2019-01-09 GO Bank (planning)

2019-01-09 GO Bank (planning)
Sydney, Hoxton, Wolf, Dallas

[16:32:57] <Sydney> *The day after their encounter with the police, Sydney tries to catch Hoxton alone.*
[16:35:40] <Hoxton> *Hox is lounging at the safehouse and it isnt hard to catch him there. He looks up, cradling a mug of coffee in his hands*
[16:36:56] <Sydney> *Sydney nods to him in greeting.* So. I don't do this often, but I'd like to apologize about yesterday. Sorry.
[16:37:34] <Hoxton> *Hox looks surprised, raising an eyebrow.* Bout draggin me into the sewers?
[16:37:37] <Dallas> *Side note: Hector Morales sent a package along for the crew via Bain over the holidays. Damn good coffee beans.*
[16:38:08] <Sydney> Nah, that part was fun. 'Bout scaring you before that.
[16:39:07] <Hoxton> Ah. Yeah. Shouldnt sneak up on fellas like us in the dark, specially not while armed with crowbars, lassie. *He doesnt look very upset now, just leaning against the wall, sipping the coffee* Shite's good. Huh.
[16:41:05] <Sydney> Yeah. It's something the Dingos pulled all the time. Stakes are higher now. *She eyes the coffee.* That the shit that that guy sent over?
[16:42:50] <Sydney> Whashisname?
[16:43:00] <Hoxton> Well appreciate ya apologizin. Gotta be honest, could go and smack ya if that happens again. But I'd rather ya wont, huh? *Definitely not admitting how much the sudden "POLICE" startled him.* Yeah, Bain send it to us.
[16:43:29] <Hoxton> From Hector, I think. *shrugs* Odd, didnt take that guy to send presents along.
[16:44:13] <Sydney> Doesn't ring a bell. Another friend of yours, like Vlad, I take it?
[16:45:02] <Hoxton> Yep. Has the odd jobs for us. Not half as crazy though. Heard he's been flingin shit with other cartells.
[16:45:40] <Hoxton> Guess ya'll meet him sooner or later. Usually likes his jobs done impressively. So more up ya alley.
[16:46:08] <Sydney> *She grins.* Fun stuff.
[16:47:25] <Hoxton> Ever cooked meth? Yeah. Fun stuff. *sips* While the cops are right up year arse.
[16:49:04] <Sydney> Nah. Tried it, once. *She shakes her head, a faint smirk on her face.* That was also the first time I got shot.
[16:51:03] <Hoxton> Yeah? Sounds messy. What happened?
[16:53:36] <Sydney> *A look of slight embarrassment enters her features.* Oh, I shot myself because I wanted to know what it felt like. Turns out, it fucking hurts. *She shrugs.* I stay away from the hard stuff now. I'm crazy enough as it is.
[16:55:33] <Hoxton> *Hox' eyes widen a little.* Oh shite. I thought ya were makin meth not.... *A moment of slight embarrassment but the quickly goes on.* Shite. Yeah can't say meth is anything ya should do. And for our jobs, it's better to have a clear head anyway. *Beat* Where did ya shoot?
[16:58:09] <Sydney> *She gestures to her left side, beneath her ribcage but above her waist.* Had enough wits to keep from hitting anything too vital, and it was a clean shot, through and through.
[16:59:16] <Sydney> Still fucking dumb, though.
[17:00:14] <Hoxton> Jesus christ! Yeah. Could have killed yaself. *Another deep sip, appreciating the brew* As long as ya dont do that again, I'd say we are golden.
[17:01:11] <Sydney> Yeah, you don't have to worry about that. I learned me lesson.
[17:02:17] <Hoxton> Not the foot but the goddamn belly. Jesus, lassie. *he laughs a little, shaking his head* Yeah, I'd think so huh?
[17:02:55] <Hoxton> And if anythin, the cops in this city are pretty fuckin eager to give ya free samples.
[17:03:43] <Hoxton> *He falls quiet, mulling over that last case. He'd love to return to that place. Just to see if that guard has been tipped off or not.*
[17:03:47] <Dallas> *Quiet sound at the door, and then Dallas comes into the safehouse, announcing himself (just in case) before carrying some beer and groceries into the kitchen to put away. Plenty of fruits so no one winds up with scurvy.*
[17:05:20] <Hoxton> *Hox looks up, looking relieved. This damn laundromat. Always expecting some bum to break in* Ah, speak of the devil.
[17:05:44] <Dallas> *Dallas looks up.* Need something?
[17:06:07] <Sydney> *Sydney goes to help put stuff away, but also to scope out the good stuff.*
[17:07:23] <Hoxton> *He raises his mug* Shit's good. Try it. *He walks over, inspecting the goods.* Bloody hell. I'm starving. *he snatches himself an apple, looking thoughtful*
[17:07:24] <Dallas> *Dallas seems to have a soft spot for kiwis. They don't seem ripe yet, and neither do the bananas. Raspberries are probably fine.*
[17:08:02] <Sydney> *The raspberries immediately catch Sydney's eye, and she grabs a few to munch on.*
[17:09:03] <Dallas> *Dallas thanks Sydney for the help, nods to Hox.* That Hector's coffee?
[17:09:29] <Hoxton> *Right, apple it is. He shoots Dallas a look. Trying to sound casual* Yeah. What's gotten into that fella? Didnt think he'd be the type for....gifts, ya know?
[17:10:38] <Dallas> Probably wants something, huh? We can probably expect him to call in some kinda favor in the near future.
[17:12:15] <Hoxton> One bag of coffee for our hides probably getting swiss cheese'd by the cops. Yeah, sounds like Hector alright. *Beat* Uh. Ya werent by chance drivin by the bank just now, were ya?
[17:13:12] <Dallas> *Dallas stops, looks at him. The look on his face and his silence seem to indicate yes.* Might've been. Whaddaya need to know?
[17:14:55] <Hoxton> So what? Cops swarmin? More officers patrollin the bank? *His voice is harsh but there is genuine concern in his look.*
[17:15:51] <Sydney> *Sydney munches on a raspberry, listening intently.*
[17:16:30] <Dallas> *Dallas flattens his mouth out.* So nothing. Business as usual at the bank. Didn't see another truck while I was there, either. Looks like the gold might still be in there.
[17:17:07] <Dallas> And just so you know, that guard of yours? Still there. It's like nothing ever happened.
[17:19:07] <Hoxton> Thank fook! *He grins, finishing his coffee in one, deep drag and bites heartily into the apple. Shh, not fucks given now. After a moment, he swallows.*My guard? Sounds weird when ya say it like this, fella. *He crosses his arms, putting the mug on the counter before and fishing for a banana* So whaddaya say? Gold's just waitin to be brought into the right hands.
