>Huh, an in house cook, huh? Maybe they could swap recipes sometime...Wait! He was getting carried away! They're STILL mercenaries and they're STILL not helping the state of the town! He clears his throat, though still taking bites of the meal as he attempts to look a little more serious.
So...What's the game plan? We just gonna storm in and take 'em out? Some kind of stealth operation? Need to know what I'm working with here.
>>41191501 A mix of both! What fun would it be if we didn't get to smack some people around!
>And now the boss herself makes an appearance walking into to take a seat with the team reaching for a turkey leg and tearing it off to take a big bite out of it.
Gonna start out as a stealth operation, get past all the folk we don't need to bother with and get to our man, then we beat the crap out of him and... well what ever happens ever that happens.
>Looking over to the robbed figure, Iyra motions with her head.
Well Shade give us the Intel you have.
>The figure, now a name to tag to the dark cloth and pale jaw, stands up and cleans off part of the table to give them a clear space. Then they place a folder on the table and flip it open spreading the pages out for the other two to see. Along with a colour photo of a man with glasses who's lenses were tinted black, muttonchops adorning his face, and a crescent shaped scar near his left ear that was visible as his hair was all combed over to the right.
Our man's name is Henry Von Studonfu, street name Mr.BadStyle. I am still not sure if it's because of his peculiar grooming habits or if he thinks it's an interesting name.
>She assumed it was the former and he just rolled with it.
He is holding a private party for the elite members of his organization at his large estate on Eagle Street. Highly secure, invite only, armed patrols and even the latest in magitech surveillance systems will be used to monitor ever possible entry point.
>Shade pauses to let Abris and Lei comment if they so choose.
>And thus the boss showed up, explaining their grand plan. Sneak in past the guards, beat seven shades of hell out of the perp and drag him back to the precinct. Simple enough...But he wasn't very good at stealth. He was really more a...'charge recklessly and hopelessly straight at his foe and swing at them until somebody dropped' kind of person.
>He also got to put a name to a face...Or a cloak, rather. And the name of their bad guy. Abris raises an eyebrow at the streetname
'Mr BadStyle?' Haven't these guys ever read a book? You could have picked something like 'Nightshade' or 'The King of Clubs' or something...Though I guess between that and 'Von Studonfu,' I know what I'd pick.
...Anyway, I'm just kind of wondering if we have to do the stealth? I mean, I'm pretty great at a lot of things buuuuut...
>He taps his fingers together, a sharp contrast to the wide smile on his face, but even that was twitching slightly at the corner.
>>41191814 I think King of Clubs has already been taken, same with Nightshade. Guild's always sweep up the good names before anyone else can.
>Irya speaks off handedly as she takes another bite of her turkey leg. Kind of necessity if you wanted people to give you work. Reputation and advertising were key to survival in the world of Mercenary Guilds.
Hell, sometimes they legally copyright them.
>As for the actually important matters...
Yes stealth is necessary, but that's my part of the operation, you will be doing a frontal assault as a distraction until the next phase of the plan can be enacted.
>Shade, rummages though the papers and pulls up a well drawn map of BadStyle's estate and the surrounding area. Markings of where the cameras were, what routes the patrols will take, and finally what holes in the defences there was.
Every thirty minutes, the camera's crystals needs to be replaced leaving them off for roughly three minutes.
>She points at the West side entrance of the estate with a black gloved finger.
That area will be totally unguarded aside from a passing patrol. That's when I'll make my way into the grounds and get inside the mansion to secure entry for you and miss Jìjìng, while you and her attack the North gates.
Lei is fine.
>The Sniper finally speaks up as she listens to the plan, all while having dismantled her weapon and checking to make sure ever part was clean and in prime condition. Seemed pretty standard, she and Abris make it seem like they're the real threat while Shade slips in and gives them a route to enter as well.
But I am not close fighter. You have vantage point for me already?
I do.
>Once again Shade's gloved hands grace the map and land on a tower directly in front of the north gates.
This tower is a project funded by BadStyle himself. It's meant to be a clocktower, but it's real reason for existing is to better monitor his own territory. Traffic on the roofs is rather high in that area to avoid ground patrols hence a "Watch tower" was erected.
My place is in tower then. Have clear sight and provide Abris with covering fire.
Correct. Once I am in and I've secured your entry point, phase two will begin.
>Bad guys could copyright their names? I mean, that seemed dubiously legal, but he wasn't a legal man. Maybe he could ask a judge some time.
>The plan made a bit more sense now. He didn't need to stealth, he just needed to beat up some bad guys! Now THAT he could do. Abris slams his fist into his palm
Just fine with me, point me in the right direction and none of 'em'll still be standing by the time I'm through with them!
>He then moves his hand to pat the sword sheathed on his back in an almost affectionate manner, before he turns over to Lei and smiles brightly
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>>41192313 >Lei looks at the smile she gets from Abris. That smile, that was his smile. That same brimming with confidence stupid goofy smile that she loved and was plastered on his face right up to that fateful day...
Y-yes. We'll do it.
>Trying to shake off the flashes of his face in Abris' Lei quickly goes back to rebuilding her weapon and distracting herself with the plan.
