2019-02-09 #acdum Hackerman

2019-02-09 Hackerman
Jimmy, Wolf, Sydney, Hoxton, Dallas

[19:29:30] <Dallas> *It's the day after the Tasteful. Bain's sent everyone a message. He's been watching the neighborhood, and says it's very unlikely the Russians will return. They may not even be aware of the safehouse's existence. Still, everyone should exercise caution entering and leaving the place.*
[19:39:48] <Wolf> *Rather bold of Bain to assume Jimmy'd leave at all. Last few times have just been to the junkyard to scavenge. Wolf's situation is similar, only to go home every so often. Muffin's back again, and it seems like she and Dot are getting along a bit better. A bit.*
[19:41:12] <Sydney> *After her talk with Wolf, Sydney's been hiding out down in the firing range. She's been taking out her feelings on a series of ever-more bullet ridden targets, above all wishing that things weren't this complicated.*
[19:41:35] <Dallas> *Dallas drives back to the safehouse in the late afternoon with pizza picked up on the way there, and his roomie in the passenger seat. Todd to his BoJack. Are there slices missing now? Probably, right?*
[19:42:59] <Hoxton> *Definitely. Hox looks rather tense on shotgun but nowhere near as bad as the night he had a little friendly conversation. He is chewing away, thinking about how to untangle this shitfest as soon as possible*
[19:43:18] <Wolf> *Definitely. Partially thanks to the fact that Dot is now capable of eating, although in small portions. Storage is still her primary function.*
[19:54:34] <Sydney> *Soon enough, the siren smell of pizza breaches through the gun smoke down in the firing range. She's gone through a significant amount of the ammo she set aside for training, and she knows running from this isn't going to help. She sighs, secures her weapon, then heads upstairs.*
[19:55:39] <Dallas> *Pizza's on the kitchen counter. Dallas is sitting on a couch nearby, checking his phone.*
[20:00:30] <Hoxton> *Hox sits on the couch as well. Cradling a slice and quietly eating it. Oh man, this better not end into another shouting match.*
[20:00:59] <Sydney> *With a nod of acknowledgement to Dallas. Sydney heads to the kitchen sink first, stripping off her gloves and washing her hands. The cool water feels good on her aching hands, and she takes those extra moments to make sure she's composed. She grabs a couple of slices of pizza before heading back and sitting at the couch as well. She doesn't say anything, she's just eating her pizza.*
[20:01:13] <Sydney> ((*and Hoxton. didn't see that you were on the couch also))
[20:04:50] <Dallas> *A nod back in greeting, then Dallas says* You seen Wolf? Jimmy?
[20:05:29] <Sydney> Yeah, saw Wolf a couple hours ago. Dunno where he's off to.
[20:06:53] <Dallas> All right, you guys go ahead and fuel up. Take your time. We'll give Bain a call in a few.
[20:07:52] <Sydney> *Sydney nods and continues eating, looking up at Hoxton every now and again.*
[20:08:20] <Hoxton> Cheers for the pizza. *he gets up and for once gets himself some fizzy drink. Clear head for the debrief, that is.* Anyone want some?
[20:09:54] <Hoxton> *Hard to tell if he doesnt notice or doesnt want to notice the looks. For now, he is keeping civil, nodding at the prospect of calling Bain.*
[20:11:05] <Dallas> *Dallas looks up.* Yeah, thanks. *He holds his hands up--toss, and I'll catch.*
[20:11:24] <Sydney> *Sydney shakes her head. Not that she doesn't trust he won't do anything to her drink, she's just not thirsty.*
[20:14:08] <Hoxton> *He tosses one for Dallas and opens his one with a resounding hiss.* Yeah fook me, there is a mess but I am pretty sure nothin we cant fix eh?
[20:17:01] <Sydney> I'm sure we can come up with something, yeah?
[20:19:03] <Hoxton> So. If ya dont mind me sayin somethin. *He nods at Dallas* I am not eatin breakfast with the fishes, yet. Thank ya very much. But unless we all dont fancy a wet breakfast, we gotta pull one job for Aleksandr.
[20:20:37] <Sydney> Job? *Sydney blinks, then puts her half-eaten slice of pizza back down on her plate.* A job for the guy who nabbed you?
[20:20:46] <Sydney> ((u fuckin wot m8))
[20:22:47] <Hoxton> I said that, didnt I? *he crosses his arms* That or it's gonna get ugly for us.
