2019-02-03 #acdum Nightclub (heist)

2019-02-03 Nightclub (heist)
Hoxton, Sydney, Wolf, Dallas

[19:13:16] <Dallas> *Early morning surveillance reveals Dmitri leaves the club about an hour after closing, around 3 AM. He's the last to leave, and goes to his car parked in the back. Before 4 AM, a janitorial service van parks in the back, and two men go inside to clean up the place.*
[19:13:30] <Dallas> *Vlad calls to let them know he's had a thought. He'll give them a nice bonus if they can record the carnage for him, and Dmitri's reaction to the destruction.*
[19:13:48] <Dallas> *They have 24 hours to prepare for the heist. How do they spend it?*
[19:18:36] <Hoxton> *Hoxton is preparing for a fight. After recent events, better dress up than dress to little. Especially with the mob knowing his face and the fact that he has snopped around there. He is unusually quiet but focused. Oiling and maintaining his guns until they are spotless and getting the ballistic vest out for this. If there are blueprints or anything, he will memorize the exits and staircases. Making sure this will go over in a flash. Other than that, he is trying to get some rest which proves hard.*
[19:19:37] <Dallas> *What gear are you guys bringing to the heist?*
[19:22:23] <Hoxton> *Hox will bring his handguns. The interceptors and the snubby matever as backup. He thinks about the Remi for a while. This is going to be indoors so the sniper might not be too handy. But then the thought of leaving it behind makes him frown. He is definitely packing the ballistic vest, instead of the light one.*
[19:22:48] <Hoxton> *And he is packing the lockpicks. Who knows. Might be useful or bring luck.*
[19:23:33] <Dallas> *Also, apparently I failed to mention--the lockpicks are in a soft pouch. So not terribly uncomfortable to have on you.*
[19:23:52] <Sydney> *Sydney's bringing her Raven shotgun (with both normal and incendiary rounds), Cobra submachine gun, two of the grenades she bought from Gage (frag + concussion), the sledgehammer-like breaching tool, her light ballistic vest, a couple empty bags, and a burner phone she's put some of her favorite tracks on.*
[19:25:18] <Dallas> *Tell us about the disguises. Full on Adidas?*
[19:26:07] <Hoxton> *Ok the lockpicks will come, even better so. And after a while, he decides to bring the Remi, strapped on his back. Go hard or go home. He is thinking about all the ways this could go wrong until he is arguing with himself. Fucking hell, he didnt use to be such a pessimist back then.*
[19:26:11] <Sydney> *Oh yes. Jackets and pants. Some are mismatched, and they're on the baggier side to help conceal ballistic vests.*
[19:26:48] <Hoxton> *Remember that balaclava? He is bringing it as well. Underneath the masks Sydney made them. Full on adidas as well.*
[19:27:31] <Wolf> *Wolf's coming rather light. Just a locomotive G12 and some concussion grenades. He's wearing his mask under his ducttape one- he didn't feel right not wearing it. Jimmy's sternly refused to come.*
[19:28:20] <Sydney> *The masks are all duct tape, in the style of Jimmy's original one, but have been affixed to kevlar bases. Each of the masks is made in a different color of duct tape. Sydney claims the blue one.*
[19:29:10] <Dallas> *Dallas doesn't push the matter, just tells Jimmy to stay outta trouble and keep an eye on the safehouse while they're gone. He'll be taking whichever mask is left at the end.*
[19:32:18] <Hoxton> *If there is a black one, Hox would like that one. Call him cheesy but nothing better for a somewhat badass look.*
[19:33:33] <Wolf> *Wolf took a red one. It's plain but he likes red.*
[19:33:34] <Dallas> *On this day, Dallas is Mr. Brown.*
[19:35:39] <Dallas> *Cue Little Green Bag, the Russian cover, as our cast of intrepid gopniks make their slow motion way to the waiting van.*
[19:36:16] <Sydney> *Sydney also makes the suggestion that they avoid using their normal codenames; perhaps just going by the colors of their masks.*
[19:36:59] <Dallas> *Tarantino would be proud--probably. Dallas thanks Ms. Blue for the suggestion.*
[19:38:04] <Hoxton> *Hox would be tempted to snap a picture. This looks bloody surreal. But he gets into the van, duct tape mask in hand and plays with it quietly. Ah this better get over without a hitch.*
[19:38:25] <Sydney> *Sydney does not take kindly to "Ms.", "Mrs." or "Miss". "Blue" alone will suffice.*
[19:38:42] <Dallas> *Fair enough! Blue it is.*
[19:38:48] <Hoxton> *He pulls on the balaclava and eyes his reflection.* This looks like we are in some kind of trashy heist movie.
