Realistic or Modern The Enigma Sting (Action/Drama- Heists RP) IC

[ReverseTex]

The Enigma Sting​

Heists/ Action/ Crime/ Drama;
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Its a wicked world, and when a clever man turns his brain to crime it is the worst of all...
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Intro:
You’re here because I chose you. You’ve got a gift, and I want that gift put to use. You’re all criminals of some sort, convicted or not, the only one who knows of your crimes are me and yourself. Let’s keep it that way eh? Good, now that i’ve got your attention, let me lay it out to you.

You want money? You want some fun? Hell maybe you just like to cause all sorts of trouble... Well you’re in the right place. You’re going to be apart of the biggest heist in US history, you’ll never be recognized for it, but you will have all the money you could dream off. You’ll be able to start a new life for yourself, which is what you all want right? Good. Now all you’ve gotta do is agree to my terms, and we’ll be all square...




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[ReverseTex]

J U D G E

Location:UNKNOWN
Time: 9AM

Life always had its funny way of screwing over a man. It could break a man, destroy a man, or even mock a man. Life for Don Reynolds had utterly chewed him, swallowed him, then spat him back up. But, Don Reynolds had disappeared from the face of the Earth three years ago. Gone without a trace... Although that wasn't entirely true. It was hard to tell the difference between the truth and lies these days... Almost enigmatic...

Judge was a quieter man compared to his gang. He liked his privacy, and he liked his time in the mornings. Today he had picked out a fine-fitted navy blazer, white dress shirt, red tie, khaki slacks, and a polished pair of mahogany Oxfords. Under his coat, a M45 sat neatly in his breast holster, awaiting any needs. His hair was done in its usual messy style, the infamous blue streak fixed towards the front to diverge his natural smokey brown locks. His glasses were tortoiseshell, tying the entire outfit together.

Giving himself a once-over in his mirror, he carefully picked up a orange pill bottle that sat upon his sink. He carefully unscrewed its cap, pouring a couple of the white tablets in his hand, then tipping them down dry. Closing his eyes as he took a deep breath, he felt the pills settle themselves. They'd kick in shortly, thank God...

Making his way from his room, the instant difference of scenery still surprised the man. All the bedrooms in The Hold had been made custom to their occupants wishes, while the halls and other rooms stayed the same. Broken bricks and graffiti littered the place. But, a necessary cover for a lucrative business. Slowly descending the stairs into the table room, he cleared his throat, the sound echoing through the ginormous room, and around the building. "Everyone in here in ten minutes! I'm not bloody waiting either!"

 

[Bang Bang]

M O R I A H

Nine in the morning passed the exact same way for Moriah as eight, seven, and six in the morning all had: unnoticed. She was as she could so often be found nowadays, sat cross-legged not in her own bedroom but in the tech room, one so often becoming substitute for the other. In her lap her own custom designed tablet presented itself as a keyboard and coordinator between the dozen screens flashing before her. Fingers flying, eyes unblinking, she was as dead to the world around her as it was to her.

Or at least, so she remained until the voice of Don - sorry, Judge yelled out through the building. It was a big fucking building, but his voice had the disagreeable knack of carrying link a thunderstorm even across so much space. She would have heard it - especially given the heavy-duty headphones clamped over her ears blaring 'Mother Mother' at full-blast - were it not for an innate survival instinct. Today was not the day to miss the summoning call.

"Fuck," she cussed, halting her proceedings, locking them all down and closing the routes she'd snuck in through, before leaving the screens and devices behind. Daylight had crept into the room without her realizing, bright sunshine flooding the spacious, sparsely decorated hall with warmth. Conservatively superstitious, she took the cheerful weather to be a good omen of what was to come.

With a time limit of 'ten minutes', she charged from the room up the stairs to her own private living space. It was as unsentimental in its furnishings as the tech room, occupied by a hospital model bed, a collect of hard-drives and monitors,
and a far wall dedicated to pinning up what little paperwork she allowed to exist in her personal life (which was, for all intents and purposes, synonymous with her work life). As all space she ruled over, it was meticulously tidy, every shelf ordered by alphabetizing or by her own private system, which she enjoyed the aspect of the ability to confuse others with. Despite the practical hyper-vigilance of the organisation of the room, it felt heavy, subdued with dust and chronically neglected. With the tech room possessing such better facilities, she could not see how this would come as a surprise to anyone.

She was not Judge; she did not fixate on the exact brand and color of her clothing, but it was rather an aspect she enjoyed, today more than ever; Today, she would be meeting those with whom she could come to work closely in the next few weeks and months. As such, the chance for a first impression was upon her. She hoped to make it memorable; she loathed to make it a good one.