[20:23:37] <Sydney> You definitely did not mention that, but then again things got kinda heated. *Beat.* It's already ugly, innit.
[20:27:08] <Hoxton> Yeah they did. *he looks at her with a slight frown but doesnt comment.*
[20:30:26] <Sydney> *She is silent, picking up her piece of pizza and continuing to eat.*
[20:31:41] <Dallas> *Taking note of the silence, Dallas says* All right, buddies. I'm calling him. *He calls, sets the phone on the table between them.* Bain, you're on speaker. I got Hoxton and Sydney here. We'll brief Wolf later.
[20:31:47] <Dallas> *A very familiar voice on the other end of the line. Been a while since they heard from him, but there's Bain, potato quality on the phone speakers. Sounding a little nervous.* Afternoon, people. Everyone all right?
[20:33:21] <Sydney> *Her mouth full, Sydney nods, then glances around, realizing Bain probably has cameras here.*
[20:34:06] <Dallas> *Yeah, he did mention keeping an eye on the neighborhood during the off hours. He's probably watching live feeds right now.*
[20:35:55] <Hoxton> Oi there! Yeah we are fine so far, mate. How's it goin? *he leans back, taking a sip. Wondering how and where he is keeping an eye out for them*
[20:37:14] <Sydney> *Sydney shifts a little uncomfortably upon her realization, and desperately hopes Bain hasn't told Dallas about the project she's been working on.*
[20:39:17] <Dallas> Bain: *hardtime.mp3* Hoxton--I'm so sorry, what happened last night could have been prevented, but I didn't catch the phone in time. Things went totally FUBAR, and that's on me! Please forgive me!
[20:44:10] <Hoxton> *Hox looks a little surprised at the urgency there and just nods.* Oi, 's alright. No need to cry, mate. *beat* Though I am the one askin for a little help here. *A soft curse* I fuckin forgot about the phone. Dont beat yaself up about it, mate.
[20:45:01] <Sydney> *Sydney leans back, feeling slightly vindicated.*
[20:45:39] <Dallas> Bain: We can fix this, guys. Can you tell me what happened? Anything you remember--about the car, the men who attacked you. Anything they said.
[20:48:52] <Hoxton> Well. I wasnt bloody keen on watchin some torture shite with Vlad so I had a smoke. Ya...probably know about Dmitri, yeah? Well. Turns out some Aleksandr fella was havin a boss who is not happy at all with Dmitris medical situation. *A sigh* He got me by the riverfront. He and two big fuckin brutes. Some Boris twat with em. Anyway, says I can be useful and live and says the son of his boss fooked up. Meth got confiscated at a precinct and we gotta get it out of there.
[20:49:07] <Hoxton> Ah, drove a black ...audi. Yeah an audi.
[20:50:36] <Dallas> Bain: *muttering* Aleksandr... *focusing back in on the conversation* Did you say a police precinct? And he wants you to go in there? He must be out of his fucking mind.
[20:50:53] <Sydney> He wants you to get caught.
[20:51:25] <Sydney> ((yea now that I'm thinking about it this whole thing is a trap))
[20:51:51] <Sydney> ((Hoxton has to be there in particular to do a thing. bam, right back to prison forever))
[20:53:12] <Hoxton> *Hox winces.* Yeah. A police precinct. Got their product secured down there.
[20:55:32] <Hoxton> And if he wants me caught, he coulda have dropped me right by any precinct. He wants the meth, genuinely.
[20:55:32] <Dallas> *Bain goes quiet for a moment. Probably thinking the same thing Sydney just said aloud. Then he asks Hox for more details. Which particular station Aleks wants him to hit, and when.*
[20:56:59] <Sydney> Yeah, but you'd have had a decent chance of escaping. You mighta run for it. But in the basement of a fucking police station? Nowhere to go. Game over.
[20:58:16] <Hoxton> It's the second district precinct. And I dont think he mentioned a specific time. But I doubt leavin this fella waitin is a good idea.
[20:58:47] <Hoxton> *beat* If anythin, it's not just me. Us all.
[20:59:31] <Dallas> *Soft typing sounds on the other end of the line. Clicking.*
[20:59:53] <Sydney> You all. I'm not setting foot in a police station unless I'm shooting my way in.
[21:01:06] <Hoxton> It aint just my arse on the line, lassie. This is on us all.
[21:01:49] <Sydney> Fine, whatever. *She rolls her eyes, but nods.* Well, if we're talking plans to get us outta this predicament, I have a suggestion.