[19:39:11] <Wolf> It's great, isn't it?
[19:39:20] <Sydney> *Sydney laughs.* That's the point, innit? Nobody will ever fucking suspect it's us.
[19:39:28] <Sydney> We're too classy for this shit.
[19:39:56] <Wolf> *Wolf gets into the van too, sitting down with a big dumb grin on his face.*
[19:40:01] <Dallas> *Twitch twists in his seat to look at them, bewildered.* What the hell are you guys wearin'?
[19:40:21] <Hoxton> We are blendin in with the clientele so to speak.
[19:40:26] <Sydney> Though we'd raid your closet, Twitch.
[19:40:28] <Sydney> Hope you don't mind.
[19:40:52] <Dallas> *That just gets Twitch laughing, and he says all right, all right, and drives them to the Tasteful.*
[19:42:46] <Dallas> *It's around half past two when they arrive. Twitch grabs some coffee for them along the way, and then finds a nice spot to park with a clear view of the club. No line curving around the block. Front doors locked, though the lights are on inside.*
[19:43:26] <Dallas> *Half past two, or whatever they told Twitch. Can be earlier if they want.*
[19:44:45] <Hoxton> *Hox will definitely try and drink the coffee through the round hole over his mouth. Now waiting it is. He is keeping a close eye on the surroundings, checking for any unusual cars idling or parked. And possibly if groups of men linger around the club.*
[19:45:38] <Sydney> *Sydney does one last check of her gear. She's not nervous about this one. She's just ready to have some fucking fun.*
[19:48:00] <Wolf> *Wolf's just sat there, fidgeting.*
[19:48:13] <Dallas> *A couple people come walking out of the alley from the back, chatting amicably as they leave together. Looks like one of the bartenders and two of the servers. No more patrons coming out the front. Looks like things are winding down in there.*
[19:48:18] <Dallas> *There's an unmarked black car parked a block down, idling.*
[19:49:05] <Dallas> *It's 2:40 AM.*
[19:50:10] <Hoxton> *Hox squints and watches the car for a moment.* Oi fellas. Some twat idling down the street.
[19:50:52] <Hoxton> Fuck. Better not be bloody russian backup.
[19:51:06] <Sydney> Can you see anyone inside?
[19:51:18] <Dallas> *The car sits there, purring. Difficult to make out who's inside.*
[19:53:05] <Hoxton> Hard to tell, I aint legolas. Hang on! *he takes the Remi off his back and fumbles a little until he can have a peek through the scope. Muttering sorry to Twitch as he positions the sniper.*
[19:54:07] <Sydney> *While he's looking, Sydney glances at Wolf.* You alright, mate? Ready for some fun, I hope?
[19:54:38] <Dallas> *Dallas ducks to avoid the swing of the gun. Twitch jumps when the barrel juts into the front, leaning out of the way. Looks like just the one person in the car. Just the driver.*
[19:56:10] <Hoxton> *How does the driver look like? Anything special about his appareance?* One fella. Driver.
[19:56:44] <Hoxton> Sorry fellas. I'll get myself a bloody spyglass.
[19:57:01] <Dallas> *Male, facing away. Could walk up and look at him, but that's about all you'll be able to see from over here.*
[19:58:09] <Hoxton> Hm. Some bloke. Dunno about you fellas, but I dont like this. He's idlin. Looks like he is waiting for someone.
[19:58:13] <Dallas> *It's now 2:45 AM.*
[19:58:53] <Wolf> *He looks over, a little nod.* Yeah, yeah. You?
[19:59:41] <Sydney> *She grins beneath her mask.* Always.
[20:00:28] <Hoxton> *Hox more carefully straps the gun back on his gun. Taking a deep breath and dons the mask.* Well. Soon time for us to knock huh?