One black leotard, a men's black leather jacket obscenely overlarge for her lanky frame, a pair of 'fuck you' knee-highs, and an aggressive pair of spiked boots had her looking sufficiently menacing, which was good. She wasn't here to look welcoming or good; She was here to make Judge look both those things by comparison. Endearment was to her a negative aspect, one that could only be found in start contrast to the antagonizing. And to do her job, she didn't need these people to like her or trust her or believe in her - she needed them to give all of that to Judge.

That and she did so love to wear a killer pair of boots.

Strapped in and laced up, she took the stairs down two at a time given her slight tardiness, but entered unconcerned. Her late arrival would only serve to further the 'good cop bad cop' dynamic she aimed to achieve with Judge, however ironic the analogy might be. Into the table room she swanned, going over to take a seat beside Judge, greeting her friend and now employer with a curt nod of the head.

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[OppositeInverse]

BUTCH

Cynthia cleans her gun, hyperfocused on the task before her. Not because it required such immense focus, but because of the driving passion and purpose behind it. A FN-SCAR with a series ACOG scope resting at her side, her eyes seemingly lost in her craft at the moment. Her feet rested atop a crate in which had just been shipped in that very morning. No one probably knew it, but she was up earlier than anyone. She had got in her reinforced Rezvani Italian imported alloy jeep and driven out to an undisclosed location to receive the shipment, docking her manifest and coughing up some money she'd make back threefold within that hour. Upon getting back to The Hold as the sun rose, she armed the infrared laser trip wires that were now currently active around the perimeter, ready to dismantle any unfortunate soul who didn't have the proper means to bypass it, which could only be done so by wearing a crystal fiber brace on the ankle which she distributed to Judge and the team upon installation. That, or being a genius hacker that only The Hold could produce. Anyone else was mince meat.

A breach of audio echoes through the halls as Cynthia snaps out of her trance of love. She runs a finger along the smooth metal of the rifle, and pieces it back together and snaps the chamber lock back into place, attaching the scope post-refresh. Judge had apparently wanted a meeting of some sort, and Cynthia or as they knew her as Butch, knew she'd be a bit longer than 10 minutes. It was probably why Judge issued such a time, knowing people would really take longer than the initially announced time. Butch may not know Judge extensively, but she was clever enough to know everything he does is calculated and based on intelligence. Even the seemingly random outburst of impatience. She grabs one of the many pieces in her arsenal, and XD9 handgun and tucks it in her hip as she closes and locks her door, kissing the photo of her mom on the way out. She heads down from her second floor room, her boots hitting the metal steps with a loud creaking as if the stairs were in pain.

She spots Judge and Moriah already sitting. That girl was the definition of a silent watcher. She was invested in her craft as Cynthia was, she respected her for it. It was this unspoken thing where she saw the same thing in her eyes that she'd see when she looked at her own self in the mirror. Loads of potential, wayward direction to use it. Lost until being found. Cynthia nodded to both of them, before pulling out a set of keys and doing a mildly self-assured smirk. She throws them on the table, a Lamborghini logo on the keys.

"Check it, Lambo Veneno. It was created for Lamborghini's 50th Anniversary. 750 horses, 0 to 60 in 2.8 seconds. Only four of them were made in the entire world. 4.5 million dollar value. Here's the best part, I didn't spend a dime. The Prime Minister of The Emirates was in Dubai and heard from the guy I supplied that privatized chopper to that there was this guy in America named Butch that could get him anything he wanted. Mind you this is Dubai, so I was a bit shocked when Al Maktoum's reps reached out asking for something. Not a material thing, but freshwater. They wanted m-- Butch, to secure and privatize a cluster of lands that houses natural springs and geysers. Shit took forever and a day, BUT. Found a few for him that most don't even know exists and secured the deed. And his gift to me was...voila."

Cynthia presents her hands to the keys.

"Literally my biggest move yet. I just fed the leader of Dubai. This launches Butch across the solar system. Should I sell it? I mean... I'm not going to drive it! It's only four for Christ's sake."

She was just passing the time until everyone else got down. But to think the girl literally came from almost little years ago. A girl just trying to make it to college, to become an engineering dark sector mogul in all things foreign and domestic? Sometimes the gravity of that stifled even her. It was like watching the kid that got bullied grow up to Bill Gates, except Bill Gates also grew up to be Jason Statham. It started as smuggling and creating fake ID's, and selling guns and knives to people, and that turned into a state, national, and now almost half a decade later...global. She felt like her purpose was met, yet only just beginning. To surround herself with like individuals with the same potency yet different skills and walks of life, she felt like this was going to be something prodigal.

