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Ringo  	Began cleaning the place up.
ʀᴏᴜɢᴀ  	watched Ringo clean. Curious.
Ringo  	Surprisingly keeps her person tidy, and is meticulous about cleaning when she has to, simply because it doesn't feel as satisfying if it isn't spotless.
  	Just begins to enjoy herself with the mop, at some point, running around the place.
ʀᴏᴜɢᴀ  	It'd been a long time since he'd seen Ringo, nearly four years. The idea of her tidying up his pseudo hotel made him smile to himself. He remembered piles of trash where Dart and her occupied, so this felt different. maybe his memories were fogged. "Hey," he spoke into the empty air, now that the bustle of people had simmered down and others went to their homes to rest. "How'd you find this place?"
Ringo  	Ah, yes. How could anyone forget the sight of Dart's makeshift tire chair and the mess that followed either of them wrecking things for sport. That interest hasn't changed one bit, but even someone like Ringo had learned how to clean up bits of her old ways. "Hm?" She paused, tapping a finger on the mop handle. "Word gets around, you know. Suspicious angry man setting up a place by himself. Sounded familiar," The mopping continued, her laughter breaking the awkward silence.
ʀᴏᴜɢᴀ  	"I hoped it'd be more discreet," he mumbled, leaning back in his seat. At least in their time passing, he aged well. He was worried he wouldn't grow anymore than he had. He wondered if Dart was somewhere lurking wherever Ringo went to sleep, doubting to see him soon, but still wishing his old friend well. "You know, they fixed up the Subways and Uptown completely. It'd be a shame if someone were to go by and pick up some personal records they have stored there." he lifted his glass of rum to his lips, posture lax. It was an invitation, really, after her laughter breaking the silence.
Ringo  	Whatever had happened between Dart and herself was a whole other mess that she preferred not to elaborate, at least, in the meantime. She looked off to the corner, likely visualizing a few things from memory. The smile plastered on her face grew wide and seemed to lack enthusiasm the longer she reminisced. She shook her head. "-Personal records?" Deciding the mop was no longer as interesting as their conversation, it would be set aside, Ringo taking a seat across her former employer. "Hmm. Hm, hmmmm. And here I thought you wanted to do the whole old man retirement thing. Settle down and be nice thing. Guess not."
ʀᴏᴜɢᴀ  	"I'm a changed man, of course," he leaned back to give her space as she sat beside him. Of course, he was changed, but Rouga would always have something in mind about a score. Either to settle, create, or steal--a score was needed for him to be at ease. "Come on, Ringo. I'm not old enough to quit. Besides, those uh, personal records may have to do with something shiny they got locked up in central. I have pretty good intel about an imported box from China. It has some old scrolls, some jewelry. It's completely priceless." he scratched his neck. "The thing is, where exactly in central, is completely unknown. The EDPD has documentation of it." he took the last sip of his drink, setting down his glass. "I want that box."
Ringo  	"Ehhh-" She whined slightly, stretching her limbs. All that running around and golf clubbing left her a little tired. It had been a long time. Being away from the sort of environment that encouraged her behavior left her with a lot less activity, after all. She sank into the cushions, lazy, maybe a little sleepy, perking up only at the mention of the EDPD. "-So where are we going?" The blonde sat up and leaned forward, hands excitedly balled into fists. Expensive things were never the point. Ringo was in it for the sheer.. thrill. "Where is it? Do we get to say hi to the police? Tell me we get to say hi to the police. And you're driving!"
ʀᴏᴜɢᴀ  	Had never gone an adventure with Ringo before, so this could prove to be wild. "Yes, and yes. We're going to a smaller EDPD headquarters in Uptown, but you can do whatever you'd like when we get there." and he meant anything. "Uh, except--" he reached into his black coat and procured two masks. "You have to wear this and keep a low profile. Other than that little detail, your golf hand will come in handy, after all." against more than just him. He handed the fabric off. "Come on." zipping up his coat that concealed more than just spare masks, he stretched out to keep himself flexible. Rouga walked towards the lobby's front door, knowing she'd follow outside, and tie up the black bandana to the point under his eyes.
Ringo  	"Whatever I want-" Ringo was beaming at this point, bright-eyed and not at all exhausted, practically clapping in her seat. Until he had to break out their disguise. For a second, she looked between Rouga, the cloth, and back, eyes narrowing when she realized he was serious. She made a face, but agreed, taking a mask for herself and hesitantly trying it on. Stupid rules. She understood what it was for, but... "Ahh, really--? This is going to look-" The sight of her own reflection caught her eye via the nearest shiny surface - a glass table. "Pfft- Hahahaha! Look! We look like silly burglars!" She burst out laughing, slapping her knee, wheezing all the more when she looked at how he looked, struggling to get up and grab her shiny new golf club amidst the hysteria. The fit would continue all the way out the door, forcing it to halt with a deep sigh. Ah, that felt good.
ʀᴏᴜɢᴀ  	Kept his comments to himself. He didn't like the masks either, but it had to be done for now. Stepping outside, he unlocked his black BMW with a click of his remote and stroll to the driver seat. Now inside, he waited for her to climb in by turning up the radio. He was listening to Jazz--soothe his mind and keep him focused. He pressed a glowing button underneath, which tinted the windows in the already bleak car. It'd be a short drive to their destination, Rouga would remain silent while mustering up his plans to get the box. Ringo would more than likely create a large distraction, so that helped. He would finish up their short trip by parking three blocks away, in an alley. "Alright," he began, "Thirty-six minutes. We get separated, we come back here on the dot. If we can't, something happens, we just meet back at the lobby." running fingers through the part of his hair, he swept the stands from his eye. "Let's hit it." He opened the car door on his side, and got out.
Ringo  	Ringo lofted both brows and made a small quip about his taste in music, but had nothing else to complain about once inside the car. She chose to sit in the back, peeking out the window like an excited child. There were all these unfamiliar buildings and roads dotting the otherwise familiar view. On occasion, she opted to hang over his shoulder, watching him drive his fancy little car while resisting the urge to grab the steering wheel. God forbid Ringo learned how to drive. She practically wanted to bolt out the door, hands and feet jittery, tapping while he discussed a plan. Ringo seemed to nod more than she listened, giving the golf club one good swing once they were out. "Should I have brought you the other one?" She chimed, scanning his figure for any tools. He definitely stood out a lot less with all that black, in contrast to her blonde-haired, golf club toting self.
ʀᴏᴜɢᴀ  	"I don't use my hands anymore," which wasn't a completely false statement, but Ringo would remember what'd done when he lost control. From melting a hole into the fridge to setting off a bomb. It was better that he was carrying a UMP9, compact, sub-machine gun with extended clips packed tight. "Besides, I haven't swung shit in years." he leered his head to one side, signaling her to follow. They would have to go through the front door. He knew the front desk, as well as a few officers, would be packing at the front. It only gives them a few minutes to get through the three-story building and take out as many as they could. Luckily for him, what he was looking for was located in the basement. He only needed the key. It was dark out, none had caught up to what they were doing j