[20:01:20] <Dallas> *Wait or go?*
[20:03:00] <Hoxton> *Softly* Let's go?
[20:05:18] <Sydney> Twitch, can you swing us around closer to the back? Hopefully they'll bugger off while we're inside. Just don't let them see us.
[20:06:54] <Dallas> *Affirmative. Twitch eases the van to the mouth of the alley. He'll take the van to the loading bay if they want him to.*
[20:08:23] <Hoxton> *Hox would approve of that.*
[20:09:11] <Dallas> *Twitch stops the van behind the club. There's only one car parked here--looks like Dmitri's. So it's probably just him inside.*
[20:10:55] <Sydney> Let's get this party started, gents. *She grabs her things and hops out of the van, finding a good place to hide.*
[20:12:58] <Hoxton> *Hox turns to Dallas, tilting his masked face a little.* I think ya'll know when shite starts. *He chuckles a little but it sounds a little too tight. He is nervous as he gets off the van. And sets out to hide as well. The guns ready in their holsters.*
[20:14:32] <Wolf> *Wolf's right behind her, he's got his eyes on the streets.*
[20:16:02] <Dallas> *It's quiet out here behind the club. Minutes pass in the cold, and then the back door opens, and Dmitri comes out, adjusting his scarf. There's a double take--looks like he's forgotten something inside, and he starts to turn back, but the door closes and locks behind him, and he lets out a curse, fumbling for his keys.*
[20:20:23] <Hoxton> *Hox gets up from where he was crouching. Trying to be as quiet as possible as he takes one of the guns into his hand. Sucks to be you, Dmitri. He rushes towards the russian, gun pointed at him. He aims to kick him behind the knees, trying to get him down.* Dont yell, asshole. Be really fucking quiet.
[20:22:10] <Dallas> *Dmitri staggers to one knee, holding his arms up defensively. He doesn't yell, though he instinctively blurts out* What the fuck?
[20:22:47] <Dallas> *And there's Dallas, stepping out, phone in hand. He's filming horizontal.*
[20:23:05] <Dallas> *Just, y'know, in case anyone was wondering.*
[20:24:38] <Hoxton> Hush. *he puts the muzzle of the gun against the back of his neck. Pressing into skin to make an impression.* Keys. To this door. Right now or you'll regret it.
[20:26:04] <Sydney> *Sydney appears to the side, hoping her shotgun aimed at the man helps Hoxton make his point.*
[20:26:05] <Dallas> *Dmitri goes quiet. Raising his hand; he's got the keys clenched in his fist. Quietly* What the fuck is this? *seeing Dallas* What the fu-- Did Aleksandr put you up to this?
[20:26:37] <Sydney> *Sydney says in her awful approximation of a Southern accent.* Let's talk alllllll about it inside.
[20:27:23] <Hoxton> *Hox grabs the keys out of his hand, nods at Sydney to keep her gun at the kneeling man as he goes to unlock the door.* Less talking, more shutting the fuck up. Get inside.
[20:28:37] <Sydney> *She does so, but the safety's on. Just in case she needs to make a dramatic point later.*
[20:29:37] <Dallas> *It's quiet in the storage. No noise coming from the kitchen. The neons are off in the club proper, and without the usual beat of the music, the Tasteful looks somber. Banal. Like a closed down restaurant.*
[20:33:41] <Sydney> *Sydney keeps her gun pointed at Dmitri.* Get some cuffs on him, and let's get some of the lights on, yeah?
[20:33:56] <Hoxton> *A sharp wave with the gun. In they go. The place looks so different when it is empty and devoid of the pounding life within. Ordinary. Even better, doesnt make it such a waste to trash this place.* We are here to ah....redecorate.
[20:35:02] <Hoxton> We need a nice place for him. This will be a show.
[20:36:42] <Sydney> *Sydney chuckles.* Let's put him up on the stage.