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[DatGuyWelbz]

D O N O V A N

At the moment, Donovan was currently laying on a rolling board underneath his car. He recently hit a rough patch of ground which tore up the underside of his most prized possession. A grimace etched itself onto his face as he observed the damage; he concluded that it wasn't too catastrophic. Nothing a couple pieces of scrap metal and hours of repair couldn't fix.

He pushed himself from underneath the car, picked himself off, and dusted his hands off. His mocha-colored eyes scanned the lightning paint job, which had been recently redone. Part of the reason why his nickname among the racing community was lightning, apart from his exceptional speed when driving, was because of the yellow bolt of electricity that ran across the roof and hood of his black 2014 Challenger.

Donny glanced down at his hands, which were blackend with oil which had been leaking from his vehicle. He wiped them carlessly against his legs and stomach, more than likely staining the jeans and gray t-shirt he wore. He never really cared about what he wore anyways; he was only at The Hold. The only person who seemed to care about attire was Judge, who dressed like he was some college professor. No one would have ever known the guy was a criminal.

As he strolled back into the abandoned building that was the group's hideout, he heard Judge's voice booming from the table room, which was where they met for meetings. With a roll of his eyes, Donovan made his way over there. Judge made an effort to stress how important being on time was, meaning that he hated when people were late.

Upon entering the room with about a minute to spare, he noticed Moriah, otherwise known as the group's eyes and ears during missions, was sat down at the table in her usual getup of strange clothes. Donovan found the girl attractive, though, in a rather intimidating way. He would probably never make a move on her as long as he wanted to keep all his bones intact. He flashed her a quick smile and nodded at Judge before taking a seat.

He didn't quite know what to think about Judge yet, as the man was fairly reserved and kept to himself. However, he did know that the man had promised there would be a ton of money involved in this next job. That alone was enough incentive for Donny to trust the man.

''What's goin' on, boss?'' Donny asked as he slipped his black racing gloves on. He leaned back into his chair, crossing his feet over one another.

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Location: The Hold
Mentions: Moriah Bang Bang
Interactions: ReverseTex

 

[BloodThunder27]

Jessica It was a great start a great morning for the Thrill-Seeker and Extreme Athlete. She had woken up a little earlier that morning to go out for a run. What day was it? Friday, right? Judge wouldn't be waking them up this early if it wasn't anything important. Well as far as the others went. Sometimes she woke up early, other days she liked to sleep in. Today was not one of those days. After her morning run, she went for a bike ride. Upon returning, she went to take a quick shower to wash off all the sweat that drenched her and got into her usual outfit, granted with different colors, consisting of White Cargo Shorts, a White Sleeveless Shirt, White Ankle High Socks and Tan Timberland Hiking Boots. One thing she did like about having her sleeveless shirt is that she got to show off her tattoos. After tying her hair into a Ponytail, she put on a Gold Chain before grabbing a Gold G-Shock Watch and a Few Rings, only two of which were gold.

While checking herself out in the mirror, Jess heard Judge shouting from their meeting room. New Job? New Gear? She couldn't help but wonder what was up. But if he was that loud, it must have been something important. Upon entering the room, she saw Judge himself, Butch, Mariah and Donny. If she was being honest with herself, Jess found Donny pretty handsome, not that she was going to admit it because she wanted to keep her job and she heavily doubted that Judge would approve. She quietly took her seat and placed her hands on the table, clasping them together as she waited patiently for what Judge had to say, keeping a straight face as she gave him her full undivided attention.

Interactions: Judge
Mentions: Butch, Mariah, Donny

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[Generic Brooding Antihero]

Terrence Barnaby Worcester
"Barns" | The Psycho | App

The only thing worse than waking up so early in the morning was having to wake up to Judge’s barking orders.

Barns rolled in his bed, groaning, muttering a string of insults so incoherent even he didn’t understand them. He kept his eyes shut, hand blindly reaching for the alarm clock on his night stand. Sturdy thing, that. Had a proper sharp pocket knife sticking in between 12 and 1, and here it still was, ticking, months after the fact. Barns turned his head to look at it. 9.00.

Fucking hell, Judge.

Irritated, he threw the clock back on the table, and got up, snatching a grey woolen sweater on the coat rack before wearing it over his plain white tee. On the other side of the door, he could already hear everyone’s early morning banter, and it was already draining his soul with every passing second. Fucking hell. He needed coffee, stat.

A personal coffee machine was one of the best ideas he’d ever had, seeing as having to use the communal one often necessitated some degree of human interaction. He was doing them all a favour, really. Barns needed a certain amount of caffeine in his system before his propensity for murder got down to acceptable levels.