[17:21:50] <Dallas> *They had a chance to speak to Bain directly at the safehouse after their brief detour at Five Guys. Bain didn't sound all that worried about the encounter. What did you guys ask of him?*
[17:23:47] <Hoxton> *Hox asked to monitor the guard's online searches and phone calls, if possible. They need to know if that guy may have tipped them off. Then that gold is tasty bait for heister fishes.*
[17:24:03] <Hoxton> *And address. Just in case.*
[17:24:28] <Sydney> *Sydney would have turned over the photos of the shady teller, and asked about him.*
[17:30:16] <Dallas> *Shortly after Dallas' return to the safehouse, they get a message from Bain with several attachments. A map of the storm sewers in the area, with the escape route they found marked out for clarity. He also annotated their rough building blueprints to show the cams caught on Sydney's candid shots of the teller.*
[17:30:20] <Dallas> *Nothing much to say about the guard. He's watched multiple YouTube videos of the crew in the past, but aside from a couple Hoxton searches after returning home from his shift last night, nothing else. He didn't make any detours or calls and seems to have gone home at the regular time. Address is attached. Twenty minute drive from the bank.*
[17:30:29] <Dallas> *The teller is a different matter. He's been working at this branch for about three years, and recently got into some serious credit card debt gambling online. Lootboxes, Bain says. Bad shit.*
[17:33:52] <Hoxton> *With that info, tucked in Hox' hands, he feels definitely more relieved. To have blown a promising heist just because his stupid mug....yeah. The few searches are worriesome but if he keeps it low, and doesnt let himself seen by that guard again, shite should be fine.* Bain got me the address of the cam guard. If anythin, we can sure negotiate with that twat.
[17:34:26] <Sydney> Who knows, he might even be a fan.
[17:34:43] <Hoxton> *Dallas and Sydney might notice the sniper rifle leaning against his makeshift desk. Probably was training.*
[17:35:33] <Hoxton> *A hearty groan* Just nah, thanks. Fuckin guard fan of our merry band of heisters?
[17:35:44] <Dallas> *Dallas' assumption is that is Hoxton's baseball bat behind the door. Good thing he's made a habit of announcing himself loudly on entering.*
[17:36:13] <Dallas> Could play out in your favor if things get hot.
[17:36:24] <Dallas> *beat* Fire wise.
[17:37:59] <Hoxton> *A rather startled and surprised look from Hox* Whaddaya mean? Think he might actually....look away?
[17:38:29] <Sydney> Might be scared enough of ya not to get in our way.
[17:38:38] <Dallas> You put pressure in the right places, he might actually look to you.
[17:39:41] <Hoxton> *Enjoy Hox looking flustered for once* Whaddaya mean? Not sure I am thinkin the same that you do.
[17:41:24] <Dallas> *without batting an eye* Power is seductive. Some people--they're just waiting to be told what to do. They just want someone to tell them it's okay to want it.
[17:42:12] <Sydney> *Sydney chuckles in the background.*
[17:44:08] <Hoxton> *A flush creeps into Hoxton's cheeks and he looks away, wide eyed. Yelling at people, he can do that. Threaten too, but that?* Shite. I'd be satisfied if he just kept outta the way.
[17:47:43] <Dallas> *Dallas can't help but get a wry wolfish smile on his face. Man, when that penny drops...* Just sell 'em a dream, huh? Carefree life of crime, like in the movies. Gets 'em every time.
[17:48:59] <Wolf> *After a moment, there's a knock on the door. Wolf comes in, then, a small smile on his face. Empty handed, bar his mask.* .. Hey, guys.
[17:49:53] <Dallas> *Dallas turns, breaks into a smile.* Hey, Wolf. Want some fruit?
[17:50:28] <Hoxton> *Hox looks mightily flustered, fiddling around with that banana. He looks down at it, noticing that it's still pretty hard. Ew. He looks back at Dallas, still mightily flustered.* Telling people of a carefree life of crime? Sounds bloody familiar.
[17:51:46] <Dallas> *Dallas rears back a bit at Hox's words.* I ever pull that one on you? Don't think so. I'd remember.
[17:52:27] <Wolf> *He immediately, reaches into the bag, grabbing a banana. Whether he doesn't know it isn't ripe yet or just doesn't care will remain a mystery.* .. Don't even remember how I got here, to be honest.
[17:53:01] <Sydney> What, drinking already?
[17:53:12] <Dallas> We all drove back together after casing the bank. That was yesterday. Did you stay over last night?
[17:53:15] <Hoxton> *Hox chuckles, ruffling his short hair* Just messin with ya. Just...bloody hell. Ah, I'll keep that tactic on the backburner. Uh....practice a little.
[17:53:37] <Wolf> No, no, I mean, how I joined the crew.
[17:53:53] <Wolf> I don't remember a lot before I did, either.
[17:53:58] <Wolf> Not sure I want to, though.
[17:54:02] <Dallas> *Confused silence from Dallas.* Y'feeling okay, buddy?
[17:54:56] <Hoxton> *Hox wisely shuts up this time. Last time, his more or less tactful concern wasnt that appreciated but he does look concerned.*
[17:55:35] <Wolf> I-I mean, it's like, if I remember my old life, I might miss it, right? So I just kinda- forget. *He looks off, not upset, just.. distant.*
[17:57:10] <Sydney> I find it's always better to just live in the moment.
[17:57:20] <Sydney> My two cents, anyways.
[17:57:33] <Wolf> Yeah, yeah. *He gives a small smile.*
[17:59:28] <Dallas> *Dallas, who's been awkwardly standing there leaned against the counter, quickly grabs onto Sydney's point.* She's right. You spend enough time looking over your shoulder, you won't see the good that's coming. Can I get you something? Coffee?
[18:00:23] <Wolf> .. Yeah. Coffee sounds great.
[18:00:28] <Hoxton> The coffee is pretty good! *Hox pipes up, pretty glad for the subject change*
[18:00:59] <Dallas> *Dallas grabs Wolf's mug, pouring him a nice hot cup of Hector's brew.* Here ya go, buddy.
[18:01:53] <Wolf> *Wolf grins, taking a sip.* .. Huh. Hector's, right?
[18:02:06] <Hoxton> If anythin, just think about that vault ripe with gold huh? And how nice it feels when we bust it outta there.
[18:03:06] <Dallas> And we'll have our meet with Gage after that, so maybe you can get that sweet microgun some new modifications, huh? Make her even deadlier.
[18:04:38] <Wolf> *Thinking about Hector leads to thinking about the Rats job, and Wolf stops, for a second, he's not one for good ideas, but-* .... Do you think that meth house is still standing?
[18:05:28] <Dallas> Should be, unless they had it demolished--which I doubt. Costs less to let it rot.
[18:07:00] <Wolf> *Wolf's casual grin develops into an evil smirk, laughing a bit.* Name one thing that would stop us from going back there and, say, makin' a little extra product.
[18:07:35] <Hoxton> *A disappointed sound from Hox as he puts the banana back to its peers. Ew.* Makin meth? Huh but what about the sweet gold bullion?