[20:37:45] <Hoxton> Smile for the camera. *He nods and leads the way from the storage towards the dancefloor, through the kitchen.*
[20:41:36] <Sydney> *Sydney pushes the guy forward with the muzzle of her shotgun.* Come on, fuckwit. *She gets him to the stage, waits for Dallas to get a good angle, then sends the guy to the ground with a brutal kick.*
[20:41:41] <Dallas> *Dallas lowers the phone for now, coming over to tie Dmitri's wrists and escort him into the quiet club proper. Dmitri says nothing. He's frowning, looking startled. Nervously casting around the kitchen.*
[20:42:29] <Sydney> *Once he's on the ground, Sydney zipties his hands and ankles. She pats him down, searching for a phone or a weapon.*
[20:43:06] <Dallas> *Phone, yes. Weapon, no. Dmitri looks furious, hissing in a low voice* Do you have any idea who you're fucking with?
[20:43:41] <Hoxton> Do not make her gag you as well. *he takes the phone, just to be safe.*
[20:44:30] <Sydney> Nah, I'm not gonna gag him. It's too funny to hear 'em try to make threats.
[20:44:47] <Sydney> If he starts annoying me, I'll just cut out his tongue.
[20:45:38] <Hoxton> I think we should give your office a redecoration first huh? *He seems unbothered but keeps a look at the way they came from.*
[20:45:51] <Sydney> Hang on one sec, yeah?
[20:46:00] <Sydney> Sydney makes her way over to the DJ booth, searching for a moment before she finds an AUX cord. She plugs it into her burner phone, tries to turn on a few different important-looking switches, smiling when she begins to hear some of her music. She starts skipping through a bunch of songs, each of wildly different tones and genres.
[20:46:32] <Sydney> She eventually settles on Song 2 by Blur, to get things started.
[20:46:32] <Sydney> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSbBvKaM6sk
[20:47:02] <Hoxton> *Hox rolls his eyes but chuckles quietly* Jesus. I'll kick your ass if we end up alertin someone.
[20:47:36] <Sydney> *She grumbles, but keeps the volume at a quiet enough level that it shouldn't be heard outside the building. Probably.*
[20:47:51] <Dallas> *Brief blasts of music in the silent club. Dmitri lies there, looking more disoriented now than angry. He keeps looking back at the doorway to the kitchen. Not like he's escaping anytime soon.*
[20:48:20] <Dallas> *All those beautiful bottles behind the bar, usually backlit soft blues during open hours. It'd be a shame to see them all smashed.*
[20:49:39] <Hoxton> *Speaking of. Hox saunters to the bar, taking some nice and expensive bottles he deigns too good to be smashed. He sets them aside for later.* Good stuff. Good stuff. We good to work?
[20:50:01] <Sydney> *She looks to Dallas.* Watch him for a sec, yeah? *A wicked gleam comes into her eyes as she looks to Hoxton.* Got the keys to his office, or whatever?
[20:50:17] <Dallas> *Dallas nods wordlessly.*
[20:51:29] <Hoxton> *Hox nods, jingling the keys.* I think so. Otherwise we have to ask. Forcefully. *he nods towards the way to the storage.* Let's go.
[20:55:24] <Sydney> *Sydney's jamming, bobbing her head as she follows him.*
[20:55:43] <Hoxton> *As he is about to make his way, he takes out Dmitris phone. Is it locked or can he access it? Just to check if someone is maybe waiting for him.*
[20:55:57] <Dallas> *It's locked.*
[20:57:29] <Dallas> *It takes a moment to figure out which of the keys matches Dmitri's office door, but once unlocked, it's a flight of stairs up to the neat office they saw from downstairs. Big glass windows overlooking the dance floor, comfortable couches, art on the walls. Windows with a view across the street. At the far end, his desk, bookshelves--and a safe.*
[20:58:39] <Hoxton> *To Sydney* Phone is locked. *He goes to unlock the door and after the right key has been acquired, he heads up. A low whistle escaping through the mask.* Fancy shit. And look at this.
[20:58:31] <Sydney> *Sydney's grin grows even wider.* Oooh, fun. Drill it, or beat the combo out of him?
[21:01:31] <Hoxton> With a nice view, maybe he'll talk after we are getting started. But...go ahead. Might have a nice bonus, who knows. *he checks the desk first. Anything interesting on it? Drawers he could check?*
[21:02:49] <Sydney> *Sydney walks over to the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the club, contemplating it. She strokes the chin of her mask, then darts behind Hoxton, wheeling the chair out and away from the desk.*
[21:04:40] <Sydney> *She radios Dallas.* Oi. Can ya get a good long shot of the fuckwit and the office window?