[21:02:37] <Dallas> *Dallas looks over, gives her a nod.*
[21:02:42] <Hoxton> No. I mean it. He said his boss aint happy with all of us. Ya think shankin me will be satisfyin them? It's us. The clowns.
[21:03:02] <Sydney> Just fucking kill all of them.
[21:03:13] <Sydney> Vlad can expand, take over their operations.
[21:03:15] <Hoxton> *Hox looks at her and then starts laughing*
[21:05:51] <Sydney> You really think that this'll be done after one job? It'll be 'oh, just one more thing' or 'this is the last thing, I promise!'
[21:06:08] <Sydney> He's got us bent over a barrel. Do you really think he's gonna stop?
[21:07:00] <Hoxton> Ya cant just kill the whole russian mob in DC. That aint possible. *He looks sour though. He is not liking it either.*
[21:07:16] <Sydney> Then just Aleksandr and his crew.
[21:07:23] <Dallas> *Bain is quiet for a moment, then he says* Going up against the Russian mafia won't be easy.
[21:07:36] <Hoxton> Yeah and expect the rest of the family not stormin in? C'mon.
[21:07:50] <Dallas> Bain: We can't risk taking any half-measures. If we go for them, we have to eliminate every last one of them.
[21:07:58] <Sydney> Fair enough.
[21:08:48] <Sydney> I still think we should do it.
[21:09:00] <Hoxton> I wont fuckin go for a war. That's insanity. *A deep breath* I wanna fix this. And if it keeps bendin us over....I am fuckin sorry. But if we go for em, we wont have any safe night.
[21:09:36] <Hoxton> Jesus, Bain. Talk some sense in her! We are four! Five, when Chains comes back. Against what? Hundreds?
[21:10:17] <Sydney> We would get the added guarantee that this won't happen to us again. With a rep like that? We wouldn't have to worry about this shit in the future.
[21:10:54] <Dallas> Bain: It doesn't have to only be us. Maybe we can get Vlad's people on our side. Or Hector--
[21:10:59] <Dallas> Dallas: Bain--no. That's not gonna work.
[21:13:15] <Sydney> Or even the cops. Call in enough tips about their operations, chip the Russians down.
[21:13:28] <Hoxton> Thanks! Jesus christ! *He looks absolutely unhappy with this.* A bloody gang war is the fuckin last thing this city needs. Or us, for the record.
[21:15:00] <Hoxton> And the cops? Ya dont think they are on their payroll already?
[21:15:53] <Dallas> Bain: All right, people. The way I'm seeing this, we really have three options here. One--do the job for the Russians. There's no guarantee this will satisfy them, but I can do my best to come up with a foolproof plan. Two--we call in a favor. Maybe another team can pull off the job. Three--we go all in. We call a meet with this Aleksandr, and we kill them all.
[21:18:15] <Sydney> *She frowns, deep in thought.* ...You know, door number two actually might be a good option. Best case scenario: they get the goods and we're free of the Ruskies. Worst case, they get the goods but the Ruskies ask for more. Then we can just go with door number 3.
[21:18:21] <Sydney> Minimal risk to us.
[21:19:45] <Hoxton> I'd still wanna see this foolproof plan. Aleksandr might not be happy we wont be the ones pullin it.
[21:20:20] <Sydney> Did he say anything about needing us specifically there? Or does he just want the goods?
[21:21:14] <Dallas> *Dallas exchanges an uncomfortable look with Hoxton at the second idea.*
[21:25:27] <Dallas> Bain: I'm looking at the building blueprints now. Aaaand... we have security feeds. Their firewall really needs an update.
[21:25:52] <Hoxton> *Hox returns the look. Looking equally uncomfortable.* Yeah. There might be something along the lines. Something we should discuss, Bain.  *he looks away* Aleksandr was rather keen on me not sharin details on that one.
[21:26:25] <Hoxton> *A soft snort* Fuckin hackerman.
[21:26:48] <Dallas> Bain: I'm listening. Go ahead.
[21:27:59] <Sydney> *Sydney arches an eyebrow, listening intently.*
[21:28:53] <Hoxton> *He looks at Sydney.* Listen. If I am sharin this, better not tell anyone. Get it? Dont tell Wolf without us greenlightin it. Wanna keep potential danger minimal. *he clears his throat. God he needs a smoke.* He wants me to fuck with some court files while down in the storage.
