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  1. 2019-02-17 Uncufflinks
  2. Hoxton, Dallas
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  4. [19:26:42] <Dallas> ((HOXTON. HOXTON! D8<))
  5. [19:26:45] <Dallas> ((HOXTON! D8<))
  6. [19:26:51] <Dallas> ((HOXTINATOR!))
  7. [19:26:52] <Hoxton> ((D8))
  8. [19:26:57] <Hoxton> ((YES?))
  9. [19:27:06] <Dallas> ((HOXTILICIOUS--OH THERE YOU ARE. :D))
  10. [19:27:17] <Hoxton> ((I AM HERE. ALL DELICIOUS.))
  11. [19:29:51] <Dallas> *It's been a couple quiet days since the laser precision break-in at the third district station downtown, and the meet with Hoxton's contact in the bratva. Half kilo of coke to show for it. What's he been up to?*
  12. [19:35:21] <Hoxton> *He has been a rare damn sight at the safehouse. And with his roomie, it was mostly relaxing after some goddamn turbulent days. Of course, a little doubt lingered after business was concluded but for now, no angry mobsters are banging on their doors so that's a goddamn win in his books. The coke is mostly untouched, he really kept back with just a few lines, but other than that, he allows himself to enjoy the lazy before the itch to work hits again.*
  13. [19:41:40] <Dallas> *Hey, Dallas won't judge. It's nice having someone rambling around the apartment while he works, high or sober. He'd promised to take him to a tailor's, get him some new threads, and he makes good on it. They go after hours. Shopowner's a guy he knows--from the old country, doesn't ask any questions. Dallas goes ahead and commissions a couple dark suits for working in, but the rest he leaves up to Hox. Maybe some fun stuff for when he goes out. Shoes, ties, shirts--all that good stuff. Make sure he's properly outfitted.*
  14. [19:47:01] <Hoxton> *"It's been bloody time I get some proper suits.", Hox comments but he is really eager for that particular appointment. And he enjoys the company as well. Miles better than lurking in the dingy safehouse like some half forgotten pet. And with the tailor, Hox is on his best behavior. It's hard to find someone with the right amount of discretion and he sure wont annoy one of Dallas' men away. And you bet Hox orders himself some fancy shit. You never know when and how thorough you'll have to case more bars and clubs. It's almost ordinary things, compared to heisting police stations or goods. But after those couple days, possible doom hanging over his and Dallas' head, this feels nice.*
  15. [19:54:24] <Dallas> *Dallas sits there watching him during the fitting, dark-eyed, fidgeting at an imaginary cigarette. He catches Hox's eye and smiles. The shadow from when he saw him the morning of the heist--startlingly unscarred--is gone. When the suits arrive, crisp and trim, Dallas goes to the closet and pushes his own clothes aside, making room for Hox. Rule Britannia, another small corner of the colonies reclaimed. Then, he takes out a small black gift box and offers it to him.* Since you've got proper dress shirts now--
  16. [20:00:48] <Hoxton> *And when the suits arrive, Hox cant help but be almost as proud as if he made them himself. No way for an english gentleman to run about being horribly underdressed. Beware, the english might not be satisfied with this little bit of the colonies he has reconquered for the crown! He looks smug as can be but looks up in surprise at the little box. A gift? Holy shite, it's been a while since he got gifts. He takes it carefully, and looks up at him.* Blimey. That's for me?
  17. [20:01:20] <Dallas> *Dallas prompts him with a nod.* Go on, open it.
  18. [20:02:15] <Hoxton> *Hox smiles, genuinely. Opening presents? There is little more fun than that. He unwraps the box, gingerly opening the box. Entirely not sure what to expect.*
  19. [20:11:41] <Dallas> *It's a pair of silver cufflinks. Understated. Pair of sleek, steely snake's heads with tiny red rubies for eyes. Dallas prompts him to have a look at the back of one of them. The swivel bar's thick on one end, with little teeth standing out. It's a hidden handcuff key. Dallas says, now they'll never be able to hold him again.*
  20. [20:19:32] <Hoxton> *Hox very carefull takes out the sleek and gleaming pair. He looks utterly baffled at first but inspects them closely. Wait, inspecting them is the wrong word. He admires the sleek pair, his eyes gleaming like the snakes at the sight of the rubies. He likes it, it's plain as day even though he isnt sure what to day. And as he turns them around, he let's out a breathless laugh. Bloody handcuff keys. Jesus christ. This man. Still holding the handsome pair, he looks up at Dallas. Not sure what to say to make him see how he loves them. So instead he pulls him into a tight hug. When he releases Dallas, he is bright eyed.* Anyone tryin now will be in for a bleedin surprise. Jesus, mate. They are beautiful. I....fook. Thanks.
  21. [20:25:29] <Dallas> *Hard pat and a squeeze. There's undeniable happiness bubbling there, and Dallas is grinning. Doing right by a friend--there's no better feeling.* Coming from an aficionado of beautiful things such as yourself... I'm glad you like 'em. How about I make some tea, and you, ah-- Try on some of those new threads. *nods* Y'know. Show off for me, huh?
