're the first one here." He gestures the door open, inviting her into its chic interior. He also appears to be surveying the surrounding area. He is expecting more people, but it seems more likely he's checking if she was followed.
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The first thing Désirée did when she stepped out of the Centre pénitentiaire de Rennes was close her eyes, letting the warmth of the sun wash over her skin. Sure, she had felt the sun plenty while in the courtyard. But there was something about the way the rays felt on the face of a free woman that was so good. After a minute or two, the guard standing next to her cleared his throat. Désirée smiled, opened her eyes, and nodded in understanding. She continued to walk along the paved pathway until they reached the large chain-link fence that had been separating her from the rest of the world for five years. The guard proceeded to unlock the gate, then stepped away and gestured for Désirée to leave. Taking a deep breath, she nodded and walked through the opening.
On the other side of the fence, leaning against the passenger side door of his cherry red 1972 Citroën DS, was her Uncle Max. His long hair, grayer than she remembered, was pulled back into a ponytail. He this thick mustache had turned into an even thicker goatee. His body was less muscular and more plump. But despite all these differences, he was still the same Uncle Max that helped her discover her love for cars.
As he held his arms out, Désirée felt herself running into them. Burying her face in his chest, she took in the scent of motor oil and citrus cologne - a smell that she had grew so fond of over the course of her childhood. Finally pulling away, her uncle looked down at her with mischief in his eyes. Pulling an envelope out of his back pocket, he handed it to his niece without saying anything. Désirée took the envelope into her hands, looking up at her uncle with curious eyes. He nodded in encouragement. She opened it, pulling out a letter and eagerly reading every word. When she looked back to her uncle, he smiled and placed one of his large hands on her cheek.
"Make me proud, mon petit colibri."
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As Désirée's cab pulled up to 101 Ocean's Avenue, she could feel her chest tightening with anticipation and nervousness. She hadn't driven a car in five years, and what this Ian fellow had said in his letter sounded promising and exciting and dangerous - and she couldn't wait. Thanking her cab driver, she paid him and stepped out into the crisp Rhode Island air. Already standing at the front door was a woman about Désirée's age, looking up at whom she could only assume was Ian. Tightening her grip on her bag, Désirée made her way towards the house. As she got closer, she called out to them both.
"Bonjour!"
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She turned, and smiled. "How're you, love?."
She released her breath, and walked through the door as to let the other lady through. She would look around at the elegant interior. It was most certainly better living than she'd been doing. But she's had a tendency to burn things down. Or, at least that's what everybody else says. She chuckled to herself, and turned.
"You've got quite the security. I guess it's natural with a house like this?." She tilted her head slightly to look up at him. She examined his features, as it has been a while since she'd last seen him. Taking note of his closed-off body language. She's always had a tendency to read people, yet she never realized how she does it automatically. "What's the time?." She would start to bubble up with excitement. This is really happening. "Am I asking too many questions?." She would say with a smile on her face, before giggling and looking down. She seemed to have a lot of energy built up. It was most likely the long flight, she's usually more..put together than this. She looked to the two, realizing how she was acting, and took a breath. "What now?."
She released her breath, and walked through the door as to let the other lady through. She would look around at the elegant interior. It was most certainly better living than she'd been doing. But she's had a tendency to burn things down. Or, at least that's what everybody else says. She chuckled to herself, and turned.
"You've got quite the security. I guess it's natural with a house like this?." She tilted her head slightly to look up at him. She examined his features, as it has been a while since she'd last seen him. Taking note of his closed-off body language. She's always had a tendency to read people, yet she never realized how she does it automatically. "What's the time?." She would start to bubble up with excitement. This is really happening. "Am I asking too many questions?." She would say with a smile on her face, before giggling and looking down. She seemed to have a lot of energy built up. It was most likely the long flight, she's usually more..put together than this. She looked to the two, realizing how she was acting, and took a breath. "What now?."
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Désirée quietly thanked the woman for letting her into the house first, following Ian into his elegant foyer. As the other woman rambled off questions, Désirée stood back and took in her surroundings. The house was far nicer than any she had ever lived in. And after spending five years in prison, it felt like a palace. She traced her finger lightly over a table that was pushed up against the wall. She looked in the mirror that hung above it, taking in her appearance. It was the first time she'd worn makeup that wasn't made out of coffee grounds or Kool-Aid in years, and she almost didn't recognize herself.