[21:29:44] <Dallas> *Bain seems to take it all in stride.* Which ones? Did he give you the case numbers?
[21:29:52] <Hoxton> *fingers wiggling* Contaminate the evidence.
[21:29:59] <Sydney> *She nods. Honestly she doesn't give a fuck, but if it's a way to make up for shit, she'll keep it secret.*
[21:30:25] <Hoxton> Yeah. Hang on. *he takes out a bit of paper, reading him the numbers.*
[21:34:38] <Dallas> *Typing sounds on the other end, then a moment of quiet while Bain looks for the file in question.* It's a manslaughter case from about a month ago. A man was killed at a bar. *He tells them the suspect's name. Russian, of course. Out on bail, surprisingly, but charges have been pressed.*
[21:36:27] <Hoxton> Yeah seems they want this fella out. And apparently his case is down in that storage. And he was oddly specific I am doin it. But he said it shouldnt be linked to me or ya or any of us. A sneaky one.
[21:37:35] <Sydney> *Sydney frowns.* Who was the vic?
[21:47:16] <Dallas> *Bain skims, gives them the skinny. Turns out the victim, Sam, was a woman ("My mistake, people!"), and an off-duty cop. She was killed when she tried to stop the suspect from attacking other bar patrons in a drunken rage. The prosecution's really gunning for this cop killer, and with the physical evidence recovered at the scene--and eyewitness statements--it's looking like an open and shut case. Definite conviction, and they'll be seeking the maximum sentence.*
[21:47:54] <Sydney> ...No fuckin wonder Aleks wants this evidence to get contaminated.
[21:48:26] <Sydney> Betcha anything he's already leaning on the eyewitnesses pretty hard.
[21:49:30] <Hoxton> Jesus. Yeah that fella is done for unless I am goin to fuck with shit.
[21:49:59] <Hoxton> *he sighs and rubs his face. Christ, this sounds bad.*
[21:52:47] <Dallas> Bain: I know this sounds like a lot, but--if you want to try pulling this job, give me a couple hours, and I'll see about coming up with a plan.
[21:54:55] <Wolf> *It's now that the gang sees Wolf walking out from the basement, clear anxiety in his stance only being soothed by Muffin in his arms. He does not want to be here.*
[21:54:56] <Hoxton> Cheers, mate. Please do that! Fuckin hell. This shit wasnt supposed to happen. *He leans back and rubs his face.* Fuck's sake.
[21:55:40] <Sydney> Hey Wolfy. Hey Muffin. *She nods to them.*
[21:56:47] <Wolf> *And as for Jimmy, he's nowhere to be directly seen, but Dot's hiding under the coffee table.*
[21:58:09] <Dallas> Bain: Hey, Wolf! Okay, I'll call you guys back later. Take care. *And he ends the call.*
[22:04:50] <Sydney> *There's an empty seat next to Sydney, and she thinks about patting it, but doesn't.*
[22:07:38] <Wolf> *He doesn't move from the top of the stairs, anyways.*
[22:14:15] <Hoxton> *Hox stretches himself and sighs. He sees Wolf standing there, nodding curtly but not engaging further.*
[22:15:30] <Sydney> We're...trying to figure out what to do now. The guy that nabbed Hoxton wants us to pull a job.
[22:15:39] <Dallas> Yeah, have a seat, buddy. Let's get you up to speed.
[22:17:42] <Wolf> *He moves, cautiously, and takes that seat next to Sydney. Wants to say something to Hox, but now's not the time.* ... R-Right. I.. Sorry. D-Definitely wasn't hiding in the vault and crying. *He mumbles that last sentence.*
[22:18:19] <Hoxton> *Hox nods.* Anyone mind me havin a smoke in here? *He raises an eyebrow at Wolf.*
[22:19:15] <Dallas> *Dallas doesn't say anything, but offers to light his smoke.*
[22:19:45] <Sydney> *...Fuck. Sydney bites her lip, then gently pats him on the shoulder. She lets her hand linger, trying to be supportive.*
[22:19:47] <Wolf> *Wolf shifts uncomfortably. Great. He's already made things awkward.*
[22:20:23] <Dallas> There's some pizza-- *nods towards the boxes* If you're hungry.
[22:20:45] <Hoxton> *He accepts the light.* Cheers. Fuckin hell, I needed that. *he takes a drag* So. As Sydney said. Aleksandr wants us to pull a job for him or else it's our arses on the line.