[21:06:31] <Sydney> *She takes a few steps back, switches her shotgun for her breaching tool, and lines up a few practice swings, getting used to the heft of it.*
[21:07:48] <Dallas> *Nothing much in the desk drawers. Some candy bars, a bottle of vodka, a couple accounting books where he--or whoever's in charge of bookkeeping--compiles the sales summary every night. Would account for him lingering after hours. Wanna look through them?*
[21:08:31] <Dallas> *Dallas on the radio.* Copy. *He's standing down there, looking up at them, phone in hand.*
[21:09:18] <Hoxton> *Hm. Interesting. Yes he will flip through them. Especially having a look for two days ago. Not likely but what if there is some note about who or what was in that basement.*
[21:10:07] <Dallas> *Nothing. Only drink and food sales. It's all written in a neat hand.*
[21:11:06] <Sydney> *Sydney cracks her neck, waits for a good part of the song, then swings the sledgehammer end of the breaching tool into the glass window, full force. As the glass shatters, pelting the dancefloor with a shower of broken glass, she kicks the chair off the edge. Hopefully, it'll land right in front of Dmitri's face.*
[21:12:04] <Dallas> *In the crash and rain of broken glass, there's crack and a terrified yelp as the chair bounces off the floor and skitters away.*
[21:13:45] <Hoxton> *Disgruntled, he tosses the book back into the drawer. Nothing of value it seems. He jumps as Sydney is starting to go at it. He goes to the bookshelf and starts tossing the books out.*
[21:14:46] <Sydney> *Sydney follows it up by grabbing the lamps, vases, anything smashable and not nailed down and chucking it down off the edge.*
[21:15:36] <Dallas> *Right, both of you roll 1d6 to have a listen. It's loud right now, with the music blasting and furniture raining down on the dance floor, and Dmitri's yelling.*
[21:15:46] <Hoxton> !roll 1d6
[21:15:46] <RNGesus> Hoxton rolls the 1d6 and gets: 1 [1]
[21:15:49] <Sydney> !roll 1d6
[21:15:49] <RNGesus> Sydney rolls the 1d6 and gets: 2 [2]
[21:15:55] <Dallas> *Neither of you hear it.*
[21:16:45] <Sydney> *What they do hear is Capital G by Nine Inch Nails.* (( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YfzrE-nudhg ))
[21:18:56] <Dallas> *Dallas is at the epicenter of the music, and hears nothing either.*
[21:19:12] <Hoxton> *The paintings go as well. Along with anything not bolted to the ground. Some honest to god thrashing. But curious, Hox goes to peer at Dmitri down there. How  is our guest of honor handling this?*
[21:20:49] <Dallas> *He's making for the edge of the dance floor, awkwardly crawling over the broken glass. Trying to avoid the falling furniture, though one of the abstract paintings lands right on him.*
[21:21:38] <Dallas> *That's Dmitri. Dallas is standing well out of the way and filming.*
[21:22:06] <Sydney> OI! FUCKWIT! Who told you you could move!
[21:22:48] <Dallas> *Dmitri stops, yelling up at them* Goddamn it, stop! What the fuck do you want? Money?
[21:23:10] <Sydney> Never hurts! Start with the safe combo, yeah?
[21:23:26] <Sydney> Or else I'll come down there and beat it outta you.
[21:23:45] <Sydney> *Her tone is eager. She wants him to resist.*
[21:25:45] <Dallas> Dmitri: FUCK YOU! FINE! Listen closely, assholes! It's eighteen clockwise. Two counterclockwise. Twenty clockwise. Now take the money, and get the fuck out of my club!
[21:26:43] <Sydney> *She cackles.* Dmitri, baby, we're just getting started!
[21:26:48] <Hoxton> *Hox is onto this. Almost eagerly heading towards the safe. This better be the right combo or else that man will taste boot.*
[21:27:10] <Dallas> *As he's putting the combination in, Twitch of all people gets on the comms.* Guys--guys, I think we have a problem!