[18:07:43] <Dallas> *Dallas' expression goes from "don't tell me you're thinking what I think you're thinking" to "oh no, you are thinking what I think you're thinking". A soft, surprised chuckle. Beat.* You serious?
[18:08:42] <Wolf> Yes, yes I am! That shit, it's worth millions! And we could just- make it! It's a goddamn money printer!
[18:08:43] <Sydney> *Sydney chuckles.* I mean, the threat of explosions? Oh, wait. Those are fun too.
[18:09:43] <Dallas> *Dallas looks over at Sydney, surprised.* You know your way around a cook, kid?
[18:10:52] <Sydney> I mean, I know that sometimes if you do the wrong thing, it all goes boom. I'm no chemist, I dunno the specifics.
[18:11:41] <Dallas> Well, you got the explosion part right, that's for damn sure.
[18:11:59] <Wolf> .. So, yes? No? I'll go if you guys won't.
[18:12:41] <Dallas> Hey now, hold up--all by your lonesome? C'mon, buddy. It's dangerous cooking alone.
[18:12:59] <Wolf> Then come with.
[18:13:18] <Hoxton> C'mon, the meth can wait after the gold huh?
[18:13:32] <Dallas> *Dallas says nothing, looking worried and torn.*
[18:13:40] <Wolf> Yeah, yeah, of course. It'd be like, next week.
[18:15:43] <Sydney> Nice little cooldown after this heist, yeah? Sure, why not.
[18:16:17] <Hoxton> *Hox looks a little surprised* Any reason ya out for that meth money? Not meanin to pry but...yeah!
[18:16:50] <Dallas> *Dallas nods, relieved.* We'll get in touch with Bain, have him procure the ingredients for us. Less risky than having to go into the hardware store ourselves. *He reaches to take Hoxton's unripened banana, putting it with its brothers and sisters.*
[18:17:23] <Wolf> .... Nah, I just like to keep an eye out for any cash opportunities.
[18:18:13] <Hoxton> Fair enough. Know the feel, fella. *He clears his throat* As long as we dont sample our goods huh?
[18:18:32] <Dallas> *Dallas turns to look at him.*
[18:18:36] <Dallas> *WHAT YOU SAY, JIM.*
[18:18:43] <Wolf> *He chuckles.* Yeah, yeah. Don't get high on your own supply. I know.
[18:18:55] <Dallas> *He's missed out on the self-shooting discussion. Let him wonder.*
[18:19:19] <Hoxton> *Big, innocent Hoxton eyes.* What wolfie said huh?
[18:19:47] <Sydney> Yeahhhh. Not a good idea.
[18:20:04] <Wolf> *He takes an awkward sip of his coffee.* .. So, any updates on the rat?
[18:21:09] <Hoxton> *Hox shoots the heap of leads and evidence a dark look.* Not yet. Whoever the rat is, the feds want it safe an sound.
[18:22:10] <Wolf> .. If you want any help searching, lemme know, okay? *He looks over at Hoxton, flashing a small smile.*
[18:24:24] <Dallas> *Dallas moves off to the side to have a look at the storm sewer blueprints.*
[18:25:26] <Sydney> *Sydney nods to Dallas.* It's actually very nice as far as sewers go. No actual sewage, no crazy hobos.
[18:26:17] <Dallas> *Dallas nods.* Good find. *He points to a spot on the map.* How about this gate here? Give you any trouble?
[18:26:21] <Hoxton> Thanks, mate. I'll let ya know. For now it's a heap of fucking shite I gotta untangle. *He rubs his face* Worryin the fucker's digging up more shite up as we speak. *He sighs but then brightens up* So, what about that shiny fucking gold?
[18:26:37] <Sydney> Nah, I kicked that fucker in.
[18:27:13] <Dallas> *Dallas looks up, laughs.* Attagirl. Doesn't look like anyone noticed you two going in there, so it should be fine for the time being.
[18:28:29] <Wolf> O-Oh, oh yeah, what happened there, exactly?
[18:30:24] <Sydney> Well, I found a sewer grate just out in the back of the bank; leads to a parking garage a block or two over. It's brilliant for use as an escape. They won't have a clue where we went.
[18:30:40] <Hoxton> Well ya saw the place. We went in to case the joint. Lassie found a storm drain in the parkin lot. Connects to a parkin garage. Pretty fuckin hand.  Couple guards, manager and one shifty teller. *Hox pauses, collecting the details* Pretty open though. And....well. The cam guard might be a sharp one.
[18:30:56] <Hoxton> *handy
[18:31:15] <Sydney> D'ya think he actually made you, or no?
[18:32:30] <Hoxton> *Hox leans against the counter, looking at the papers Bain send him* Googled my name, the fella. But no shifty calls so far. Better if I stay outside if we gonna case again. *Beat* Or get some special effects shite. *Uncomfortable shuffle but he grins awkwardly*
[18:33:30] <Dallas> Uh-uh. If we hit 'em, we better make it fast. The longer we hang around there, the more likely they are to put two and two together.
[18:34:00] <Wolf> *Wolf, please don't suggest to kill the teller, please don't, ple-* .. I could just- *He shuts up fast, lowering his hand. Good boy.*
[18:34:48] <Sydney> Smash and grab, then?
[18:35:13] <Dallas> *Dallas looks up at them.* All I'm saying is I don't think another case is a good idea.
[18:35:18] <Hoxton> Right with ya. *He thinks for a moment* Anyone seen where the keycards were? Manager had one, the teller too?
[18:35:31] <Wolf> You can't 'smash and grab' a vault. Piece o' shit drill takes, like, 5 minutes.
[18:36:28] <Dallas> There was a time lock on that thing. Two cards. If we can get the cards without tipping off security, we could have that sucker open without the wait.
[18:36:36] <Sydney> Gotcha.
[18:37:34] <Wolf> ... Oh. Right. For- For a second there I forgot there were ways to open vaults that didn't involve breaking them.
[18:38:07] <Dallas> Good thinking, though. Let's call it plan B.
[18:38:45] <Wolf> *He smiles a bit, having been expected to be made fun of.* .. oh, okay.
[18:38:50] <Hoxton> Yeah and that drill would be pretty fuckin obvious for anyone passin by. *Hox mulls the options over* Wonder if thermite could be applied too. Takes a while but doesnt jam.
[18:40:07] <Sydney> Only works on certain kinds of doors, though, yeah?
[18:40:49] <Dallas> If the smoke sets off the fire detectors, we might have a problem. We'd have to disable 'em.
[18:41:05] <Dallas> *smoke detectors. Goddamn it, Dallas.
[18:41:23] <Sydney> Hah, that'd be hilarious. We set off the alarms, but the fire department comes instead of the pigs.
[18:41:44] <Dallas> They'd be obligated to evacuate us, huh?
[18:41:49] <Hoxton> *Hox nods* Yeah, just thinkin of backup plans. *He chuckles* Well. Not sure if gettin sprayed by those hoses would be fun.
[18:42:33] <Dallas> Thermite's not a bad idea. Where would you deploy it?