He dragged his bare feet across the stone floor, passing wooden shelves of foxglove and ivy embedded on rustic, blue walls. Barns’ room was surprisingly well-kept despite the demands of managing an indoor garden. His tools and equipment -- spades and knives, guns and vials, and all the little souvenirs he’d collected from past lives -- all laid in their respective drawers and cabinets, hidden from sight. Barns retrieved a white mug from one such drawer. Cursive, girly handwriting was printed on the ceramic: Good morning, Handsome!

Barns pressed a few buttons on the machine, and at last, it beeped in response, turning its cogs and releasing steam as the bitter scent of concentrated coffee slowly wafted throughout the room. He crossed his arms, impatient to have his cup filled, and while he waited, deep blue eyes drifted towards the vision board right above the coffee machine. A client had given him the idea to make one, which, considering how their … relationship concluded, proved, more than anything, that visions boards didn’t work. Barns thought it a fun exercise, anyway. His own was filled with pictures of greenhouses and of the arctic, topped off with a quote by Walt Disney: You may not realize it when it happens, but a kick in the teeth may be the best thing in the world for you.

Beep! The coffee machine shook him back to the present. Barns raised the now-filled mug to his lips, blowing it gently before taking a sip, and nodded, satisfied. Coffee in hand, he returned to his bedside table, wanting to check the time once more. Barns stood there for a full two minutes before he finally agreed with the placement of the minute hand.

At exactly 9.11 in the morning, the doors to Barns’ room flew open, revealing a man with dark circles beneath his eyes and a frown upon his mouth. His gaze found its way to the set of keys on the table, and, for half a second, he forgot himself, a half-smirk overtaking his scowl. ‘You trying to hit on Donny with that shit?’ He looked at Butch, right before plopping down his own seat, attention redirected at Judge.

‘Swear to god, Boss, this better be good.’ His now half-empty mug rested in front of him. ‘I was really enjoying me beauty sleep.’

 

[OppositeInverse]

BUTCH

-> Everyone

Cynthia watches Donny sit down and nod to Moriah, and then looking at Judge. She could tell by his attire he'd been in the grease lab most of his time in the rising day. There probably wasn't a female in The Hold, and among this planet that wouldn't say Donovan was fucking attractive. But Butch, she was needle in the Nuclear Warhead stack. Looks to her could get you killed, literally. Given her past, which only Judge FULLY knows about, and even then he doesn't know Cynthia's government name she was born with, the girl has come to learn that the vain & superficial are merely worldly tools to use to gain your standing and supplement your own ego. One wink and that girl across the bar doesn't know 5 years from then she'll still be in an abusive relationship. One sultry look walking across a hunk and he won't realize a decade from then he's digging himself in debt feeding her gold-digging frenzy. It was all causality to Butch. She had to think that way, she was trained to think that way. Her father made it clear the day her parents split up what type of girl she could be. And then the murder of her fellow classmate only reinforced her clause.

She then watched Jess creep into the room with her bite size frame. Butch had heard tale of her extreme movie-esqe taste for stunts and anything that represents the uncanny extreme. She had a respect for the girl's athleticism, the inner athlete in herself recognizing the talent it takes for that level of performance. Butch loved the tats on the small girl, and the apparel for that matter. She nods to Jess as she enters in.

And then the entrance of the group psycho, or at least to Butch that's really the vibes she feels from him. Barns. His eyes were darkened and he sipped what she assumed as some Joe, his presence slowly drifting among the table with the rest of the occupants. His smirk onces over the keys to the Lambo Veneno, commenting to Cynthia about trying to appease the god of racing. She relents a small chuckle, throwing her hands up in slight pride.

"I was just showing how big my member is. I got it because I could, can you say you traded for 4.5 million dollars without spending a penny?"

In all honesty, Barns creeped Butch out. His tendency of being passive and rather anti-social give him a very unstable vibe. She knew his M.O. Get the job done by any means. Stealing, Murder, Etc... Butch genuinely felt like situations where synergy is needed from a team no matter if they are close, or even dislike each other, things like Empathy are mandated. It drives the mind to think like your opponent, so that you can move 3 chess steps ahead of them. Butch saw him as a liability, she wasn't sure he could be a team player. But she read his file, he was very capable of getting shit done. She figured that was all that mattered to Judge. In truth, when she sees Barns she sees the closest thing to a real life Joker fresh from Gotham City.

But, that didn't stop him from making half a point. Donovan was the best driver, anywhere. Period. She'd only imagine what he could do with a 2.8 car in a tight squeeze. She glances at Donny and brushes the keys over to him. "See what you can do with it. Did I mention this is worth $4.5milly? You owe me 5 eight-second cars, and free repairs and installation kits on my jeep when I want. Deal? Also, beef it up. Tires, windows, the works."