  22. [20:34:31] <Hoxton> *Hox looks eager as can be, now admiring how the cufflinks are gleaming in the light. Fierce. He catches Dallas' look, and grins.* Temptin me to show off for even more heists. *He chuckles and looks away for a moment, running his hand through his hair. Still way too short for his liking.* Jesus christ. Dont let me catch ya heatin the water in the microwave. As a brit, I'll sense that shite a mile away. *he points to his eyes, then back at Dallas. A smug wink and he grabs one of the suits. One of the dark one for jobs to come. Better say hello to those beauties first. He heads to the bathroom, closing the door. Returning a while later. Cufflinks gleaming on his sleeves. The tie is askew a little but he can see the tailor did excellent work.*
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  24. 2019-02-18 Hector
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  26. [18:09:48] <Dallas> *Dallas has just fetched teabags out of the cabinet. With all this free time on their hands, he's finally gotten around to getting proper tea, and not just the stale shit that's been rattling around in his kitchen for an eternity. Can't be living like savages, after all. Kettle's on the stove, and when he spots Hox's approach, he gives him a long look up and down and reaches out to fix his tie. Perfect.* Jesus, look at you! Ready for a night on the town.
  27. [18:15:07] <Hoxton> Well. Funny ya should mention that. Now that I got myself some proper bloody suits. And some money on our hands huh? We gotta get some relaxation. *He grins and looks down on himself, stretching and turning to see how the suit fits. And it does.* Fook me. This is fancy shite. Compliments to ya tailor, mate. *he looks at the kettle and laughs softly.* And I see ya have been takin my lessons to heart.
  28. [18:26:11] <Dallas> *Dallas chuckles.* Hey, if you're gonna make tea, might as well make it right, huh? *holds up a tin* Earl Grey? *It's a quiet afternoon, prime tea time. Then they get a call from Bain of all people. Asks to speak to Hox, telling him he's been asked to relay a message to him from Hector Morales.*
  29. [18:29:47] <Hoxton> Earl Grey. Now that's some good shite for us. *He moves to make the tea, suited up and all, jumping a little at the call. Bain? He cant help but cast a disgruntled look at the phone. This better be important. They earned themselves a fuckin break. Though his annoyance turns into surprise when it turns out it's a message for him. Hector?* Well. Go ahead, I am all ears, mate.
  30. [18:40:12] <Dallas> *Bain plays the voice message. Hox knows the calm voice--it's Hector, all right, but it's been two years and change since he last heard from him. Two years and change since that last job went tits up. Tell Hoxton I'd like to speak to him, face to face. About what happened two years ago, and about the future. Tell him he's invited to come to my home in Great Falls. The message ends there, and Bain says he's got the address. It's about a 45 minute drive northwest along the river, give or take traffic.*
  31. [18:40:16] <Dallas> *What does Hoxton remember of Hector? Did they get along?*
  32. [18:47:04] <Hoxton> *Hox looks ...stunned. He casts Dallas a look, eyebrows raised. It's been a while since he heard that man's voice and even more since they pulled that job. Where shite went utterly tits up. Hox isnt sure what to feel. That message sounds ...somber. Fuckin formal and he isnt even sure what there is to talk about.* And that's all he said? *Hox plays with one of the beautiful cufflinks as he speaks.* And the way he sounds, he wants to meet me pronto huh? *Hector. Serious man with serious and very serious work. Cartels, drugs and money. And the occasional guns to back him up. Mostly it was Dallas arranging jobs with him, Bain aside of course. Secrety, Hox thought he seemed a little like a man trying his damndest to be hardarse. But he gotta respect his ability to keep his power. And money, obviously.*
  33. [18:48:30] <Hoxton> *A little smile makes his lips curl* Maybe our stunt pays off, mate. Gettin even more famous? *A moment of silence* Have ya heard of him after that last job?
  34. [18:58:07] <Dallas> *Hox must've heard the story. The Morales Cartel grew complacent in their wealth and power. When the Mendozas first showed up as a blip on the map, they were ignored as inconsequential. The Morales' hubris was their undoing, and the Mendozas consumed their territory whole when the family fell. When Hector and his crew rose from the ashes, it took him years to push the Mendozas back out of DC and reestablish his position--with the Payday crew's invaluable help. Hector has been fighting off incursions ever since.*
  35. [18:58:22] <Dallas> Bain: I've arranged jobs for him through CrimeNet. You know how it is--what Hector wants, Hector usually gets. But after what happened last time, I don't blame you if you're feeling hesitant. What are the odds he'll invite you to his house without having some kind of request?
  36. [19:06:56] <Hoxton> *Definitely turbulent times for anyone bearing the Morales name. And to be fair, Hox was glad most of their involvement showed in running some jobs for Hector and his cartel. THose guys are vicious motherfuckers and well. If it werent for the fact, their relationship with Hector was mostly beneficial, he'd have been worried to be called over to his ...house? Mansion?* Well. Feelin hesitant wont mean shite. What bloody Hector wants huh? *He rubs his face, looking grumpy.* Christ couldnt he have waited some? Do I have ta go now or can I get a few more hours of bloody peace? *A look at Dallas and at the tea. Goddamn.*
  37. [19:11:11] <Dallas> Bain: *beat* I can let him know you won't be coming.
  38. [19:13:15] <Hoxton> Nah. It's fine. *He rubs his face.* Makin us even richer, and even more famous. Right, tell him I'll come. Not like I aint curious what there is so important to discuss.