[18:44:06] <Hoxton> *Hox  thinks for a moment.* Roof perhaps? Smoke wouldnt be a problem there but....pretty bright. Maybe some of the other walls of that thing?
[18:44:26] <Sydney> Why would you need to burn through the roof, there's a skylight, yeah?
[18:45:01] <Hoxton> Not sure how big that vault is. *He shrugs* Any idea on the blueprints?
[18:45:31] <Dallas> *Dallas points it out. Looks like it shares a wall with one of the offices in the back. Could be a good spot.*
[18:47:36] <Hoxton> Would ya look at that. *He shuffles over to the blueprints, grinning fiercely* If the keycards will be a no, we can sure an try that? I'm sure Gage can get us some good thermite paste for this.
[18:48:15] <Sydney> It'd certainly be a little more subtle than having a giant fuck off drill in the front.
[18:50:32] <Dallas> *Dallas nods.* Shouldn't be tough containing the smoke. All right, I'll let Gage know about the thermite. Need anything else?
[18:51:06] <Sydney> I think there was mention of me getting a vest at some point?
[18:51:21] <Sydney> Could be useful.
[18:52:10] <Hoxton> I need more guns, some mods for that beauty over there, a couple vests and a suit. But yeah. *he grins, snatching a kiwi* The fook, why is that one so hard too?
[18:52:33] <Dallas> *Dallas looks a little surprised Sydney brought it up herself, but then he nods.* Lightest possible, right?
[18:53:09] <Dallas> *Dallas turns to Hox, gesturing.* Give 'em a little time, all right? They need their beauty sleep before they're ready for the feast.
[18:53:21] <Sydney> *Sydney nods to Dallas.* Cheers.
[18:54:38] <Hoxton> Wha? I wanna eat those fellas now, not wait. Better be worth it. *He chuckles, shaking his head* So when we gonna meet Gage?
[18:57:00] <Dallas> Not till next week. He should be able to get us gear for the bank, but anything special's gonna have to wait.
[18:58:24] <Dallas> Just like the kiwis. If you wanna try eating the sour bastards now--be my guest.
[18:58:25] <Sydney> *Sydney leans back a little, already daydreaming about the guns she'll be able to buy with her cut from this heist...*
[18:59:31] <Hoxton> Alright. *Beat* How's he doing? Havent seen him since...well. *He blinks, grinning* Hear hear. Words of wisdom. Patience or else it's like bitin in sour kiwis. *Under his breath* Which could have been bought ripe.
[19:01:11] <Dallas> Far as I can tell, business is good. But you can ask him yourself at the meet.
[19:02:23] <Hoxton> Sure, I'll do that. *another baleful glance at the kiwis* So. Ya say another case aint a good idea. So we gonna plan for serious now?
[19:02:57] <Hoxton> *He is moving to the blueprints again, looking eagerly at them.*
[19:03:39] <Dallas> *Just like the heist, the kiwis will take surgically precise planning to eat at the perfect ripeness. Just a couple days too late and you're looking at kiwi wine.*
[19:06:20] <Dallas> *Anything else to discuss?*
[19:07:50] <Hoxton> *Hox is quiet for a moment, then speaking up again* I got the address for that guard. *Matter of factly* Could bribe him to stay quiet when we get in. Or make sure he shuts up.
[19:08:20] <Dallas> *Dallas looks up at him in surprise. Visibly trying not to smile.* Yeah?
[19:09:45] <Hoxton> Yeah. With Bain's little christmas allowance, I think I can make a tasty offer, huh?
[19:10:15] <Sydney> Y'know, we could visit the shady teller too, before he goes in to work. Truss him up real good, take his keycard.
[19:10:21] <Dallas> You're gonna need backup for that. *nods* Sydney?
[19:10:41] <Sydney> Sure, I'm down.
[19:11:07] <Hoxton> *Hox nods, looking a little puzzled* I do? Well aint complaining about backup.
[19:12:05] <Dallas> It's safer in a team. You can keep an eye out for one another.
[19:12:22] <Dallas> *to Sydney* Good thinking on the teller. If we time this right, by the time anyone notices him missing, we'll have the gold.
[19:13:41] <Hoxton> *Hox nods, turning to Wolf and Sydney* Either this is goin to go swimmingly or utterly tits up. *He grins* But worth it for a million in shiny and sleek gold.
[19:14:29] <Sydney> Fuck yeah.
[19:14:42] <Wolf> Of course,
[19:17:08] <Hoxton> *He rummages for the beer, opening himself a can* Missed this. Pre-plannin our hits. Out-smart the security. It's almost a fun as the actual job.
[19:18:53] <Wolf> *He grins, fidgeting.* .. Yeah. I missed having you here to do it.
[19:21:01] <Hoxton> Thanks, fella. Nothin like us eh? *A little wave at sydney* And new acquiries. Cheers! *a nice, long sip*
[19:28:53] <Dallas> *According to Bain, the guard has a regular shift running from 4 PM to midnight. We're mid-afternoon, let's say, so you could probably catch him leaving. The teller, on the other hand, works a normal 9-to-5. He'd be at work right now.*
[19:30:41] <Dallas> *Dallas agrees to go with Hoxton to see the guard.*
[19:32:23] <Dallas> *Bain hasn't specified an address on the teller, but you could catch him leaving work. His car's parked in the back, so you have the choice to accost him there in the parking lot, or tail him home. Your choice.*
[19:32:39] <Dallas> *But as seen during the case, there are no cameras in the back.*
[19:33:15] <Hoxton> *Right. Time to pay that guy a visit. Hox suits up, taking his mask and and a handgun from the safehouse's armory. Pocket filled with fat rolls of green. He let's Dallas knows when he is going to leave, handing him the address* Let's do this, huh?
[19:38:49] <Sallad> *Dallas nods, hops behind the wheel. The guard lives on a quiet street a short drive away from the bank. Apartment building, second floor. Fat chance of him buzzing you in, but you could wait around for someone to come out and head in that way. Pretend you lost your keys.*
[19:40:53] <Hoxton> *Mask is tucked away under his jacket as is the gun. Neatly holstered away. Just two sharp dressed men waiting. Hox does his best to try and look accordingly annoyed, looking around for those elusive keys.*
[19:42:29] <Sallad> *After lingering around in the bank for a bit after closing, the teller gets in his car and drives off, blissfully unaware of the clowns tailing him. He lives on a nice street. Neat little house, and he pulls into the driveway behind another car and gets out.*
[19:45:53] <Sydney> *Sydney let Ulf drive this time. She narrows her eyes at the other car.* May be more than just this guy here. Keep an eye out.
[19:46:03] <Dallas> *Dallas patiently waits around with him. After a couple minutes, an old woman comes out of the building, pushing the door open.*
[19:47:45] <Wolf> *He nods, monotone as typical during missions.* Gotcha.