She knew Judge was a rather impatient man, so she decided to cut the conversation short, and redirect her attention to him like everyone else. He was a punctual man that didn't like his time wasted. "So, what's up?"

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[DatGuyWelbz]

D O N O V A N

Donovan quickly glanced at Jessica as she entered the room. When he first met the girl and learned of her skillset, he wasn't sure if he believed her. After all, she seemed pretty dainty and frail to him. The girl definitely didn't seem like the type to enjoy doing dangerous things for fun. Then again, she did sport plenty of tattoos that would put a hardcore, lifelong biker gang member to shame.

He admired her bravery when it came to getting so many tattoos. Personally, he wouldn't have let a needle get close to him, let alone ink his beautiful skin. Donny currently sported no marks across his body and he didn't plan on that changing anytime soon. As Jessica sat down, he offered her a small smile before turning his attention to Barns.

Barns definitely fit the bill of what a psychopath would look like. The man had blue, emotionless eyes paried with wild hair the color of straw. He also had an affinity for plants and knives that Donovan didn't quite understand. And to be frank, he didn't want to know. ''You trying to hit on Donny with that shit?'' the man asked, a grin having replaced his trademark sneer.

Donovan's eyes traveled to the item Barns was referring to. His eyes widened as he recognized the yellow logo on the keys. It was a Lambo Veneno. An image of the vehicle was already programmed in his mind, as he had researched and marveled over the thing's specs a countless amount of times. It could go zero to sixty-two in 2.9 seconds, it had an ISR with seven different speed types, and it looked like something from a different planet.

Alas, he knew he'd never be able to own one with his own money. He wasn't exactly a millionaire and those things ran for about four million. He glanced at Cynthia, also known as Butch, who simply put her hands up following Barns' snide remark.

In response, Donovan playfully arched an eyebrow at her. ''You know, there are easier ways to get my attention. You don't have to flaunt the keys of a Veneno to get it.'' He then winked at her, the corners of his lips slightly curled in a grin.

When she slid the keys over to him, his jaw nearly dropped. After he told her it was basically his, even though he had to do a couple favors for her, his heart basically climbed out of his chest. Eyes widened with delight, he snatched the keys up. He was going to love working on this beautiful piece of machinery.

''Thanks, Cyn,'' he told her. He nodded, agreeing to her terms. ''Five eight-second cars? Easy.'' He wasn't too sure if he was on board for the free repairs, but he wasn't going to turn down a 4.5 million dollar car. After putting the keys in his pocket, he flashed her another smile.

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Location: The Hold
Mentions: Jessica, Barns
Interactions: ReverseTex

 

[wendy]

Sofia ‘The Darling ‘

Darkness consumed every corner of Sofia’s room as Sofia herself was intertwined with her white bed sheets sleeping soundly. However the young women was rudely awakened by Judge’s voice echoing through the brick walls of their temporary home. “Why do we have these meetings so fucking early.” Sofia groaned but she still threw the soft white quilt off herself as she ran across the cold wooden floor and up her small flight of stairs as she began to prepare herself for the day.

Sofia took extreme pride in her appearance as she would rather be six feet under then be seen out in public in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. The young women started her routine as she tied up her long brown hair looking in the mirror “Gosh, it should be a crime to look this good after just waking up.” Sofia says to herself. It may of seemed strange to others but Sofia complimented herself every morning just to boost her self confidence but others may see it as vain.

As Sofia finished preparing herself for the day her eyes turned to the clock on her wall as it read 9:14am “Shit.” Sofia says as she quickly slips her feet into a pair of heels as she exited her room shivering slightly as the large building was still lacking any sort of insulation but it was better than having to sleep on the concrete floor.

Sofia could be audibly heard approaching the table room as her heels echoed throughout the building and the young women also liked to make a dramatic enterance whereever she went. As she entered the room she saw that everyone was already and waiting but Sofia didn’t say a word as she just sat at her space at the table.

“I was really enjoying my beauty sleep.” Barns spoke sarcastically. “You always look beautiful Barns.” Sofia says as her space was directly opposite his.

Spoiler: Sofia’s outfit.

Minus the sunglasses.

Interactions: Generic Brooding Antihero

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[Generic Brooding Antihero]

Terrence Barnaby Worcester
"Barns" | The Psycho | App

‘Oi!’ Barns rolled his eyes at Butch and Donny’s exchange. He really should know when to shut up, lest shit like this happened. ‘Have a little sympathy for the hungover,’ he said, somehow sounding severely serious. Barns really wasn't quite if he'd drunk too much the previous night, or if he just hated mornings as a rule, or if it was both, but his new teammates' cheerful displays were getting on his nerves faster than caffeine was taking effect. ‘It's too early in the morning for flirting, it is.’