  39. [19:14:56] <Hoxton> And cheers, mate for gettin that message to me.
  40. [19:15:31] <Dallas> *Dallas leans on the counter, watching him. The tea's steeping nicely, and he offers the mug to him. Bain's quiet for a moment, then he says* I don't want you to see this as an obligation. What Vlad did-- *A frustrated hiss of breath.* He should never have put you between a rock and a hard place. Knocking over a mob-run nightclub--what was he thinking?
  41. [19:21:51] <Hoxton> *Hox nods gratefully, cupping the mug with his hands.* Aint an obligation. Ya know I like me a challenge....if it aint suicide. *He lets Bain speak. He is genuinely touched a man like Bain cares like this. He and Hector? Miles apart but both running serious crime.* Vlad's batshit, mate. And apparently ...well. Wooin that Annie lady. Might have gotten him proper. But playin the blame game aint important anymore. Ya get Dallas an me through that precinct. An hopefully Vlad bloody took a lesson outta this.
  42. [19:22:33] <Hoxton> Which I...kinda doubt but now we got a precedence to poit at if he's feelin like bloody rambo again.
  43. [19:22:39] <Dallas> Bain: *grimly* Somehow, I strongly doubt it.
  44. [19:24:17] <Hoxton> At least makes a bloke like Hector looks sane and responsible eh?
  45. [19:28:23] <Dallas> *That gets a soft chuckle out of Bain.* All right, what do you want me to tell Hector? He said he'd like you over for dinner sometime this weekend. *beat* I've sent a few contractors his way in the past few months. Mostly running supplies and product. Bile is one of them. It should be fine.
  46. [19:31:15] <Hoxton> Right thats good to know. Friday evenin fine for him? *A moment of silence* For dinner? Should I get...y'know. Fancy for this?
  47. [19:34:11] <Dallas> *Bain says it sounded like a casual evening. Probably don't need to, but Hox has seen Hector face-to-face before, right? The formality's a thing with him, though he's not any kind of blue blood like him. Always well groomed and well dressed. Dressing well would certainly score Hoxton points.*
  48. [19:37:45] <Hoxton> *Alright that's noted. And thankfully, he know owns approximately half of a closet filled with sleek suits and nice shirts. That wont be a problem anymore.* Right. Well that's gonna be interestin. I bet there's gonna be some good money involved in this.
  49. [19:56:47] <Dallas> *Knowing Hector, Bain says, there will be.*
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  53. [19:31:47] <Dallas> *It's Friday, fellas. Hector's expecting Hox at his house in Great Falls at eight this evening. Didn't say anything about coming alone, so Dallas offers to come along, play the chauffeur to his VIP. Sound good? How's Hox feeling? How's he gonna dress?*
  54. [19:36:27] <Hoxton> *A little earlier that evening, Hox is busily rummaging in the newly acquired territories. The closet doors wide open as he stands in front of it, frowning. Pushing suits back and forth. Shirts around. Mumbling to himself, he vanishes to the bathroom to reappear a while later. He is wearing a black suit and a dark red shirt underneath. The cufflinks gleaming on his sleeves. The tie askew.* Oi, Dallas. C'mere. *He looks around for him, then presenting himself, standing tall.* Whaddaya think? Does this look good?
  55. [19:37:53] <Hoxton> *And as for feeling. Well, he is mostly curious by now. A tiny little bit apprehensive since an invitation like this? Pretty rare. But mostly intrigued. He hasnt seen Hector in years, much less his home. If anything, this might turn out rather productive. And he is very glad that Dallas offers to come with him.*
  56. [19:40:48] <Dallas> *Dallas comes over when called, curious look that turns into one of consternation when he sees him. Moment's pause, then he smiles.* You look-- Hang on, you got a--little off kilter. *He comes over, adjusts his tie for him.* All right, now you're perfect.
  57. [19:42:32] <Dallas> *Hoxton, the felon. Tied up and dragged through the mud to hell and then back out of it, and here he is putting so much damn thought into how he's gonna look. Down to the last minute detail. Seeing him all cleaned up, fretting over his appearance, it's... touching. Touching is what it is.*
  58. [19:44:16] <Hoxton> Ya think this is fine? I ...dunno. I remember Hector bein all....oddly formal. Aint no special social call but ya know. Appearances, yada yada. *a grin at the little adjustment and he stands a little taller.* Oh mate, I cant wait till my hairs bloody proper again. It's gettin longer....and all...fuzzy! *he runs a hand through it, frowning again. A short "Hmpf"*
  59. [19:46:17] <Dallas> *Dallas frowns, passes his fingers through in turn. Fuzzy? No. Fluffy.* Y'want something for that? Gel? I think you look great as is.
  60. [19:48:32] <Hoxton> *Hox chuckles and shudders a little. Ticklish? Seems so.* Bloody hell. Well I'll take ya word then. *a smile and a cheeky look* Comin from someone lookin pretty nice as well.
  61. [19:49:46] <Hoxton> Though when I'll start lookin like a plucked chicken, I think I'll take yer offer on the gel.
  62. [19:55:31] <Dallas> *Dallas straightens, gives him a cool, confident smile. Clearly flattered.* Thanks, buddy. *Beat. If Hox's hair is long enough for gel, he adds after a moment's thought* Maybe just a little gel, huh?