Turning back to the other two people in the room, Désirée came to find that the other girl was still spewing out questions like a curious schoolgirl. Ian couldn't even get an answer in before she would ask something else. Finding herself becoming slightly annoyed at the girl's enthusiasm, Désirée felt herself rolling her eyes. While she was excited, she was never one to be overzealous or talkative - and this girl seemed to be the exact opposite. She wondered what her position in this crew was.
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Cass Kovacs
The Burglar
Finding the woman who called herself Cassandra Aisling Kovacs wasn't an easy feat. It had been three years since her third (and most recent prison escape). In those years (and the years following her previous escapes) she had learned enough of the skills to keep herself from being caught again. Her current abode was a small apartment above a bakery located in the Swiss Alps. The spot was beautiful, picturesque didn't even begin to describe the landscape of mountains, lake and forest land that was spread out in front of her. But Cass wasn't a tourist, she was a thief. A catburglar to be exact and one who specialised into sneaking into seemingly inaccessible places and making off with whatever unfortunates valuables were in there. She worked for commission, but also did her own work, for no other reason than the fact she found it fun.
She arrived back to find the letter lying on the worn rug that called itself a welcome mat. It was a black envelope, thick fancy paper. Picking it up in her gloved hands Cass turned it over, there were no identifying marks, not even a name. But it was for her. She ran her dagger along the envelope, severing the strands of glue. A letter and a passport fell out. The letter was typed, no give aways in the handwriting. Her grey-blue eyes flickered as she read the letter. An offer. A job, and a seemingly lucrative one at that. Yet it also read like a psychiatrist's analysis of her. Unnerving, yet intriguing. An address in Rhode Island, United States. She had no reputation there, she never worked in the US. Cass stuck to Asia, with the occasional venture like this one into Europe or Australia. She took up the passport, the photo of her was old, an edited mug shot, but unmistakably her. The fake name made Cass' eyes widen, blood draining slightly from her face.
Within two hours Cass was gone, and booked onto a flight from Geneva Airport to JFK with a lay over for refuelling in Reykjavík.
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The arranged meeting place was surrounded by trees, tall, old trees, their branches stretching skywards, grasping for some unattainable goal. She drove up the drive, the black Kawasaki motorbike rumbling underneath her. Cass had scoped out as much of the place as she could the night before. Which wasn't saying much, the trees made seeing anything impossible, and Cass didn't wish to set off any security systems. If this was the person who had found her, she had no doubt that she was being watched as she drove the stolen bike up the fmsriveway and towards the house. Or more rightfully a MacMansion, the kind of place Cass could never afford, but loved breaking into.
She swerved the bike to a stop by the entrance. There were two other women entering the house, and an older man gesturing them in. Cass pulled off the helmet and tucked it under one arm, slinging the backpack over her shoulders and made her way towards the house. Cass cut a distinctive figure. Her body was lithe, clad in black trousers, a dark green t-shirt and the leather biker jacket. Her hair was black, cut short enough that it stood on end of its own accord. Her face was narrow and angular, with high cheekbones and eyes that suggested the vaguest hint of Asian heritage. Her converse-clad feet made next to no sound as she ascended to the door, she flicked her wrist around and checked the battered divers watch- 9:30 exactly. "I'm Kovacs, but you already know that." She addressed the man in perfect English, with no hint of an accent.
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"I'm-" Ian tried, yet failed.
"Well-"
"It's-"
He smiled. This wasn't the mafia scene. These two young ladies didn't strike him as hard-shelled criminals. Though a quiet man, he has no qualms with excitement. In fact he works best when there's an overture of things going on at once. This is how he's had to be to maintain his career. It's all he knows. Right before he could finally get a word in, he was interrupted by the engine clatter of Cass's bike. He glanced at his watch. He glanced at his watch. Perfect timing. Of course, the men will be tardy- if they show at all.
"Impeccable timing, Kovacs," he said with a grin. "I didn't expect anything less." As soon as they walk in the house, it's apparent just how massive it is. A wide staircase leads up into a second floor cluttered with rooms. He herded the women into a living room armed with donuts, coffee, tea and other miscellaneous goodies. "At the risk of repeating myself, I'm going to save the lecture until the team's all here. You can introduce yourselves, but I'm just going to introduce you later, so you may save your breath if you wish." He clasped his hands. "Any questions? Preferably one at a time, per person, yes?"