ust yet. "Stay on the first floor, if you can." he wasn't trying to tell her how to handle her business, he merely gave her a clue he wasn't going far. Four deep breaths, and Rouga began to patter up the steps while unzipping his jacket. Bursting through the push-open doors with his gun out, he tried to be the biggest thin in the doorway, catching the front desk slacking. Ringo would be a suprise to those following in after the first burt went off. Pop, pop, pop! It was an easy execution, and his finger control was steady. Turning to the left, he fired again, killing two more policemen with a wild smile on his face. Blood pumped violently through his veins, white-colored eyes smoldering as he searched for more cops on his end. The basement was somewhere, and so were those keys.

Ringo  	y e e e t
  	I just finished my post mfafafjsdhfkds i kept getting bothered. \\
  	She understood and definitely remembered, but hey. No harm in asking if he wanted to have a go at it for old time's sake. "Iiif you say so," Ringo shrugged, side-eyeing his firearm. Not as flashy as she had hoped, but any gun was enough. The whole place was crawling with armed personnel and even she in her excitement knew that makeshift melee weapons could only do so much in a gunfight. She cracked her knuckles and followed right behind, the rush of adrenaline kicking in right as Rouga stepped through those doors. While the officers were busy either waking or getting shot, she dashed towards his right, tiny figure an advantage as she zipped through the line of fire. Then she swung with all her might, taking advantage of the golf club's weight as she whacked an officer right on the head. That ugly haircut was asking for it. The one next to her raised his gun and fired carelessly, only for his arm to be broken with a loud crunch. She smacked him again, and again, and

again, before kicking him down between the legs for good measure. Sliding his handgun into her backpocket, Ringo went on the smash the nearest set of security cameras - but not before giving a nice little wave. "Hole in one, losers-" Crack. The alarms would be going off any minute now, and they were just getting started. "So uh... about that box... ah?" A middle aged woman in business attire was left alive, crouching behind the front desk, shaking in absolute terror. A civilian, it seemed, probably here for other business. Beside her lay the dead body of the officer on duty, his blood splattered across he cheek. Ringo smiled and approached, kneeling down to give the nice ol' lady a hello. "You're blonde too? Nice." She smiled. Genuinely enough that the woman let out a confused sigh of relief. "You're coming with me," But not for long. She promptly grabbed the woman's arm and dragged her across the pavement, opting to grab her by the hair if she didn't listen.