  63. [19:55:38] <Dallas> *Then it's downstairs to the car, and the nearly hour long drive up to Great Falls. It's dark out. Quiet drive, just the two of them and a bottle of wine and a whole lotta road following the Potomac north.*
  64. [19:59:04] <Hoxton> *Hox lounges in the beautiful car, clearly enjoying the ride and company. He is probably doing the most of the talking, but also eagerly looking out of the window. He has seen so very little of the DC area and the gleaming river is sure a spectacular sight.* Fuckin hell. Ya and Hector sure know where to choose your places. Suppose it's really upscale where he's livin?
  65. [20:02:16] <Sydney> ((I feel like dallas would live in Foggy Bottom. which is the worst name, I know, but it seems like it'd suit him))
  66. [20:03:09] <Dallas> *Dallas chuckles, says* A while back, I was eyeing a place. Nice big property, you know. Private. But $4.5 million--it's a little rich for my blood.
  67. [20:03:22] <Dallas> ((:D He's got an apartment in Alexandria, actually!))
  68. [20:05:00] <Hoxton> *Hox looks at him.* Whoa. Four and a half? Did that place sell it's butlers with it? *he chuckles but eyes him.* What kinda place was it?
  69. [20:09:15] <Dallas> Real nice place. It's got this big tiered fountain outside--and I know what you're picturing right now, and it's not that kinda fountain. I'm talking big stone pools, kinda like that place in Turkey if you know what I'm talking about. *goes quiet, catching himself rambling; beat* Mainly I just liked how big the place was. Quiet neighborhood.
  70. [20:10:27] <Hoxton> ((Ohh manavgat falls?))
  71. [20:11:12] <Dallas> ((THAT IS BEAUTIFUL, but he's thinking of Pamukkale's thermal pools.))
  72. [20:15:13] <Hoxton> *Hox laughs.* Ya think I am thinkin naked stone ladies? *He is still grinning but it is clear he is imagining that fountain. And the place in general.* Hm. Cant say I know but ya gotta show me. *And you know what. It's nice hearing him talk like this. Not work stuff. Just nice and genuine conversation.* Big property huh? *he looks outside, the potomac winding in the landscape.* Ya would have loved my place back then. Big house, even bigger property. Garden as far as you could see. *now it's his turn to look a little embarrassed* So it was just the price? I mean gotta say it sounds fuckin nice.
  73. [20:18:07] <Dallas> *Dallas glances over at the "back then", but he doesn't press the matter. Homes. It's like names and histories, it's very private. Maybe painful to dig into.* Hey, who knows? Maybe someday, huh? Might be nice--just get away from DC, all of it.
  74. [20:22:20] <Hoxton> Why the fook not? If we are nice heisters, savin up some of that money. Hell, we could have several places. Goin where fancy strikes. And all of em bloody nice. *he smiles.*
  75. [20:22:52] <Hoxton> Wouldnt ya miss the busy though? I liked cities for that. Always somethin to do.
  76. [20:35:09] <Dallas> *Won't be a problem, Dallas says. He glances past Hox at the lights across the water. DC's just an hour away, right? They could have the best of both worlds. Bit of busy, bit of quiet. Never a dull moment. It's always "they" this, "they" that, like it's already agreed they'll stick together. It's been a lonely two years.*
  77. [20:35:13] <Dallas> *Hector's house sits deep at the heart of the property, big windows lit, looking like a warm beacon. Rosebushes asleep and waiting for spring. Just one car sitting outside on the driveway, and Dallas parks next to it. The entrance is flanked by pillars. It's a big, ostentatious house.*
  78. [20:39:22] <Hoxton> Well blimey. Look at that. *But before he exits the car, he turns towards Dallas. Looking at him.* Let's drive by that house someday. I am gettin out way too little and that place got me curious, mate. Maybe we'll find somethin else worth eyeballin. *He winks and exits the car, smoothening his suit. Well well. This is Hectors place huh? He looks around for any guards or something else guarding this place but then waits up for Dallas to head to the main entrance.*
  79. [20:48:38] <Dallas> *Doesn't look like anybody's around. It's almost too quiet out here after the noise of the city, and as they come up the steps, the door opens, and Hector peers out, breaking into a smile as he sees them.* Hoxton, Dallas. I trust the drive up was a pleasant one? Please, come in. I hope you're hungry. I'm making pollo a la plancha. *He hasn't changed much since Hox last saw him. Face a bit more lined and tired, maybe. But the same could be said of any of them.*
  80. [20:50:43] <Dallas> *Oh, and--he's not particularly dapper or anything. Vest, sure, but he's got his sleeves rolled up. Looks like he wasn't kidding about cooking.*
  81. [20:51:53] <Hoxton> It's been very pleasant. *Hox smiles and genuinely so. He walks up the steps, looking around a little before focusing on Hector again. Been a while, that's for damn sure.* Well thanks for ya invitation. *he goes to follow him inside, looking somewhat relieved Hector isnt particularly fancied up.* Chicken huh? Sounds great.
