Fredrica's ch6 pt3

Foxy pushes the rolling door of the van up and jumps out, her feet landing on the wet, cracked pavement. She lifts up a foot and scoffs with annoyance at her already dirty footpads. Chica exits next, and puts an arm around her.

“Hey, I’m not much of a fan of the outdoors either,” She says, gesturing to everything, “It ain’t no place for the likes of us. Hell, I get chills just hearing the rain on the roof of the theatre. Fuckin’ nature.” She does a mock shiver, but the vixen gives no indication of emotion aside from a quick little side-hug. She then moves forward, obviously toward their target.


You climb out of the vehicle, bags of weapons slung over your shoulders. A thought crosses your mind. You’re just going to pray they’re all unloaded. You look around and get your bearings, but have to take a moment to shake off disbelief. Of course it was a beat up warehouse by the docks. Where else would an Italian mob gang do their nasty pizza business? You’d have laughed if it wasn’t for you being so focused on your mission. However, you still have to ask.

“...Is this really the place?”

The slam of the truck’s driver door makes you turn your head. Daddy stows the keys in his pocket and replies to your question. “Of course it is? Why wouldn’t it be?”

“Isn’t it kind of… Obvious for this kinda… Thing?” You stutter out.

The tall man cocks his head, processing what you could possibly be implying for a split second, before cracking a weird little smile. “Mike, Barone’s Pizza is THEMED to look like a gangster hide out. They do a little mystery murder dinner thing, really for the wine-drinker-over-40 crowd. They hire magicians and actors for all their things. It’s far too stuffy in my opinion for what it is.” He crosses his arms.

“Their pizza’s pretty damn shitty too. Blandest sauce ever.” Chica adds.

“Oh,” You say, then speak up again,”But… They really ARE gangsters too?”

Everyone nods.

“In a gangster themed pizzeria?”

They nod again. Looking more closely, you can see that the look of the place is totally on purpose. What looked like rusted corrugated metal, upon closer inspection was just paint. There was also huge neon letters on the roof spelling out BARONE’S. You had to admit, the guy had some hefty balls to do something like this so obviously right under everyone’s nose.

“It’s the perfect cover,” Carla says, now seated on your head, due to your shoulders being occupied.

Mama steps out of the van and quietly rolls the door back down. She’s loaded head to toe with weapons. She dusts off her dress, a silky black number, floor length with split sides for her large hips and added mobility. Carol is perched on her head where her top hat usually sits, looking just as ready to get down to business. Fredrica was quite literally dressed to kill. “I believe it is time for our grand entrance, ladies and gentlemen.~” She says in her usual warm hostess voice.

“Wait,” You say, “Do we have any kind of plan?”

“I was just gonna start pumpin motherfuckers fulla lead,” Chica admits shamelessly.

“Of course,” A small voice chimes in. It was Carol. In fact, this was the first time you had ever really heard her talk. Her voice was less shrill than her sister’s, but still high-pitched. “I have mapped out the lay and schematics of the entire building. There are two guards located at each main entrance. They are armed and also actors-”

“So it’s totally okay ta kill em!”

Carol shoots Chica a dirty look, then continues. “However, the door off the kitchen is unmanned. There is an alarm on the door, as well as several cameras. The power source for both is on the roof. Foxy, I will send you the location right now.” The cupcake looks at the vixen, and her candle light flashes in an odd pattern. Foxy’s eyes flash back in response, then she straightens up into a salute.

“Aye,” She growls, then immediately starts to scale the large building with little effort. Carol goes back to her technical talk.

“I pinged Bonnie’s internal wireless adapter, but got no response. She must be powered off, or her signal is being blocked. However… I fear we will not be the only robots in this encounter.”

You don’t like the sound of that, “How many more are there?”

The purple iced cupcake doesn’t hesitate to reply, “Six and a half that I can detect.”

Daddy speaks up, “What about Gary? Is he alright?”

“Several Barone family members are within. I cannot tell from this range if one of them is him. But I do hope one is.”

Foxy slides down a rain pipe by her hook. While it looks really damn cool, it probably makes more noise than she had intended. When she reaches the ground, she hushes her voice. “You didn’t tell me there was a guard up there,” She growls, “But I knocked him out, and cut the security power, as you requested.”

Carol gets a smug look, “He was not there when I sent you the coordinates. Perhaps that should be a lesson to keep your scanner up to date in real time rather than jumping into this head first, Captain~.”

It was obvious the fox was not a fan of getting sass from a cupcake, but she holds her tongue and nods in agreement. “We should all do that. These people aren’t normal.”

“Aaaactorsss…” Chica hums as she locks a clip onto her rifle. She had apparently tied a handkerchief around her head ala Rambo while Carol had been talking.
Mama’s right hand pastry sets her eyes on her sister. “Carla, I am trusting you with my plan. While subject to change in drastic measures, it is very sound. Do NOT go against the plan unless absolutely necessary.”

Carla nods, “Of course of course! I wouldn’t dream of it! That’s why they put you in charge of the plans and not me, after that one time.” Their lights blink at one another and after a few seconds Carla says, “Got it!”

“I know,” Her sister say sardonically.

After a few more minutes, Carol had explained and acted out her entire plan. They group was to split in two. You were teamed up with Foxy, Carla and Daddy, while the other consisted of Mama, Chica, and Carol. Your team was to head into the basement, which was the nerve center of the building. There you were to shut off their entire power supply and find out if that was were Bonnie was being kept. The cupcake was “83.5343% certain” that was where she was. Meanwhile Team Mama was to head upstairs to Renaldo’s office and apprehend him. She had ran multiple plans while in the van, and this one had the highest success calculation at 96.9521%. That was good enough for you as anything.

The whole family approaches the kitchen door, now ready for entry. Carol opens her mouth to speak, but Foxy merely steps forward and turns the handle. “It’s unlocked.” She says flatly, throwing her golden but very icy stare at the violet confectionbot.

You take a deep breath as you make your way over the threshold and into the darkened kitchen. Your hand feels and grips at the stun gun in your pocket. With a little luck, you wouldn’t have to use it, but you had a feeling it wasn’t going to be that kind of a night.