‘And that includes you, sweetheart. I haven't got enough pennies to be your prom date, anyhow.’ Sunken eyes flitted over to Sofia who, much to his chagrin, managed to come in later than he did. So much for his pettiness over Judge’s ten minutes comment. At least she looked just as pissed off as he was about Judge's early morning call. It was a good team-building exercise, bonding over mutual hatred of rude awakenings.

Of course, she also looked stunning whereas he looked -- as much as his coffee mug begged to differ -- like total, utter shite. It was unfair. Looking glamorous this early in the morning was supposed to be bullshit, and reserved for bullshit Hollywood movies. Then again, her expertise was well within the realm of bullshittery and acting, so he couldn't expect any less.

Barns sighed, downing what was left of his coffee cup. It couldn’t have been more than fifteen minute since it was brewed, but it was already starting to get way past boiling hot -- which was the only way Barns liked his drinks in the morning. He was already fantasising over his second cup of the day.

‘But you know, Sof, looks like Butch here has all sorts of cool toys you could play with.’ A half-smirk started to form on his lips, though his eyes -- lifeless as ever -- did not move. ‘You might want to try your luck with her. Now that I wouldn’t mind watching.’

 

[ReverseTex]

J U D G E

Location:UNKNOWN
Time: 9AM

Judge knew it would take more than ten minutes for everyone to gather, it was expected with these type of pepole. Anyone who was fifteen minutes late however would certainly get chewed out by him. But of course Ghost was first to arrive, who he gave a silent nod. The rest he let file in on their own, no words spoken between him and them. He’d wait till everyone arrived to speak, seeing as relationships in this business were deadly.

Once everyone had accumulated at the metal table, he slammed his hand down, a loud BANG cutting the chatter like a blade. “Good, now that you all are here, late you may be, we can get down to business.” Picking up a stack of manila files, each codename typed on its cover, he slid the pile towards the center. “Now as I promised, we will succeed in the largest heist in American history, and you will be clean... But, there is one roadblock in that plan.”

Tucking his hands in his pocket, his icy eyes glanced at each person as he spoke. “You do not know one another. You have no idea what the person next to you is truly capable of? They could be untrustworthy, maybe a little crazy...? And so my proposition, we pop the cherry. A small heist, one that can truly test one another’s value to this team. And to put you even more on the spot, it will happen tomorrow.”

Adjusting his glasses, he sighed. “Donny i’m going to need you and Butch to gather supplies for a simple heist. Get me a car that will blend with morning traffic, and could get us out of a jam if need be. Surburban maybe? Butch, get me the gear printed in your folder.” Turning to Barns, he continued “You and Alli will be keeping hold of The Hold for today. Most of us will be off running errands, but come tomorrow you will have some of the biggest roles, so I need you ready for that.” Looking down at Monica, he rattled on. “You, Darling, and I will be taking a trip over to the location of the heist, The Bank of New York Mellion, where we will scout out the plan for tomorrow.”

Clasping his hands, he gave a once-over to the group. “Tomorrows earnings will enter the fund for Enigma, so no cuts will be made to you personally. But, the payoff from Enigma will set you for life, so it’s a small price to pay... Now, are we good?” Good.”

 

[OppositeInverse]

BUTCH

-> Barns, Judge.

ReverseTex Generic Brooding Antihero

Cynthia rolls her eyes at Barns' rather misogynistic comment pertaining to herself and Sofia. The more he spoke with such mannerisms, the more it set off flags in her mind. There was a reason Butch was so good at what she does. Research, attention. She was more than just a person that got exclusive shit and delivered. There was a craft to it, and she put fuel into said craft. It's all about resources at the end of it all. Resources to create, and resources to take a creation and achieve something new. Humans were also resources. She'd looked up as much as she could about everyone in this room with her, some were harder than others, like Moriah, but the rest she could find breadcrumbs. She was an independent operator utilizing military and foreign/domestic governmental assets to achieve her craft. No matter how 'alluring' or 'unassuming' she may appear physically, it made her scary dangerous. If not even a Prime Minister could know he was dealing with a recent college graduate halfway around the world to grant him private tropical property, it wasn't beyond Butch to attain digital and physical data on those she'd be working with. Barns alerted her the most.