[19:48:53] <Hoxton> *Hox steps forward, smelling his chance to get in. He tries his best smile, holding the door open for the older lady. Trying to hide his broad accent.* Ah you are godsend, Ma'am. Lost my keys and I was just about to call maintenance. What a hassle.
[19:51:24] <Dallas> *The teller grabs his things and goes up the steps, vanishing inside the house. Door isn't locked, lights on--someone else must be home, though it's tough seeing through the curtains.*
[19:53:29] <Dallas> *The old woman makes a noncommittal sound--could be approval. Responding in Russian, barely sparing him a look as she hobbles out. No way in hell she's gonna give a positive ID to the cops.*
[19:54:09] <Sydney> *Sydney grumbles in frustration.* Should we wait a bit, see if we can see anyone? I don't want to just barge in when we don't know how many heads are in there.
[19:55:24] <Hoxton> *Hox looks after the old babushka and shoots Dallas a grin. Ka-ching! Smooth as a babe's arse. He slips through, the smile fading. He checks for any security cams, getting ready* Showtime, fella.
[19:57:42] <Dallas> *No cameras. Dallas rewards Hoxton with a pat on the shoulder, heads on in with him. It's quiet in the stairwell leading up, and the quiet lasts in the second floor hallway. Most people probably haven't returned home yet; the guard has yet to leave.*
[20:00:06] <Dallas> *Might be somewhat reminiscent of the walk up to Sydney's place. Different goal, though.*
[20:01:06] <Hoxton> *Hox nods, heading steadily for the guards apartment. Shooting sideway glances for any hapless civilian. He'll mask up when he's right in front of the guys door. Which he does. He reaches for the gun in its holster, taking it out. Dress to impress. And when  he's there, he checks on Dallas.* Ready?
[20:01:53] <Dallas> *Dallas tugs his mask down over his face. Braced on the wall, gun at the ready. He nods.*
[20:03:22] <Hoxton> *Well then. Hox reaches out and deftly rings the doorbell. Stepping aside if there is any little spy to look through.*
[20:06:38] <Dallas> *The two doing surveillance outside the teller's (well, assistant manager's) house see some movement in the windows after a short while. Female, probably a wife or girlfriend. Next door neighbor is dark. The neighbor on the other side is at home. Lights on.*
[20:07:41] <Dallas> *After a long pause, the door opens, and the guard looks out into the hallway, frowning. Out of uniform, tousled.*
[20:09:44] <Hoxton> Evening! *Hox raises the gun and just steps in front of the guard, herding him back inside* No need to yell, mate. Keep it quiet and we will all walk away winners here yeah?
[20:10:51] <Dallas> *Uhhh, roll to intimidate. You get a bonus for the element of surprise and the gun.*
[20:11:14] <Hoxton> !roll 1d6
[20:11:14] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 1d6 and gets: 2 [2]
[20:15:25] <Dallas> *The guard's eyes widen in surprise, and he starts backpedaling back into the apartment, holding his hands up. Doesn't look too scared, though, and once the initial startle wears off, he says in a bewildered voice* What's going on?
[20:22:31] <Hoxton> I'll tell you what. I am here for business. I got a proposal for you that's either gonna leave ya richer than now or...*he nods to his gun* Pushin up daisies. But to the more pleasant part eh? I got ten thousand dollars in my pockets and I am gonna pay ya to kinda do ya job. *He fixes him with the masked glare, tiling his head a little* Got ten tho
[20:22:31] <Hoxton> usand dollars in my pocket and it will be yours if you will, when the time comes, look away from your happy monitors. I'll pay double if ya just let the cams be then, plus a little bonus.
[20:23:47] <Hoxton> No one needs to get hurt then. You'll be richer, we will be richer and your colleagues will have a story to brag with.
[20:25:26] <Dallas> *The guard stares at him throughout, listening closely, only looking way to glance at Dallas, who's blocked the door. After a moment, he says* Holy shit... holy shit, is this for real? You're for real?
[20:27:34] <Hoxton> *Hox doest say anything but closes the distance between them, pushing the barrel right onto the guards chest* If ya decide to pocket the money and screw us, well. We will find you. And you'll be meat if we only catch a whiff of you trying to fuck with us.
[20:32:10] <Dallas> *The guard leans back, not entirely brave enough to step away.* How do I know you people won't just kill me anyway? Like what they said on the news about that H&T--Jesus, I don't wanna die. *Nervous talker. He just keeps going and going.* So that was you--that was you yesterday? Holy fuck... I wasn't gonna say anything, man. I swear, I'm not gonna tell anyone!
[20:36:10] <Hoxton> *The gun keeps being mercilessly close to the guys chest but Hox reaches into his pockets and if there is any shelf or table, he will take out each roll of money. Slam, slam slam. Ten thousand right there, rolled in neat stacks.* Each dead civilian is a hassle for us. So why not just keep this nice and clean instead of messy, huh? And in the end, ya will end up protecting your coworkers too. Civilians can get shot in the crossfire. Or held hostage.
[20:36:49] <Hoxton> You'll get rich, your friends get to live.
[20:40:07] <Dallas> *Helluva lotta hard cash. The guard can't seem to keep his eyes from wandering over to where it's all stacked up on the shelf next to the potted cactus. No answer, however.*
[20:42:08] <Hoxton> *And Hox decides to take a gamble. Voice low and firm* One afternoon workin for us. And the cops wont even know. No one will know.
[20:44:35] <Dallas> *The guard looks away. Nervously working his jaw, and then he says* You promise? No one gets hurt?
[20:46:41] <Hoxton> Yes. Our target is the vault. If ya help keep it quiet, all's gonna be good.
[20:49:13] <Dallas> *Whatever this is, it's working. The guard looks briefly furious at himself, but he nods.* If no one gets hurt-- What do you need me to do?
[20:50:32] <Hoxton> Dont call the cops. Just make sure your cams will keep nice an quiet when we'll come for a withdrawal. Can ya manage that?
[20:52:17] <Dallas> *Every step into crime feels just a little easier. The guard nods, listening, then says* I work four to midnight. When are you guys gonna show?
[20:53:57] <Hoxton> When it's nice and quiet. Can't tell ya more than that, fella. *he looks at him.* So are we gonna be partners?
[20:56:49] <Dallas> *The guard nods. Still watching him steadily--hook, line, and sinker. Could be what Dallas said had some merit. Could be this guy's just biding his time, waiting for them to leave before calling the bank and raising the alarm. After a moment--* You gotta make me, or they'll know it was me.
[20:59:23] <Hoxton> We'll tie you up. In your office. Usually we'd give ya a shiner or two but let's see about that, huh? You were held by gunpoint and forced to do what we tell ya.
[21:03:26] <Dallas> *The guard nearly manages a smile.* I knew it. You're a good guy, you know? *Kinda peters off, bit like his "YOU SOUND FAMILIAR" back at the bank.* I-- listen. I take smoke breaks, right? Out back in the parking lot. If you catch me there, I can let you in the back.