"Well-"
"It's-"
He smiled. This wasn't the mafia scene. These two young ladies didn't strike him as hard-shelled criminals. Though a quiet man, he has no qualms with excitement. In fact he works best when there's an overture of things going on at once. This is how he's had to be to maintain his career. It's all he knows. Right before he could finally get a word in, he was interrupted by the engine clatter of Cass's bike. He glanced at his watch. He glanced at his watch. Perfect timing. Of course, the men will be tardy- if they show at all.
"Impeccable timing, Kovacs," he said with a grin. "I didn't expect anything less." As soon as they walk in the house, it's apparent just how massive it is. A wide staircase leads up into a second floor cluttered with rooms. He herded the women into a living room armed with donuts, coffee, tea and other miscellaneous goodies. "At the risk of repeating myself, I'm going to save the lecture until the team's all here. You can introduce yourselves, but I'm just going to introduce you later, so you may save your breath if you wish." He clasped his hands. "Any questions? Preferably one at a time, per person, yes?"
quesadilla
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She would open her mouth, yet shut it again. She seems to have calmed herself, now sipping on coffee to keep herself busy. She silently examined the other women in the room, she would then avert her gaze to Ian. She instead would answer all of her questions in her mind with assumptions. She figured she was beginning to get annoying, seeing as this was pretty much the most social interaction she's had in a while. The guards at the prison weren't the last unfortunate souls to have crossed her, she's almost made a living off of her unusual carelessness of the human life.
She began to wonder what the other two's roles were. Yet she knew that if they were here, they were good. She would sip her coffee again, and smile behind the cup. She knew something big was going to happen, but she hadn't the slightest clue of what it was. She didn't dare open her mouth again, lest she wanted the contents of her ever-racing mind to be spilled out to everyone. That was her thing; talking. Manipulating the mind, distractions. Yet she'd always specialized in chemistry. Toxins, toxic gasses, and not to mention her favorite, fire.
She began to wonder what the other two's roles were. Yet she knew that if they were here, they were good. She would sip her coffee again, and smile behind the cup. She knew something big was going to happen, but she hadn't the slightest clue of what it was. She didn't dare open her mouth again, lest she wanted the contents of her ever-racing mind to be spilled out to everyone. That was her thing; talking. Manipulating the mind, distractions. Yet she'd always specialized in chemistry. Toxins, toxic gasses, and not to mention her favorite, fire.
Achilles676
Meme Thief
RILEY STINNETT
The first thing Riley did when he was released from the California State Prison after six long years of incarceration was to find Eric's grave. He spent an hour there talking to his best friend's headstone but when he was done, left no evidence of a visitor. The walk from the cemetery to Riley's home they had built would take a bit over four hours but he needed to clear him head and decided calling someone for a ride would be too much of a hastle.
By the time he finally reached the top of his driveway the clock neared four. Riley got his door unlocked at stepped into the big, empty house to find nothing out of the ordinary and sat moved to sit in his favorite chair. An envelope sat on the small table next to it, but it went unnoticed for a few minutes. Once it was finally detected, Riley picked it up apprehensively and opened it. He had to read over it multiple times to truly grasp the information being delivered to him but once he did he began gathering what he would need for the trip and making calls.
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The flight had taken less than ten hours but it had felt like a lifetime. A contact from Boston picked Riley up at the airport, gave him a pistol and a knife for a few dollars, and dropped the mountain of a man off a quarter mile down the road from 101 Ocean's Ave. Riley's pace was fast and quiet, the walk only taking a few minutes, and once the house came into view he stopped inside the tree line to observe for a moment. The motorcycle in the driveway meant that at least one other person was already here but that was to be expected. You can't have a crew of one man after all. Well, usually.
Feeling that the location was relatively secure and not spotting anyone outside Riley moved swiftly to the front door and knocked loudly three times before opening it and announcing himself.