A slam on the table snapped her attention back to him. She didn't flinch at the act, but assuredly gave him her attention. He started sliding folders to the center of the table, in which Butch immediately picked hers up. As Judge talked, she didn't even bother to open the folder until after he was done. And what he suggested shocked Butch. She raised her brown at him in skepticism as he begun telling them that they lacked synergy & chemistry, and that a means to do that was a full live heist. 24 hours from then. Cynthia scoffs into a silent laugh as her heart begins to race. They'd only been here a short while setting up operations, they'd talk now and then but nothing serious. The young girl had always mentally prepped herself and premeditated this voyage... but now to actually hear the confirmation in reality, that she would be heisting for the first time ever in her life, she was nerve filled, yet thrilled.

"...Tomorrow...you're serious..?"

As Judge started to list things off to her and Donny, she figured he could secure the automotive task, and that he'd probably know the ideal specs for such an occasion. He then directly tells Butch to secure the things listed in her folder, in which she nods sharply and then proceeds to open up the manila folder, seeing blueprints of the bank, and what walls and doors were made out of. She scans down the list with her finger, her heart almost in sync with her breath. She gave a brief glance when he named who would have the biggest roles in the heist. She saw the name Bank of New York Mellion on the sheet, and immediately typed it in google on her Android phone. BNY Mellon came up as a corporation, a holding corporation to be exact. She wondered if Judge put the typo in intentionally to test their attention to detail. Butch added a note in her phone under the table as 'Investment Holding' and locked her phone. She looked around as everyone else got their orders. She waited until the opportune time to speak up. "Don't mean to be crass or anything, but it's BNY Mellon, not Mellion. I'll just assume syntax typo. I'll get what you need Judge, no problem. If this goes the way I'm pre-thinking we probably won't even need guns. But just in case I'll prep them."

There was no way a man as calculated as Judge was going to just spring a heist on a bunch of random strangers albeit experts with only 24 hours of prep time. There was a greater reason, Butch just knew it. Something he had already thought out and refrains from telling them. This was basically an audition. To see if they had what it takes. Who would freeze, who would execute. No cuts, just a good old fashioned crowd funding... the crowd in this case being the industrialized worldwide investors who chose that bank as a holding firm. When he asked are they good, Cynthia nods at him. She remained seated and looks at all her objectives, she knew she was going to research. This was her time to show how serious she was. Even though she seems a bit quirky with her guns and gadgets, underneath that was a filled hole that replaced the insecurity and inferiority she grew up having. It was something she loved, and felt destined to be in.

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[BloodThunder27]

Jessica As Judge made his speech, aside from comments of other members, Jessica still remained attentive although she didn't look the part because of her attire and tattoos. Hopefully her teammates won't let that fool them. Otherwise they'd be in for a big surprise. As far as first impressions went, her favorite was Donny, everyone else was fine, but Barns made her feel uneasy. Whether she liked it or not, they were all on the same team. Since she's used to deal with extremes, Jess did like to hope that she could handle the man's insanity. Briefly, she looked around as the others made their comments...at least until Judge slammed his hand on the table to cut the chatter up. Good thing she didn't talk then. Next thing she knew, he had a stack of folders in his hands. Subtly examining the folders with a closer look, she noticed names on them, including her own. Was he profiling them? Would they get a chance to read the files? If anything at all, she wondered what Judge had on her. For the first heist, it sounded all pretty simple to her. Butch did seem confident about pulling the heist off without firearms. Would be easier that way. She was also curious as to what her role was in the upcoming heist. She had some money thanks to her Father's Will, so it didn't bother her all that much when he said any earnings from the heist will not go to any of them personally. Preparing for the big one was going to be enjoyable for sure. She could sense the thrill in all of it, but maintained her silence. Looks like she'll be stuck with Barns in the The Hold, which she didn't mind. If he wasn't going to be a grumpy pants, maybe she could play twenty questions with him and get to know him a little better. "Well, if you need anything, please, just ask." She said courteously.

If there was anything that Jess hated, it was feeling useless. She hated her skills going to waste and was quite the busy body, not something she wanted to change...Unless she was starting a family, which she'll probably look into doing if the Big One was successful. Either way, she looked forward to tomorrow's heist.

 

[wendy]

Sofia ‘The Darling’

Sofia let out a small laugh as Barns spoke “Sorry to dissapoint but Butch isn’t really my type.” Sofia says tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as she winked at Butch.

Sofia jumped slightly when Judge slammed the blade down into the table as she twisted sat back in her chair with her arms folded as listened to what Judge had to say. In all honesty Sofia didn’t even know if she wanted to be apart of this heist as the only reason she is here is because she was bored. She has got everything she wants but she still wants more and with the sort of money this job was offering who could turn it down.

Sofia picked up the Manila file opening it as she immediately pulled out the blue prints having no interest in such things. What Sofia was interested in was the people. Inside her file was a thick booklet with employee profiles. Along with the employees picture it had some basic information ‘Name, Age, Relationship Status and then a little sentence at the end to sum up their personality. This was the most crucial part for Sofia as she needed to select the right person who she could manipulate to get them the information they wanted.