[21:06:49] <Hoxton> Good man, I knew we'd get business done eh? *Hox doesnt mind, but just lets him yap on. This feels mightily strange. Way too easy. This guy is eating out of his palm. This shoutdnt be so easy, right?* Sounds good, mate. It'll be all over before you know it. Alright. *He nods, carefully stepping back and still aiming the gun.*
[21:09:33] <Dallas> *Brief flicker of doubt on the guard's face, though he stays where he is. It's all easy in the heat of the moment, but then you're left to think on your own about what you just said to get that gun out of your face. How much of it you meant. Dallas keeps silent, leading the way back out and waiting for Hox in the hall, out of sight.*
[21:14:56] <Hoxton> *Alright. Hox carefully walks out of the flat, closing the door. A big exhale and he follows Dallas quietly, tucking the mask and gun away.*
[21:15:56] <Dallas> *Dallas walks briskly, leading the way back down the stairs to the car. Tight-lipped about what happened, and it's not till they're safely in the car and driving away that he finally says* Well done.
[21:17:02] <Hoxton> Thank you. *He leans back, rubbing his face* If that guy keeps his word, this should go rather swimmingly.

[21:20:32] <Sydney> Sydney grumbles in frustration.* Should we wait a bit, see if we can see anyone? I don't want to just barge in when we don't know how many heads are in there.
[21:22:14] <Dallas> *The two doing surveillance outside the teller's (well, assistant manager's) house see some movement in the windows after a short while. Female, probably a wife or girlfriend. Next door neighbor is dark. The neighbor on the other side is at home. Lights on.*
[21:22:50] <Wolf> *He stops for a moment, thinking.* ....... Yes. That's a good idea.
[21:24:16] <Sydney> Hmm. I think it's just the one girl? *Sydney fidgets, clearly antsy.*
[21:25:05] <Wolf> Could be children asleep. *He pauses for a moment, thinking.* ... I don't wanna deal with crying children.
[21:25:12] <Dallas> *Difficult to say. Could have a look in the cars, but that'd mean approaching the house.*
[21:31:43] <Dallas> *It's dark and quiet in the neighborhood when they return. Lights off at the teller's house. Looks like everyone's asleep in there. Most of the neighbors are in bed too.*
[21:32:41] <Sydney> *Sydney readies her silenced 5/7 pistol and her butterfly knife.* Ready?
[21:34:02] <Wolf> *Wolf runs his fingers along his own weapons of choice, a silenced Judge Taurus and a nailgun.* ..... Yep.
[21:34:47] <Dallas> *Straight walk up to the house, or they could try and circle around back to find a back door.*
[21:35:12] <Dallas> *Doesn't look like the house is alarmed. Jimmying a window open would also work, but might make noise.*
[21:35:34] <Sydney> *Sydney seems slightly surprised as she sees the nailgun, but she merely grins at the sight of it. She puts on her mask as she slips out of the car.*
[21:37:08] <Sydney> *They attempt to go around the back, looking for another entrance.*
[21:40:09] <Dallas> *Tidy little yard in the back, and a door leading into the dark of the kitchen. There's a little light coming from the upstairs window in back, flickering along the walls. Maybe watching TV or something.*
[21:40:24] <Dallas> *But then Bain said something about lootboxes, so might have something to do with that.*
[21:43:06] <Sydney> *Sydney digs out her lockpicks and gets to work on the back door.*
[21:44:20] <Dallas> *There's a rustle in the bushes nearby, but it's only a cat creeping around the yard, peering inquisitively at them. The lock pops easily. It's warm and quiet in the house. Still a faint smell of food lingering.*
[21:45:27] <Wolf> *Wolf gives a little wave to the cat, holding out a gloved hand. He wants to Pet.*
[21:45:59] <Dallas> *The cat wanders over, holding its tail up high in greeting. Giving him a friendly meow before nuzzling his hand.*
[21:46:38] <Wolf> *He smiles beneath his mask, petting its head.* .... good kitty.
[21:46:47] <Sydney> *Sydney creeps inside, moving stealthily. Her weapons are at the ready as she begins to sweep the house.*
[21:46:56] <Dallas> *Sadly, fur clings to the glove. But the cat seems very happy, purring away.*
[21:48:22] <Wolf> *He looks over, noticing the door open. Oh, yeah, he has a job. He frowns, holding out a hand to the cat.* .... Stay. I'll come back. *He picks up his gun, walking inside.*
[21:50:30] <Dallas> *No one downstairs. A vague form on the couch turns out to be a thick blanket piled up in the corner next to a stuffed tiger toy. Battered--looks like it's been played with a lot.*
[21:50:52] <Dallas> *The cat brushes around Wolf's leg, letting out a plaintive meow.*
[21:52:11] <Dallas> *Aha! Yes, there are photos. Teller and a smiling young woman, smiling young woman and baby, shoddy DIY photo frame on the fridge door with all three--mom, dad, kid. Looks to be about seven or eight.*
[21:52:26] <Dallas> *Probably an art project from school.*
[21:52:49] <Wolf> ... Aww. I can't take you with. I'm sorry. Just- stay out here, I'll come get you. *.... I guess he can bring it with, but- Sydney wouldn't like it. Right? Right. Yeah.*
[21:53:47] <Sydney> *Sydney heads back towards Wolf, whispering,* There's a kid.
[21:54:57] <Wolf> *Wolf's still talking to, and petting the cat, but he looks back up.* .... Hopefully they'll stay asleep.
[21:55:21] <Sydney> Good leverage, at any rate. Let's head upstairs.
[21:56:26] <Wolf> *He kinda.. looks over to the cat, then back at her.* ... can I take it with?
[21:57:05] <Dallas> *The cat's standing there rubbing affectionately against him.*
[21:57:29] <Sydney> *She looks down at the cat, then back up at Wolf.* I mean, if you want. I dunno if Dallas will let you keep it though.
[21:58:10] <Wolf> *Wolf sounds like he's gonna cry.* Thank you so much.
[21:58:28] <Sydney> C'mon. We have a job to do first.
[21:59:17] <Dallas> *Still nice and quiet in the house. No one knows they're there. Sydney's taking point, right? Make a single d6 roll to see how lucky you are.*
[21:59:18] <Wolf> *He's already holding the cat in his arms. Carrying: Cat, but he's got the Taurus in his right hand. Small guns yo.* .. Alright, got it.
[21:59:34] <Sydney> !roll 1d6
[21:59:34] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d6 and gets: 4 [4]
[21:59:37] <Dallas> *The cat struggles a bit before settling, peering around from its high perch.*
[22:01:25] <Sydney> *Sydney continues to sweep the rooms, saving the one with the flickering light for last.*
[22:02:08] <Dallas> *Gonna peek in?*
[22:02:49] <Dallas> *A quiet and tense walk up the stairs. Closed door with little stickers on it--must be the kid's. Sleeping soundly. Master bedroom's closed too. Single sleeping occupant, looks like the wife. That last one, the one with the flickering screen--that one's standing slightly ajar.*
[22:03:52] <Sydney> *Sydney peeks in carefully.*
[22:03:55] <Wolf> *Before they enter that room, Wolf sets the cat- who he has already decided to name Muffin- down.* Sit. Stay. Good kitty.