[21:27:53] <Hoxton> What? What's up? *he doesnt stop putting it in but sure as fuck speeds up doing so.*
[21:28:18] <Sydney> *Sydney's headed back downstairs. Shotgun back in her hand.*
[21:30:03] <Dallas> *Here's what they didn't hear a minute ago. The heavy back door loudly slamming shut again. Twitch relays what he's seeing.* Someone just came running out the back and outta the alley in a big hurry. You guys better hurry up!
[21:30:29] <Sydney> ((Fuck we forgot to sweep the club ><))
[21:31:02] <Dallas> ((Also yes, the same loud door Hox once left through. Would've been poetic, but alas, the music was too loud.))
[21:33:20] <Hoxton> *Hearty cursing over the comms.* Fuck! Fuck right fellas. Let's get shite going! *he looks at the safe. Does it open? If not he'll hurry downstairs.*
[21:34:23] <Sydney> *The song changes to a high pitched, repeating note, that quickly gets overwhelmed by building, pounding bass. Sydney hesitates for a moment, not recognizing the song and not knowing how it got onto her phone, but she?s fuckin? digging it.*
[21:34:23] <Sydney> ((a headcanon I will literally die for is that the ingame music is Bain?s mixtapes. That?s why it syncs up to the assault waves -he?s DJing it.  So I?m saying Bain saw she was putting music onto one of the burner phones, figured out what she was doing, and slipped a couple of his tracks on it.))
[21:35:32] <Sydney> *Sydney sprints down the stairs, running onto the dancefloor where Dmitri lay. She kicks him in the stomach and shouts,* Who the fuck was that???
[21:35:37] <Dallas> *The safe opens to reveal the night's take--looks to be somewhere around $5,000.*
[21:35:55] <Dallas> *Dmitri doubles up on the ground, coughing violently.*
[21:37:06] <Sydney> Fucking answer!!! *Her accent is starting to slip, but her shrill screech covers it for the moment.*
[21:37:47] <Hoxton> *Hox curses and heads downstairs as well. Fuming because that was just stupid. Fucking back door. What a fucking rookie mistake! He goes to angrily start and trash the bar. Sorry Sydney but hopefully Dmitri is speaking loud enough.*
[21:42:51] <Dallas> *Hoxton, who was last down from the manager's office, probably caught the unmarked black car driving off at speed.*
[21:38:14] <Dallas> *Dmitri coughs, wheezes out* My assistant. With any luck, she's called the police already.
[21:44:30] <Hoxton> *Hox furiously thrashes the bar. Glass splinters and booze gets spilled. All the while anxiously awaiting sirens. Ah fucking hell.*
[21:45:05] <Dallas> *Dallas hasn't said a word. He's still quietly filming.*
[21:46:29] <Sydney> *Sydney looks to Dallas, who is hopefully still filming.* Sorry Vlad, but we're not gonna have as long of a video as you'd like. I can promise we'll still make him cry, though.
[21:47:50] <Dallas> *Dmitri looks up in shock.* Vlad? VLAD? That batshit fucking son of a bitch, he put you up to this?
[21:49:11] <Sydney> *Sydney doesn't react to the guy's outburst. Instead, she sizes him up, aiming her shotgun at different parts of his body, trying to decide.*
[21:50:44] <Dallas> *Dmitri's average build, average height under his coat. The scarf's unraveled from around his neck. Looks to be late thirties, early forties. He goes silent at the shotgun, staring up at her wide-eyed, twitching whenever she switches up her aim.*
[03:52:31] <Sydney> Hmmm. Which are you more attached to, your knees or your elbows? *Beat* Hah. I say attached to, but it won't be for long
[03:53:08] <Sydney> If you're unlucky, that is.
[21:59:27] <Dallas> *Dmitri doesn't reply. He's quietly starting to panic, staring at her like a startled deer, his breaths coming quick. Maybe he's realized just how much damage the two of them can do in the minutes before the first responders arrive.*
[22:00:45] <Sydney> *Sydney crouches next to him, eating his fear up.* If you don't pick, I will. And I might just pick both.