Sofia’s eyes flicked up to Judge as he mentioned her name saying that they would be going down to the bank today. “I’m good.” Sofia says as she picks up the file standing up and heading out of the table room and into the kitchen as she was starving.

The young women sat at the breakfast bar a bowl of fruit gently scanning througho the file marking stars next to potential candidates. “Mr Gargen. You’ve become my number one candidate.” Sofia says. Ashton Gargen recently divorced and seeming rather lonely. Sofia got up putting the empty bowl in the kitchen sink as she went off in search of Ghost.

Sofia eventually found the 6 foot women “Hey Ghost, is there any CCTV across from the bank. I need to monitor this guys behaviour from the week just gone.” Sofia says as she points to the man on the thick booklet who was circled four or five times.

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[Generic Brooding Antihero]

Terrence Barnaby Worcester
"Barns" | The Psycho | App

At the sound, Barns turned his head towards Judge, slightly annoyed that his coffee cup had moved at the latter’s action. He turned the mug back around so that the writing faced him in full view once again, his thumb idly tracing over the letters even as his gaze refused to tear itself away from the boss. So they were to audition at the Mellon tomorrow, with as little preparation as twenty-four hours. The half-smirk on one side of Barns’ face grew as the man spoke. He liked the way this Judge person’s mind worked, and beyond the allure of money, it was one of the reasons Barns decided to stick around in the first place.

Barns leaned forward, retrieving the folder with his name on it, though his eyes were more interested in looking through what the others’ files could contain. Most of them sounded familiar by their name -- their true names, not the one given to them by their parents, but the one with which they’d decided to baptise themselves. Ghost or Butch or Lightning: He’d heard those words uttered only in whispers, in shadows, by the kind of men and women smart enough to see them as tools, not monsters.

Beyond that, though, Barns didn’t know any of them well enough. Of course, if he asked around hard enough -- in the loosest definition of asking around, of course -- he might know what they were truly capable of, but at the end of the day, he was much more a fan of seeing rather than hearing.

‘Oi, Butch, sneak a good old-fashioned revolver there for me, will you? Be fun to play a little Russian Roulette tomorrow,’ Barns said, blank look upon his face, as his attention finally shifted from his companions to the file in his hands.

He opened the folder, tilting his head every so often as he looked at the blueprints and tried to reconstruct the bank's loayout in his mind. He took note of the possible exits -- fire doors, back doors, air vents, and other escape routes. Always did him well to know where the sheep might run when the wolves came a-crawling. The other information he sifted through without as much care: The company’s security agency, patrol schedules, clientele statistics. Barns could study that in detail later, perhaps after his third cup of coffee.

Right now, it was high time for his second.

‘Well, lassie, I’ll be in my room if you want to exchange friendship bracelets and mixtapes later.’ He looked at Jessica . She unnerved him more than he liked to admit. Of all the people in this room, she was the only one he’d never heard of before. That was either a very good, or a very bad thing.

Manila folder tucked under his arm, Barns stood up, taking his empty mug with him. ‘Bring your own knife or three if you want to warm up. I don’t like others touching me things.’

 

[DatGuyWelbz]

D O N O V A N

Donovan arched an eyebrow at Judge after he revealed that the group would be doing a small, minor heist prior to the huge one. It made sense, after all. None of them really knew each other and this was one of the best ways for them to assess their skills. And not to mention, it would help them find out who was trustworthy and whatnot. Though, Donny wondered why they couldn't have gone somewhere nice for a team bonding session. Perhaps an amusement park? Everyone loves amusement parks.

He snickered at Barns' comment towards Sofia and Butch. While it was a tad bit crude and very inappropriate, he still found it to be quite funny. He then broke out in laughter at Sofia's response.

When Judge mentioned that Donny and Butch were in charge of grabbing the vehicle for the heist, a grin spread across the racer's face. This was right up his alley. While he was a racer, he was no stranger to stealing cars. Hotwiring one was an easy task for him and he was sure Butch could pick the lock of a car with ease. And if she couldn't, he was sure he'd be able to figure it out for himself. The smile on his face faltered a bit after Judge told him they would need to look for a car that could blend in with morning traffic. Not only would that be a bit difficult, it also wasn't any fun for him since he had to drive the damn thing. Nothing said badass more than driving a Subaru SUV.

''Aye aye, captain,'' Donny said, sending Judge a two-finger salute. He then glanced at Butch. ''Wanna get going? If we want to get a morning traffic car, it might be best to look for one while it's still, you know, morning.''

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