[22:04:24] <Dallas> *The cat gingerly stands there, looking around.*
[22:05:08] <Dallas> *Room looks like a home office. The teller's in there, headphones on. Gaming. Too loud to hear anything. Hasn't noticed a thing.*
[22:05:38] <Wolf> *He pats its head, again prompting it to sit.* Good Muffin.
[22:05:56] <Dallas> *The cat sits down, looking up at him with a tiny meow.*
[22:09:32] <Sydney> *Too easy. Sydney holsters her pistol and creeps up behind him. When she's close, she yanks off his headphones and places her blade at his throat.* Scream, and I'm going to kill your wife and kid.
[22:11:36] <Dallas> *The teller lets out exactly half a yelp before shutting himself up. No sound or movement in the rest of the house; doesn't seem like anyone heard that. In a frightened whisper, he says* What do you want?
[22:13:07] <Dallas> *Looks like he's playing multiplayer. Probably push-to-talk, and there's a mic on his headset.*
[22:13:41] <Sydney> *Sydney's voice is low and dangerous.* Tell your buddies you have to go. Turn the game off.
[22:14:11] <Wolf> *Wolf walks over, looking at the screen. Overwatch? In the year of our lord and saviour, Red Dead 2?* ... You have shit taste.
[22:15:44] <Dallas> *The teller slowly reaches for the keyboard, says into the mic* Ah, sorry--I gotta go, guys. Wife sounds pretty mad. *Sounds calm enough. Then he closes the game.*
[22:18:25] <Sydney> You work at the Roberts Savings and Trust, yeah? You've been a very naughty boy, haven't you.
[22:19:06] <Dallas> *In a tight, scared voice, he says* What?
[22:20:10] <Sydney> It's never a smart move to steal from your employer. How would your boss feel if he found out?
[22:22:10] <Dallas> *The teller goes stiff at Sydney's words, stammering out* I don't know what you're talking about! *He makes a tentative attempt to peer at her, not wanting that knife any closer to his jugular.*
[22:22:51] <Sydney> We have pictures, mate.
[22:24:39] <Dallas> *Another startled "What?", but he knows exactly what she's talking about. There's a long pause, and then he says* I don't-- I was gonna put it back. I'm not a thief! *A pause, then--* What do you want from me?
[22:25:03] <Sydney> Your keycard.
[22:26:11] <Dallas> Teller: Wh-- I can't. I'll lose my job.
[22:27:12] <Dallas> Teller: You're not seriously-- You going after the vault? It'll never work, if I report my card lost, they'll revoke it. It'll be a piece of useless plastic.
[22:27:41] <Wolf> Then don't report it?
[22:29:44] <Dallas> *The teller half turns to look at Wolf.* You don't think my boss is gonna notice? If anyone needs something out of a safe deposit box--
[22:30:03] <Sydney> You're going to call in sick.

2019-01-10

[17:44:30] <Dallas> *So definitely not gonna kill him. Seems to embolden the teller. He turns a little, trying to have a look at Sydney--at least her mask. Address her directly.* Okay, but I-- They're gonna know something's up. It's only a matter of time. They're not stupid.
[17:45:00] <Sydney> Let us worry about that, yeah?
[17:46:32] <Dallas> *The teller starts to protest again, but quickly remembers who's got the knife here. He motions to the corner, to where his briefcase is.* The card's in there. I'll need to unlock it.
[17:47:46] <Wolf> *Wolf grabs the case, setting it in front of him.* Do it, then.
[17:48:59] <Dallas> *The guy fumbles the lock open. Takes the card, holds it out in a shaking hand.* Here.
[17:49:35] <Sydney> *Sydney grabs it.* Yoink.
[17:49:54] <Wolf> *He pats the teller on the head.* Good boy. You get to live.
[17:50:55] <Dallas> *The teller flinches at the pat, but he's smart enough to keep quiet and not ask any questions.*
[17:52:05] <Sydney> We'll pay you a visit a bit later on. See how the wife and kid are doing. If all goes well, you might not have to worry about stealing from the tills. If things go badly, well...
[17:52:37] <Sydney> I'll let you figure that out.
[17:52:43] <Wolf> *Wolf shows off the nailgun, chuckling.*
[17:53:09] <Dallas> *The money offer barely registers. At the implied threat, he goes rigid, staring. Helplessly angry, but he doesn't make a peep.*
[17:53:56] <Sydney> We clear?
[17:54:06] <Dallas> Teller: *tensely* Yes.
[17:54:17] <Wolf> *Wolf looks back at Sydney, now.* Let's go, then.
[17:55:51] <Sydney> *She straightens up, and moves towards the door. She hesitates at the threshold, waving goodbye to him with her butterfly knife.* See ya soon. *She flicks the butterfly knife closed as she exits the room, smiling beneath her mask.*
[17:56:31] <Wolf> *Wolf leaves without another word, kneeling down to Muffin.* Hey, we're going home now.
[17:56:59] <Dallas> *The cat puts a paw on his leg. Carrying: Cat?*
[17:57:38] <Wolf> *He picks up the cat now, petting its head.* Good Muffin.
[17:59:33] <Dallas> *Not a sound in the house as they make their way out. It's like they were never there. A message from Dallas comes in soon after, saying their trip was a successful one, and they'll be able to discuss results back at the safehouse.*
[18:00:14] <Sydney> *Sydney shakes her head slightly as she sees Wolf still carrying the cat, but if it makes him happy, sure, why not.*
[18:01:34] <Wolf> *When they're back in the car, Wolf takes his mask off and holds up Muffin to Sydney.* Muffin, this is Sydney.
[18:02:12] <Dallas> *The cat looks at her with its big eyes, paws awkwardly akimbo.*
[18:02:23] <Sydney> Muffin. Good name. *She gently pats the cat, a little awkwardly.*
[18:03:14] <Sydney> *She takes off her mask as well.* Let's stop by the pet store before we head back, yeah?
[18:03:18] <Wolf> *Wolf lets the cat just sit, now, absentmindedly petting it.*
[18:17:25] <Wolf> *When Wolf and Sydney arrive back at the safehouse, later then they should've, Wolf's got full hands. Not with money, of course. With two large bags from a local pet store. This is explained from what follows him inside: a small orange cat now wearing a black collar with a bell on it.* H.. Hey, guys!
[18:18:40] <Sydney> *Sydney totes another bag, as well as the bags of their gear.*
[18:19:21] <Dallas> *Sitting on the couch looking at the blueprints, Dallas goes* Hey, there's pizza in the-- *And then he stops in surprise, looking at the bags.* Whoa. What happened?
[18:20:00] <Sydney> Wolf made a friend.
[18:20:09] <Wolf> *He sets the bags down, holding up Muffin.* I found.. this!