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  85. [18:54:50] <Dallas> Hector: I hope it will be to your taste. The housekeeper, she left for the night. I thought it would be best if we had some privacy, considering the subjects we may want to discuss. *It's a beautiful house, really. Big white marble entrance hall flanked by curved stairs, chandelier perched near the ceiling. There's a damn echo in here. But it's... lonely. Just the three of them. The house doesn't particularly feel lived in.*
  86. [18:54:57] <Dallas> *He takes their coats, leads them through into the kitchen. Smells nice in here, feels a bit less cold and empty. Big damn stone island counter lined with stools dominating the space. Bottle sitting out. He's been drinking and cooking. Offers them a glass of wine.*
  87. [18:59:55] <Hoxton> *Hox follows him inside, looking up to admire the big chandelier and the house in general. It really is pretty. A show of his wealth without it being too much. And yet....it feels odd. Empty. As if this was more a museum than an actual home. Doesnt help their steps echo in the hall. At least the kitchen seems more...cozy. An admiring look at the kitchen. Well. Hector certainly has the money for this. Hox accepts the wine with a nod, sitting down next to Dallas.* It is a nice place.
  88. [19:07:09] <Dallas> *Hector inclines his head.* Thank you for the kind words. It's been... busy. I haven't had much chance to spend any time here. Also the reason why I waited so long to reach out to you--though it's not a good excuse. *A couple plaintains and a pair of tomatoes sit waiting on the cutting board, but he leaves them alone for now, giving Hox his full attention.* How have you been? I heard through Bain you started working again almost as soon as you got back.
  89. [19:15:49] <Hoxton> Busy, yeah I getcha. Always somethin to do huh? *He takes a sip, motions with his hand.* Things have been happenin for us as well. I daresay we were pretty busy ourselves. *A look at Dallas and he smiles.* Well can say the last few weeks were a bloody improvement. Jail lifestyle an me? Just doesnt mesh. I need to spread my wings, ya know? *He nods, grinning.* I aint the type for idlin around. Been doin that for long enough. And what can I say. I bloody missed it.
  90. [19:16:51] <Hoxton> And what about yourself? How's business treatin ya?
  91. [19:20:13] <Dallas> Hector: I shouldn't complain. Business is good. But never mind me-- *He steps back to the board, starts cutting up vegetables.* Bain tells me you recently managed to turn unfortunate circumstances into a rare opportunity. Something about a club downtown?
  92. [19:24:38] <Hoxton> Bain did huh? Well suppose he wanted to brag. But then.. got us a solid plan. And yeah right. *Hox puffs up his chest a little, looking honestly proud of himself and Dallas.* Things got a wee little messy with the russians. Should have trashed a club of theirs and things went a little... overboard. But managed to convince em that I am way more charmin alive than at the bottom of the potomac. Ended up doin business for them and what can I say. We stole quite some coke right under the pig's noses without em even realizin.
  93. [19:28:23] <Dallas> *Hector turns, gives him a smile.* I saw it on the news! The helicopter landing on the roof of the police station. The whole deal was quick, efficient. I like that. *He stops cutting, offers Hox the knife.* Could you help me finish cutting these? *Meaning the tomatoes.* I'll get started on the chicken.
  94. [19:32:09] <Hoxton> Oh. Sure...like that? *he goes cutting the tomatoes, asking Hector how he wantes them cut. And while he dices up that plump red thing, he cant help but wonder. This feels...almost too familiar and too relaxed.* It was pretty amazin. It's incredible what a set of DCPD clothes can make out of you.
  95. [19:38:52] <Dallas> *Hector laughs, getting the marinated meat out to grill.* Like a wolf in pig's clothes. Captain Winters must have lost his shit when he realized you slipped right under the noses of his men. *Dallas sits at the counter, nursing a glass of wine, watching them. While the chicken sizzles, Hector asks Hox a little about future prospects. Whether he plans on taking a break from the business, maybe travel a little--he's a free man now, after all. Nothing tying him down to DC.*
  96. [19:39:49] <Dallas> *Hector looks over at the tomatoes, says it's exactly right.*
  97. [19:42:53] <Hoxton> *Well if you count russia, but Hox isnt gonna mention that trip. Enough mob business as it were. He chuckles.* I hope so. Ahh if I could have seen that fellas face. An me? Well. I have been thinkin about investin a little. Real estate, ya know? Otherwise, we'll take the jobs as they come. 'S just nice bein busy, ya know? And so far, I think I enjoy DC.
  98. [19:42:57] <Sydney> Cool, I need to borrow some. *She reluctantly gets back up, walking over to the bags of loot they've brought in. She digs up the heavy gold bar, setting it aside on the table.*
  99. [19:54:17] <Dallas> *At the words "real estate", Dallas looks up at them and cracks a smile, piping up* Thinking of settling down, kiddo? Putting down roots? *He starts saying something else, but Hector cuts in.*
  100. [19:54:44] <Dallas> Hector: I think it's a good idea. Some people, moving from bunker to bunker, like a rat--a man needs a place to truly call his own. A retreat. A home to be proud of.
  101. [19:57:40] <Hoxton> *Hox swirls that wine a little in his glass, smiling and looking at Dallas. He seems pretty much at ease.* At some point, I gotta huh? And besides DCs got a couple nice places. *he focues back on Hector.* Bloody right. And for me, I am pretty done skulkin in any bunkers or some white.