"Riley Stinnett coming in, don't fuckin' shoot me." It was a bit sardonic but it was also better to be straightforward than to sneak up on a bunch of criminal types. Riley walks into the living room, shutting the door behind him and making sure his steps are obviously heard, and looks around at the four people he would be working with before giving a slight wave of his hand and leaning against a wall out of the way.
quesadilla
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One of her eyebrows raised as the man strolled into the living room.
"Well, aren't you a brute of a man?" She had a relatively good idea of what his role was. She would continue sipping her coffee, watching the man's every move. He seemed very careful, and fairly closed off. "Biscuits and coffee are to your left." She would give a half smile to him. She was fairly friendly compared to the other two, yet frankly she didn't want the others to know her true personality. At least he had introduced himself, and broke much of the silence. It was awkward in a way, but she had the feeling the other two women weren't much talkers. Exhaling, she would continue to sip the coffee, ensuring she'd be able to keep going through the day. There wasn't much coffee on the plane.
"Well, aren't you a brute of a man?" She had a relatively good idea of what his role was. She would continue sipping her coffee, watching the man's every move. He seemed very careful, and fairly closed off. "Biscuits and coffee are to your left." She would give a half smile to him. She was fairly friendly compared to the other two, yet frankly she didn't want the others to know her true personality. At least he had introduced himself, and broke much of the silence. It was awkward in a way, but she had the feeling the other two women weren't much talkers. Exhaling, she would continue to sip the coffee, ensuring she'd be able to keep going through the day. There wasn't much coffee on the plane.
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Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
Cass Kovacs The Burglar
Cass nodded at the man's- Ian she corrected herself- Ian's remark. Her timing was impeccable, she made a point of it. If the fact that he expected this behaviour rattled her she showed no signs of it outwardly. Instead she stepped inside the house, sizing up Ian as she passed. She'd picked up on the Scottish accent as soon as he opened his mouth. This didn't look like a fighter, he was definitely the planner, the person sitting in the armchair masterminding the whole thing. But looks could be decieving. She couldn't help but wonder based on his remark and the fake name he'd chosen for her passport if he was some figure from her past. With so much of her life a blank, it wouldn't surprise Cass if they had crossed paths before.
She followed the other two women into the lounge room. The house was just as big on the inside as it looked from the outside. The decorations were lavish, from the flooring and carpets to the cornicing, coving and ceiling rose. The pieces of art looked, as far as she could tell at a swift glance authentic (or really good replicas). Her eyes followed the staircase upstairs, wondering what else led up there. Cass' brain couldn't switch off the part that was looking for something to steal, and this guy's house was proving a very tempting target. But it was bad manners to steal before an explanation was given. Cass turned her attention to the other women in the room. Both were young, one was jittery and clutching the coffe like it was a lifeline. The other had an edge to her, Cass couldn't place it, yet.
Cass didn't take anything to eat or drink, picking a spot on the wall, and standing near it, not leaning, just standing. "I have none, outside of the obvious ones of course." She replied, only for her words to be interrupted by the arrival of a newcomer. Or more precisely, the heavy handed knocking of a newcommer, followed by a warning that his entry to the room was iminant. A male entered the room. He was tall, taller than she was, heavier built too with a beard. His words made a gleam of amusement appear in her eye and a slight smirk on her face. She liked this one so far. "So if guns are out, does that mean I can stick a knife in you instead?" Never mind the fact that Cass didn't use guns as a general rule, she was interested to see how this man- Riley would react.
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When the woman named Cass pulled up on her motorcycle, Désirée couldn't help but smirk. This girl seemed much more her speed, and she liked the way she looked on that bike. When she spoke to Ian, she had no accent, which made Désirée wonder if she was a local. She seemed too worldly for that, though. Cass Kovacs didn't seem like the kind of person that would settle down in Rhode Island. Then again, neither did Ian. She sighed, telling herself that she's just have to be patient and wait for everyone to show up and be introduced. This would all make much more sense then.
As the three young ladies and Ian made their way to the living room, Désirée helped herself to a cup of tea and found a spot on the couch. When Ian asked if they had any questions, a thousand came to mind - but she was sure they'd all be answered eventually. She had barely spoken since she had arrived, and she didn't particularly feel like starting now. She wanted to keep an air of mystery around herself - at least until she knew she could trust these people.