[22:20:59] <Wolf> *Dot's come out from under the table at that. Yes. She is hungry.*
[22:25:34] <Sydney> *After a final reassuring pat on Wolf's shoulder, Sydney digs in her pockets and pulls out a cigarette. She lights it herself, using a torch lighter.*
[22:26:42] <Dallas> *Well, if they're smoking-- Dallas lights up, reaches to put his phone back in his pocket.*
[22:27:52] <Wolf> *Wolf's sat there, trying to find words. Dot is trying to reach the Pizza. Help her soul.*
[22:28:16] <Dallas> *That silence. Dallas sits there for a moment, smoking, then stands and says awkwardly* Well. I'm going... to the bathroom. *And he walks away, heading for the garage.*
[22:31:11] <Hoxton> *Well Hox will give him the short on the job. Or their options that is. He isnt mentioning the special job however, not sure what to make of it until he's talked with Bain again.*
[22:32:50] <Sydney> *Sydney arches an eyebrow at Hox omitting the secret part of the job, but bites her tongue. She's done enough to upset Hox recently, and she's sure Wolf will understand.*
[22:37:53] <Wolf> *He's giving small nods.* Okay, okay.... That's- That's a lot.
[22:39:04] <Dallas> *At some point, Dallas awkwardly circles back from the garage, heading down into the bunker that is the basement. Totally vacating the premises, so feel free to speak freely.*
[22:39:52] <Wolf> ... H- Hey, Hox, can- can I say something?
[22:40:12] <Hoxton> Course. Shoot it, mate.
[22:42:39] <Wolf> I-I'm sorry. I'm sorry about what I said yesterday. You're- You're a good person, and you're a good friend. I love you, I love you so much, and I don't know what happened.
[22:47:42] <Hoxton> *Hox looks rather startled. He shifts where he sits, raising his hands.* Uh. Cheers, mate. Well....shite happened.
[22:48:47] <Sydney> *Sydney eyes the two of them, then stands up to go to the kitchen to do...something. Feeling too awkward being there.*
[22:49:28] <Wolf> *Ah, great, Wolf. You've gone and ruined everything again.* I- I'm sorry, I-
[22:50:03] <Dallas> *Dallas is seriously hiding out in the vault, playing with his phone.*
[22:51:23] <Hoxton> Let's just say shite was tossed on both sides. Listen, I had a fuckin rough night and then ya both laid onto me. *Beat* Let's just forget about  it? Shite happened and I am workin on it gettin it solved.
[22:52:12] <Wolf> ... Yeah. That's- that's a good idea. I'm sorry.
[22:54:09] <Hoxton> Well, next time maybe not just gang up with someone else. *he rubs his face* Fuckin hell. I get ya want to make good with her but fella. That was cold.
[22:54:55] <Wolf> I- I know, I just- I don't know. *He's closed in a bit now, looking down.*
[22:57:45] <Hoxton> Then think about it, mate. And for the record? Doubt a lass like her enjoys havin a knight come to her rescue in firece shoutouts. She held herself pretty well. *A pause* We gotta work on this together. I need to count on ya. On us all.
[22:59:36] <Wolf> Right, she- kinda chewed me out for it afterwards. *He pauses for a good moment.* I-I trust her, though.
[23:02:35] <Hoxton> Hah. Thought so. Now chin up. There is work to be done. *he rubs the bridge of his nose* Hope Bain will wizard somethin serious here. Ah fuck. Breakin into a police precinct.
[23:05:31] <Wolf> ..It'll be... Tough.
[23:06:08] <Wolf> *Don't mind Dot, she's busy trying to figure out how to parkour onto the table to get the pizza.*
[23:07:16] <Sydney> *Sydney starts walking around the kitchen, rattling cupboards and generally loudly making her presence known. She soon makes her way back into the room, announces loudly, with a good-natured smile,* I'm gonna kill whichever of you cunts took the last of my lemonade. Anyways. We all good here?
[23:09:00] <Hoxton> *A snort from Hox. He is more than glad to move on from that shoutout.* I am bloody fantastic.
[23:10:01] <Wolf> Yeah, yeah. Great. *He flashes a grin.*
[23:11:29] <Sydney> Good. Good.
[23:15:30] <Wolf> *Dot fell off the table when Sydney came in. Help her.*
[23:16:16] <Sydney> Tch tch. Silly thing. *Sydney pokes Dot. That helps robot dogs, right?*
[23:16:44] <Wolf> *She gives a little yip. She likes the attention, though.*