  102. [20:07:31] <Dallas> *Hector seems to find Hox pretty handy to have around the kitchen as a sous chef, and enlists his help with the salad. Just quiet banter over the soft sounds of frying and a bottle of wine. Dinner's crisp thin chicken laid over rice, hedged in by sweet and salty slices of fried plantain, and tomato and avocado. Very very Colombian. Hector tries to keep the conversation light, but it's clear there's something weighing on his mind, the way he's fidgeting with his glass. At length, he says* I'm sorry for what happened.
  103. [20:10:20] <Dallas> *They're in the dining room, probably. It's quiet in the house, makes even the tiniest fork sound uncomfortable.*
  104. [20:12:06] <Hoxton> *Hox looks a little puzzled. Because that level of care? It's feels genuine enough and Hector does not look like he i just saying this. The food is great, and together with the wine, it is pretty ...enjoyable. But still. The house seems so big and so empty. And Hox wonders why. Or if there is more to it than simply work keeping things empty here.*
  105. [20:12:07] <Hoxton> 'S alright. Shite went tits up. Still not sure how the cops got wind of it all. But thats a bloody good guess for me and for you. Besides, I am out and kickin.
  106. [20:15:15] <Dallas> *What does Hox know about the gang's contractors? They worked fairly closely with Hector before everything went wrong. Did he pay much attention to the stories told about him? Did he look into his history as part of his due diligence?*
  107. [20:19:30] <Hoxton> *To be honest, Hox knows probably way less than Dallas about the man. Since it was mostly Dallas arranging jobs and keeping in contact with their contractors. And the stories? That his family took a big blow from the Mendozas before he managed to pull them out of their ashes. and that he is a man pretty set on the principles of honor and respect. Anything else, he doesnt know. And probably wont. After all....they are business partners at the most, right?*
  108. [20:20:56] <Dallas> *Do you want a little more intel?*
  109. [20:21:50] <Hoxton> *Yes. He wants some.*
  110. [20:31:28] <Dallas> *The initial blow from the Mendozas cost Hector his father and his brothers. Hector is the last of the Morales, the end of the line. Unmarried, with no children of his own. An endling. With his family's fortune, he rebuilt the cartel on the work of mercenaries like the Payday gang. Better, stronger. But the family is gone. The Morales Cartel is rich, glittering, splendid--empty at the heart of it, just like the house.*
  111. [20:31:31] <Dallas> *Despite Hox's words, Hector still looks somber.* It was my fault you got caught up in that mess. If I hadn't sent you on that job-- *beat* I want to make sure what happened never happens again. If anything ever happens--if anyone ever threatens you, come to me. I will make your problems go away. After everything you did for me, it's the least I can do.
  112. [20:32:59] <Dallas> *Don't look at Dallas right now, 'cause he's looking uncomfortable and picking at his food.*
  113. [20:39:37] <Hoxton> *A little bit like him, huh? Hox never went forth as much as to compare himself to Hector, but he can understand. His home in Sheffield should be just as empty. Tended in turns by Aldstone, the ever faithful. But all parallels aside, he honestly never pitied Hector. As much as he probably didnt. But now, that sudden bout of compassion feels odd. He hasnt talked about his time behind barrs, not even with Dallas. It's over. And not like there is much to share aside from tearjerking material. Hox shifts on his seat, watching Hector. Sure his job went tits up but earning that level of pity..* I....bloody hell. I appreciate it, Hector. Good to know ya got our back. *He peers at Dallas then back at Hector.* But what's happened happened. I aint the one sulkin in the past. Hope future business will turn out more fruitful huh?
  114. [20:46:18] <Dallas> *Hector nods, doesn't push it. While they're on the subject of future business--no waffling, he comes right out with it. He's got something of a strange situation going on with his meth operation here in DC. If they're open to the idea, he'd love to run the details by them, see what they think.*
  115. [20:49:44] <Hoxton> *He nods, forking up rice.* Go ahead, Hector. Meth operation huh? Well let's see what ya got.
  116. [20:56:16] <Dallas> Hector: The situation is we found dealers downtown selling my cook's product. But they're not my dealers. There has to be a leak somewhere--either someone's stealing from the supply, or someone leaked the recipe. So far, they're not cutting into our profits, so I've left them alone to do their selling, but I know it's only a matter of time before they try to expand their operations. What I need to know is where they got their product.
  117. [21:03:17] <Hoxton> *Now that seems like some casing and sleuthing job to Hox. He listens attentively, wondering who those people are daring to cut into Hector's product like this. That's gotta take some balls, for sure.* Yeah. People do tend to get cocky past their boundaries huh? *he rubs his chin, looking thoughtful.* If we take this job, we'll need info. Who that cook is, where he's keepin his supply and so on. *he turns to look at Dallas.* Whaddaya say? It's gonna be delicate work, I think.
  118. [21:09:34] <Dallas> *Dallas nods, concedes* Couldn't hurt to take a look.
  119. [21:09:37] <Dallas> Hector: This... job. I hesitate to call this a job, even. My cook insists there has been no leak, and it's a delicate situation. It needs a careful touch, which I know you have. I can't ask any of my own men to investigate. What I need is a pair of outsider's eyes on the situation. I would appreciate if you could have a look at it. I'll let you have access to the lab, of course.
  120. [21:15:01] <Hoxton> *Hox nods at Dallas. Even if the offer was more spoken to him, Dallas is still calling the shots. He is still glad he agrees so far. This doesnt look like a job he'd usually associate with drugs and cartels.* I get ya. That shite is very delicate. Gettin a couple unbiased eyes in should help. And I daresay Dallas an me, we know our way among crooks. Suppose ya wanted to have us start immediately?