When Riley announced his entrance, Désirée felt herself perk up a bit. A man had joined them. So Ian wasn't some sort of creep luring young girls to his house with prospects of money and excitement - good. Everything was starting to feel a little more legit, which put Désirée's mind at ease. When Cass threatened Riley with a knife, Désirée rolled her eyes and took a long sip of her tea. She wasn't here for games. She was here for money and success, and to make her uncle proud. She didn't have time for schoolyard shenanigans.
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Achilles676
Meme Thief
RILEY STINNETT
With a glance to his left at the offered refreshments and a huff of air through his nose at the 'brute' comment, Riley began constructing a plan in his mind. He analyzed what information he had and created a list. First off, figure out the objectives of this 'Ian' and what Riley's part in it would be. Second, find the greasy confort food he had missed out on for the last six years. Third would be to have contingencies for everyone on the team.
Riley was dragged away from his strategizing by the woman who had obviously ridden the motorcycle parked outside. Great, we have a bunch of crazy women on the team. One's too quiet, one likes knives too much, and the other is super serious. Here we go again.
With a deadpan look Riley replied to the taunt, "The last person who stabbed me had his knife returned, sharp end first. Better make it count."
quesadilla
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"Oooh~" She would giggle to herself, and attempt to drink from a now empty cup of coffee. Sighing, she set it down. She was very tempted to go get more, she wanted to act predictable. Though she couldn't, not yet. She didn't even consider the fact that some might not even want to stay after hearing Ian's inevitably crime-related plans.
She was so far enjoying the banter. She wondered how many more they were waiting on. She kept a constant eye on the others in the room. At least the silence is being broken. She wanted to hear what Ian's plan was, but she knew him. Frankly, repeating himself was never his thing. She just hoped the others would arrive soon. With a team like this, there's bound to be some goodies coming from it. Her mind continued to race with thoughts and unnecessarily violent urges, yet she kept to herself. She figured she'd already spoken her share before the whole team was even here.
She was so far enjoying the banter. She wondered how many more they were waiting on. She kept a constant eye on the others in the room. At least the silence is being broken. She wanted to hear what Ian's plan was, but she knew him. Frankly, repeating himself was never his thing. She just hoped the others would arrive soon. With a team like this, there's bound to be some goodies coming from it. Her mind continued to race with thoughts and unnecessarily violent urges, yet she kept to herself. She figured she'd already spoken her share before the whole team was even here.
_gallifrog_
Symbolic Animal of Gallifrey
Cass Kovacs The Burglar
Cass wasn't sure whether she'd muster up a response out of this Riley or not. But she did, and it clearly hit a nerve of some sort. Something to watch out for in the future then. There were few who understood Cass' fairly warped sense of humour and even fewer appreciated it. Cass had a penchant for gallows humour and jokes that tread the fine line between danger and safety. She also possesed a sense of sarcasm too.
The hyper girl seemed to find it funny, but Cass couldn't make a judgement on whether this was as a result of nerves, jet-lag or whether this was their normal behaviour. There was something off about her, but Cass couldn't yet place it. The girl's giggle irritated her, but she made no comment on that, just swapped the motorcycle helmet between hands. The other woman sat there in silence, drinking her tea and making no remark on the topic. A wise course of action as opposed to making a fight before the job had even begun.
"You too huh?" Cass replied back to Riley, her tone just as deadpan. The earlier amusement was gone. Cass wasn't lying about been stabbed, and neither she suspected, was Riley. For her it had been an alley fight, dirty, dark and dangerous. She'd been stabbed, and returned the favour by embedding the knife in her attackers jaw. She still had the scar, but it was hidden under one of the many tattoos that adorned her body.
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Rob Mariano wasnt very familiar with the heist scene, but needed some sort of income to help out his wife and two daughters. He had a job but being a constrution worker doesnt always pay the bills and in his age he wants to secure a future for his family. He knew he could lie, cheat, and steal, and what ever else he could, if his pay in the mission wasnt good enough he could attempt a coup. all of these things went through his head as he walked up to the door of 101 oceans avenue. He adjusted his signature Boston Red Sox Hat, Rob knew going in hed probably be the oldest there being fifty-three. He expected mega rich pricks who would treat him like dirt as he wasnt wearing anything specifically nice just a black tang top and cargo shorts. He opened the door and walked in looking at everyone, he stayed firm in composure and walked up to the group.
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