[22:01:21] <Dallas> !roll 1d6
[22:01:21] <RNGesus> Dallas rolls the 1d6 and gets: 2 [2]
[22:02:24] <Dallas> *Dmitri's uneven breaths stutter into crying. He's terrified.*
[22:03:23] <Hoxton> *All the while, Hox is trashing the bar but after he is satisfied, he hurries up to the office again. Is it possible to get a view to the street from there?*
[22:04:04] <Hoxton> *Having one asssistant sneaking away is bad but having first responders sneak in? Even worse.*
[22:04:26] <Dallas> *Clear view of the street. A car comes up the street--police cruiser, lights off.*
[22:05:01] <Hoxton> Ah fucking shite! *he urgently speaks into the comms* First police car is there. Hurry the fuck up, gentlemen!
[22:05:24] <Sydney> *While Hoxton was heading upstairs, Sydney looms over Dmitri, mirth clear in her eyes. She begins to play eeny meeny miny moe with his elbows and knees.*
[22:09:03] <Sydney> *She settles on his left knee as she reaches the last "moe." She pauses for a moment, letting Dmitri react to the gun barrel being pressed against his knee.*
[22:11:25] <Hoxton> *Hox keeps a close eye on the police cruiser. Hands itching to reach for his rifle. He cant let loose now and the tension is making his skin crawl.*
[22:12:11] <Dallas> *Dmitri tenses up at the touch of the barrel, breathing hard through his gritted teeth. Trying to brace himself, but when nothing happens, he breaks down and starts begging for her to stop.*
[22:12:33] <Hoxton> *If he could subdue them. If only for a while. Could buy them precious minutes to wrap up here.*
[22:12:50] <Dallas> *The cruiser stops on the curb, and two cops get out. They head around to the front entrance, out of sight.*
[22:14:36] <Sydney> *Sydney reaches down to her belt, grabbing her frag grenade with her free hand. She straightens up out of her crouch, still aiming the shotgun at him.*
[22:14:41] <Hoxton> Jesus christ, Sydney get a move on! I could use some help here! Cops at the front door! *he hurries downstairs, heads for the front entrance. Trying to keep tabs on the cops while furiously trying to come up with a plan to subdie them.*
[22:15:52] <Sydney> *She radios in, making sure Wolf and Twitch are also kept in the loop.* You gents ready to run?
[22:17:50] <Dallas> *Dallas has stopped filming. He slips the phone in his pocket, quietly makes his way into the back.*
[22:18:30] <Hoxton> *Hox does so as well. Too bad for the booze but alas.* Ready.
[22:20:50] <Sydney> Brown, you're gonna miss the best fuckin' part!
[22:21:44] <Dallas> *Dallas comes walking back. He looks nervous, but gets the phone out, gets ready to film. Gives Sydney a nod--we're rolling.*
[22:26:54] <Sydney> *She looks back down to Dmitri, hesitates for a brief moment.* Fuck, I forgot which one it was. Ah well. Better safe than sorry, yeah? *She shoots Dmitri twice, once in each knee. She lets the shotgun hang from its strap as she pulls the pin out of the grenade and chucks it towards the entrance. She takes off running towards the back, shouting* Go go go go!
[22:28:35] <Hoxton> *Hox jumps at the gunshots and his eyes widen behind the mask. Apart from a curse, he doesnt say anything but braces for the grendade to blow and for the cops to come running. He takes one of the interceptors in his hand. Better safe.*
[22:30:06] <Dallas> *Dallas stares after her, silent, then stows the phone and goes dashing after her out the back door, heading straight for the van. There's a deep, resounding thud as the grenade goes off, shattering the windows in the front of the club--startlingly loud even over the music.*
[22:32:25] <Sydney> *Sydney's grin reaches her ears, but she doesn't say anything yet - she's focused on her sprint to the van.*
[22:32:46] <Dallas> *Dallas finally speaks, yelling to Hox* Fucking MOVE!
[22:35:28] <Hoxton> *He is hurrying for the van. Bloody hell that grenade was loud!*
[22:38:42] <Dallas> *As they pile in, Twitch lets out a startled squeak, and blurts out* What the fuck was that? Jesus! *He noses the van out of the alleyway, turning back out onto the street. The cruiser's still parked there. Movement as the two cops dash back to their car, calling for backup as the van drives away down the street.*