  121. [21:17:47] <Dallas> *Hector is quick to correct him, offering more wine.* No. No rush. As I said, it's still a budding operation, more of an annoyance than a true problem. If you get the chance, perhaps come to the lab next week and meet the cooks, see what they have to say about it. That should be a start.
  122. [21:22:36] <Hoxton> *Which Hox accepts. Nothing like a gentle buzz to goddamn relax.* Well, I think that can be arranged. *he wonders what kind of people cook meth for a guy like Hector. That will be an interesting visit.* If anythin's spreadin from them, we gotta find out. How many cooks do ya employ? Just so we get a general idea how far info could be spreadin?
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  126. [17:10:05] <Dallas> *Hector says it's two cooks. They're the only ones with full knowledge of the formula and process, but others have access to the lab, either as assistants or security. If it turns out one of the full-time cooks is moonlighting for another gang... they could have a serious problem on their hands, since the cooks have been keeping their recipe real close to the vest. Not even Hector knows how it's made.*
  127. [17:14:39] <Hoxton> I see. Well it's gonna be somethin to find out where the leak is. But I think....the cooks leakin stuff would be too easy to trace back to em. *Hox swirls the wine thoughtfully.* But I am sure we can unearth the leak soon. We know our way 'round delicate business. We got this, fella.
  128. [17:23:02] <Dallas> *Hector nods.* After the way you handled the situation with the Russians, I have no doubt this is all in good hands. I appreciate you doing this for me. *And with that, that brief business talk is over. If Hox has anything to ask or request, now's the time to do it, but the rest of the meal goes quietly in the big empty house.*
  129. [17:28:18] <Hoxton> *Hox grins. Look at that. The whole russian fiasco ended up bringing them even some sort of infamy among the right people. Hox nods, raising his wine glass a little.* Dont ya worry. And bloody hell. I havent eaten bananas like these. Dinner was very good! *he relaxes a little now that business is done. It's...nice. He expected much more business attitude while eating in Hector's house. But he's been a good host and this was more of a normal dinner than contract talk.*
  130. [17:29:30] <Hoxton> And...well. Not sure if this is ya field of business. But if ya happen to know any people good at forgin' passports and the like. Feel free ta direct em to me.
  131. [17:35:41] <Dallas> *Hector perks up a little at the word "forging".* It just so happens I'm familiar with a skilled forger. I'll forward you his contact information through Bain. *There's a cigar and a little rum and conversation after dinner, and as things start to wind down and it's time to go, Hector pulls Hox aside, gives him a bag with a couple thick plantains in it. Says, y'know, try it for yourself. Just slice them up thinly and fry them in a little oil, dab
  132. [17:35:41] <Dallas> the oil off, maybe salt if you want to, then just eat 'em like this. He seems happy to be sharing a bit of Colombian culture.*
  133. [17:36:04] <Dallas> ((OH MY GOD, HOXTON. "Tastes strange! :D"))
  134. [17:36:33] <Hoxton> ((Hox: :D ....Plantain? Tastes strange!))
  135. [17:36:38] <Dallas> ((Hector: D8< AHHH!))
  136. [17:36:47] <Hoxton> ((Hox: D8 WHAT.))
  137. [17:42:22] <Hoxton> That would be amazin, fella! I just...well. Ya know how it is. Aint that easy to go and get one myself huh? *He chuckles, the cigar now even more tasty ever since the russian business got resolved peacefully. During the smoke and drink, Hox colorfully talks about their break in to the police station, how they walked in just like that. Hell, even blew the door up with C4! He asks for a tour of the garden, shooting Dallas a couple looks and mutters to him softly.* Big properties huh? *And when they are about to head out, Hox accepts the bananas....PLANTAINS with a grateful nod, telling him he'll try that since he enjoyed them earlier at dinner. He offers Hector a handshake, telling him they'll let him know when they are to head out to the cooks.*
  138. [17:50:19] <Dallas> *Hector's more more than happy to show Hox and Dallas around the back garden, little lights dotting winding paved paths leading through the bushes. It's nice in the spring, Hector says, inviting them both to come back again. He gives Hox a nice firm handshake, then he gives him his number, and says he'll get him the forger's contact information, and says to call if he needs anything else.*
  139. [17:50:23] <Dallas> *Quick goodbyes, and they're back in Dallas' car, heading down that quiet street with the radio going quietly in the background. After a moment, Dallas says* That went well.
  140. [17:55:19] <Hoxton> *Hox shakes his hand, thanking him for a tasty dinner and nice evening. And then he climbs into Dallas' sleek mercedes, lounging in the seat. He is tempted to ruffle his hair but pulls back when he touches the gel.* Yeah! Bloody hell, he really went all out to have us have a nice evenin huh? *Hox is pleasantly buzzed from the rum and wine.* It was. ...nice. I kinda expected....dunno. It bein all business. *Hox falls quiet, starts fidgetin a little* Did I do good? I mean...bloody hell. Been a while since I did social shite.