[18:21:27] <Dallas> *Baffled silence, but then he sees the cat. Hesitantly* Oh-kay. A cat. You're not--you're not gonna keep this cat here, are ya?
[18:22:08] <Wolf> .... Can't I? My- my apartment doesn't allow cats-
[18:24:45] <Dallas> *Slight grimace, but then Dallas seems to take it in stride, and says* Yeah, I guess so. Y'got everything you need there? Food... litter... cat stuff?
[18:25:19] <Sydney> Yeah. We practically cleaned 'em out.
[18:25:29] <Hoxton> *A little shuffle and Hox reappears, armed with a beer. He stops, looking mightily puzzled* Whoa. What's goin on?
[18:25:56] <Wolf> *Wolf nods, setting Muffin back on the ground.* There ya go.
[18:26:19] <Hoxton> Is that a cat? Bloody hell, where....I thought ya did the Teller?
[18:26:57] <Wolf> It was a stray we found during that. Its name is Muffin.
[18:27:00] <Dallas> *Dallas has just got this look on his face that reads, "Please tell me you didn't heist the pet shop."*
[18:28:07] <Hoxton> Did ya bloody rob the store too? *He blurts but kneels down, trying to get the cat closer*
[18:28:28] <Sydney> Nah. They practically robbed us.
[18:29:00] <Hoxton> They brought a bleedin cat. Muffin eh? Oi, hairy furball. C'mere!
[18:31:09] <Dallas> *The orange tabby's been curiously inspecting the premises, but wanders over to Hox to give him a sniff and rub against his hand. Friendly critter.*
[18:32:22] <Wolf> She likes you. *He smiles, going to the bags and taking things out.*
[18:32:51] <Dallas> *The cat playfully rolls over, showing the soft fur on the belly.*
[18:33:22] <Hoxton> She? If ya say so! *He smiles, ruffling the cat's head. Clearly surprised to be in a feline's good favor. But as it rolls over, he pulls back. Looking almost comically fearful* Oi. Fellas, this is a trap isnt it?
[18:35:52] <Sydney> Only one way to find out, yeah? *Sydney winks at him.*
[18:37:43] <Hoxton> Oh no bloody way, I wanna keep my hand! *he eyes the cat doubfully, sipping at his beer. A pause.* I'll give anyone who tries ten dollars. *Under his breath* Since I've been busy spendin anyway.
[18:38:47] <Wolf> *Without hesitation, Wolf bends down, rubbing the cat's belly.* Good kitty!
[18:40:04] <Dallas> *The cat's soft little paws shoot out, grabbing his hand, and then Muffin twists and gives him a sharp little nip on the finger. Don't touch!*
[18:40:55] <Hoxton> Whoa! Fierce little furball! *he cant help but laugh, certainly gleeful it wasnt his hand.*
[18:41:22] <Wolf> *Wolf yips, laughing.* Fiesty!
[18:41:46] <Hoxton> *He then walks over to Dallas, flopping down next to him.* Oi. So how did ya visit go?
[18:42:07] <Dallas> *The cat stays lying there, peering up at them. Not angry, just firm about boundaries.*
[18:42:10] <Sydney> *Sydney finishes unpacking her bags, and digs a keycard out of her pocket.*
[18:42:26] <Sydney> Didn't even have to kill anyone.
[18:42:38] <Dallas> *Dallas lets out a soft chuckle.* Well, I'll be damned.
[18:43:22] <Sydney> If things go south I'll have to pay him another visit, though. Anyways. How was yours?
[18:43:24] <Hoxton> Ohh. Nice. *he leans forward, eyeing the card with appreciation.* One down eh? And no blood spilled? *he grins, crossing his arms* How come? How did ya do it?
[18:43:43] <Sydney> Oh, we found some leverage.
[18:43:50] <Wolf> *Wolf pets Muffin again, grabbing a toy from the pile, a stuffed mouse, giving it to her.*
[18:45:13] <Hoxton> Lemme bet. Gamblin? Drugs? *he turns and looks at Dallas, before nodding* When we gonna do that bank, we wont have ta worry about cams. Made that guard an offer he didnt refuse.
[18:45:38] <Dallas> *Rapt attention from the cat at the sight of the toy. She reaches for the toy, holding it close. Giving it a nibble.*
[18:45:45] <Wolf> *He looks over.* What offer?
[18:46:09] <Sydney> *She shakes her head at Hoxton.* People get so attached to their wife and kids. You couldn't paint a bigger target on yourself if you tried.
[18:46:26] <Dallas> Not a racehorse head in his bed, that's for damn sure. But everybody's got a price.
[18:48:36] <Hoxton> Good so that teller will keep nice and quiet huh? *Hox looks actually pretty proud of himself* 'S nice to see what a couple dollars can do. Guard will not alert the guards and will leave us in from the back door entrance. *He pauses, looking at Wolf and Sydney* One condition. We gotta leave the staff in one piece, ya hear me?
[18:49:29] <Sydney> If no one does anything stupid, sure.
[18:50:07] <Wolf> *He looks down.* ... of course.
[18:50:33] <Hoxton> Then bleedin knock em out. Just try and keep the staff clean and take it out on the feds. *he nods, sipping his beer*
[18:50:50] <Hoxton> If shite goes sideways, that is.
[18:51:48] <Wolf> Yeah, yeah. You.. you can trust me, Hox.
[18:51:53] <Dallas> If we time this right, we won't need to fire a single shot. Gage got back to us. We'll have our thermite planted on location behind the garage next door.
[18:52:55] <Hoxton> Appreciate it, Wolfie. *He turns and nods as Dallas speaks* Knew we could rely on gage. So, soon it's gonna be the big day, huh?
[18:54:10] <Dallas> Better make it soon, or that-- *A nod to the keycard.* Will have been secured in vain. The longer you leave a collaborator to their own devices, the more likely they are to refuse when the time comes.
[18:54:34] <Dallas> Fear fades. They'll forget what it was like and start thinking for themselves.
[18:54:56] <Wolf> Tomorrow, then?
[18:54:56] <Sydney> Yeah. I told him to call in sick, but more than a day or two will raise suspicion.
[18:55:30] <Hoxton> *Hox nods slowly, watching him closely. If anyone knows their work with hostages, it's him.*
[18:56:22] <Dallas> Everybody good for tomorrow? Hoxton's guard works the evening shift, so it'll be in the late afternoon.
[18:56:33] <Wolf> *Wolf's got everything set out for Muffin now. A scratching post, litter box, food and water bowls, a bed, and... toys. Lots and lots of toys.*
[18:56:34] <Hoxton> Bloody right. Can't wait anyway. *He leans back* This is gonna be so much fun. Yeah, tomorrow's good.
[18:56:43] <Sydney> Aces.
[18:56:52] <Dallas> *Damn good haul, but really, she just loves that first mouse. Still cuddling it.*
[18:57:54] <Hoxton> *he raises his beer* I'll drink to that. Nothin like the anticipation before a heist.