  141. [17:58:53] <Dallas> *Dallas looks over at him--as long as he dares before looking back at the road. Jim motherfucking Hoxworth asking if he did good. Jesus.* You were perfect. Just like your hair. *And he grins, reaching over to vigorously mess it up.*
  142. [17:59:36] <Dallas> *How long is his hair, actually? Is it at that awkward length between short enough and long enough?*
  143. [18:02:35] <Hoxton> Oi! OI! *Hox laughs, trying to bend out of reach but maybe not trying really. He makes halfhearted swipes at his hand and then looks at him. A slight frown while his hair sticks out in all directions. Prickly Hedgeworth. It's growing and definitely longer than that prison buzzcut. It's precisely that awkward length* OI. Now look at what ya have done! I look like a bleedin hedgehog! *the frown turns into a grin and he eyes Dallas before attempting a hair assault on his own. REVENGE.*
  144. [18:10:50] <Dallas> *Immediate protesting.* Hey--HEY! I'm drivin' here, I'M DRIVIN' HERE-- *Dallas fends him off with a laugh.* I gotta focus here, wise guy. Gonna end up running off the road, then we'll have to sit tight and wait for a tow. Or embarrass ourselves hiking back to Hector's. Save it, all right? *But he's grinning.*
  145. [18:10:58] <Dallas> *He clears his throat, turns up the radio. The host's taking calls, and he's currently hotly arguing with a potato quality caller over the thing that happened downtown earlier today. Caller's trying to argue the Payday gang's some kind of chaotic force balancing out the government and big corporations, kind of a modern day Robin Hood gang, forcibly redistributing wealth from the 1%, but the host's having none of it.*
  146. [18:15:00] <Hoxton> *Hox grins wickedly. The hand stops attempting full assault at his hair but he rests it on his shoulder. Call it a gentle reminder that he will have his revenge sooner or later. He still looks like a hedgehog, but there is a statisfied gleam in his eyes.* Wouldnt be that bad huh? Hector's house got a few spare rooms huh? *A little squeeze on his shoulder but he then turns his attention to the radio. His grin turns into a frown a listens.* Wait a minute. They are yappin about us!
  147. [18:16:54] <Hoxton> The thing downtown? What are they on about?
  148. [18:30:24] <Dallas> *Dallas had quickly turned the volume back down after first hearing their crew mentioned, but now he awkwardly turns it up again, saying to Hox with a chuckle, careful not to talk over the radio* Sleepover at Hector's? Sign me up.
  149. [18:30:33] <Dallas> Host: *talking over the guest* The Payday-- The Payday gang ruins lives. Okay? I don't care if they're donating all the money they've stolen to charity, that won't bring back all the innocent men and women they've killed. Four men died out there today, and there's two more in the hospital who might not pull through--all because these clowns you're so keen on defending felt the sudden urge to get out there and play cops and robbers.
  150. [18:31:19] <Dallas> Guest: You're not listening to me, Charlie, I'm telling you--they're not all killers. Not all of 'em! You can't lump 'em all in together!
  151. [18:39:24] <Hoxton> *Hox turns, the grin returning. Now this is a pleasant turn* Oh yeah? Dont tempt me ta make ya crash here, fella. ....If ya meant sharin a room. *he grins but the Host is doing good business on catching his attention. Hox listens quietly and the frown deepens.* Ya know what happened downtown because I am at a loss, mate.
  152. [18:40:25] <Hoxton> *And the host isnt even wrong. He knows. But it's not everyday you hear it out of stranger's mouths. Even less someone defending you.*
  153. [18:49:50] <Dallas> *Dallas shakes his head, frowning. The two on the radio are still going at it heatedly, and the guest goes* Listen--I was there. I was there when they robbed that jewelry store downtown. One of the guards had gotten shot--
  154. [18:49:50] <Dallas> Host: By one of the clowns!
  155. [18:49:59] <Dallas> Guest: Yes, all right--but my point is, they tried to save him. Hoxton tried to save him.
  156. [18:49:59] <Dallas> Host: Well, I'm glad you're on first-name terms with these psychopaths.
  157. [18:50:18] <Dallas> Dallas: *glancing over* Y'want me to put some music on?
  158. [18:56:44] <Hoxton> *Hox' eyes widen as he hears that. He remembers that time. He remembers being in the dingy alley and the guard losing blood on the ground. Begging to be saved. He didnt regret that back then and he doesnt now. An odd sensation tightens his chest and he nods.* Yeah fuckin hell. I'd like that.
  159. [18:58:29] <Hoxton> *The bad guys. They are. But how many shades of bad are there and does it matter?* Fuck me.
  160. [19:01:15] <Dallas> *The host's saying* I like the words you're using. "Tried to save him". Tried to. How about you tell us what happened next, huh? I mean, we've all heard the interview already. One of your fellow survivors giving the full unvarnished story. You know what, I think we've got the clip right here. Hey, Andre! Let's hear the clip!
  161. [19:01:19] <Dallas> *Dallas quickly hits the radio, switches to a jazz station.*
  162. [19:04:24] <Hoxton> *Hox shoots Dallas a grateful look and sighs. He gazes up ahead, enjoying the soft and swinging tunes before speaking.* That's...more love for us than I thought we'd get. Jesus christ.
  163. [19:04:47] <Hoxton> And already feels like ages ago, huh?
  164. [19:07:25] <Dallas> *Dallas is silent for a moment, then he just says simply* Yeah. I guess so. *It's a quiet drive back to DC.*
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