What's Phase two?
>That was Irya's cue.
Well with the battle at the front gate, they'll have the place locked up tighter then a preacher's daughter and'll be too focused on Abris to let him and you into the Shade's entry point...
So another distraction is needed, one that'll make them forget that Abris is even there to begin with and you'll both slip in during the chaos.
That is...?
We're gonna blow up that clock tower and make it land right on BadStyle's front lawn.
>Abris fails to notice Lei's nervousness, instead keeping his grin up at the acknowledgement. He turns back to Irya as she recounts phase two of the plan. Seemed fine enough, keep them occupied, Shade sneaks in, they blow up the clock tower-WHAT
Blow up the Clock Tower?! But Lei'll be on there! How the hell'll that be safe for her?
>He pauses, thinking it over for a bit, his face struck as though he'd just realised he'd left the oven on
I mean, she IS a merc, so she'll probably be fine...
>And he snaps back, indignant pointer finger outstretched
But even then! What about potential civilian casualties? Hell, casualties for the goons! I'm here to lock these bastards up, not kill them! There's no way that blowing up that tower'll be safe enough to minimise loss of life!
>Yes it was maybe a little naive to care about the lives of his foes. But you can't make a corpse stand trial. And criminals had families too. As long as he wasn't prepared to let his comrades explain to his parents that he'd lost his life in the line of duty, he wasn't prepared to take their lives. And he wasn't planning on dying for a long while yet.
>>41192528 >The sniper lifted a finger to mention she was going to using very real and very lethal rounds to give him fire support... But thought better of it. Though know she understood why Iyra wanted her instead of another person who'd be just as good with a gun. >No one like a former Power Keg to know how to blow stuff up right.
Part of Lei's task is to rig to tower with explosives in a wall that'll make it fall on itself. The intention is to have it seem like that was our plan the whole time. Cause even if we take out the guards around the estate's front door, there's still the chance someone will still see you get inside via Shade's entry point and put the whole mission at risk.
A fallen building occupies the minds of the unaware, they'll be too busy with that to remember they were fighting a cop and that he suddenly left to infiltrate the estate and go after their boss.
>Audacity, it was Irya's bread and butter. Do something so shocking and outright crazy that everyone will be too stunned to actually do anything about it. It also made a perfect cover for stealth operations like this.
I can do that. Have enough for it.
>Just enough explosives to do it. She'll probably have to mix the normal stuff with her remotely detonated ordinance to make it work.
>She decides to add another note if only to keep Abris from continuing to outright object to the idea.
Most civilians have either been forced from their homes by BadStyle's thugs or forced to allow them to occupy. As such, there'll be next to no one near the tower. Aside from onsite security.
>They'll have to be dealt with before the assault begins to make sure everything goes smoothly though. So much work going into one plan but if it works...
Originally the plan was to have Ameya use her sound magic to distract the guard, but our doctor says she still needs to recover from the her prior injuries before she's ready for field deployment again.
>MEANWHILE IN THE MEDICAL WING!!! >Ameya was stuck in Doctor Imogen Konotir's house of horrors, lashed to the crazy woman's home-made magic suppression device fashioned to be look like a giant operation table. She could scream all she wanted, but it would have none of the bite she usually had behind it.
Imogen I'm fine! Really! Please just let me go back to my duties!!
>Sure she still had a few bumps and bruises here and there, but nothing she couldn't simple endure! >Above her loomed a woman in a strange state of pink and white dress where what was needed to be covered was indeed, but only barely so, thus showing much of her tall shapely body. Draped over her shoulders was a lab coat with all sorts of strange concoctions tucked away on the inside. Each and every one had a use, either deadly or mundane and only the creator of them knew what they did. Mostly by virtue of no one else wanting to be find out.
Oh my dear Ameya, I'm afraid I can't do that. After all Irya said that I must do all I can to make sure you feel better... and I simple mustn't let our leader down!
>Both of them knew well that the taller of them was twisting the motherly concerns of their guild's leader for her own gain in a way. Yes she'll do all she can heal Ameya... but maybe do an experiment here or there in the meantime. Two snakes with one flask of fluoranium hexafluorostibanuide~
As such I have taken it upon myself to synthesize this medical pellet which should help speed up your bodies natural healing.
>The pellet in question was rather large. The size of a golf ball in fact. Ameya had to wonder; Was... was that to be ingested?
Y-you're not going to make me eat that are you...?
>A pleasant yet at the same time horrifying chuckle comes from the doctor.
Oh silly girl, of course not
>Ameya breathes a sigh of relieve. Perhaps far too soon as Imogen pulls a rubber glove tightly onto her hand and lets it go to snap against her wrist.
It's a suppository~!
.........
>The screams to follow could be heard all across the Basilisk Guild's large home.
>Abris swells up with pride once again. The fact that he lost at all quickly finding it's way into the realms of fiction in the face of how smug he was at the beatdown he laid on her. Damn rich girls. Your money doesn't stop you from getting bruises!
>If there were no civilians around though...That made him feel a little more at ease. Just beat up some crooks, slap some cuffs on them and move onto the head of the organisation.
All right. As long as it's safe, I'm ready to pound them into the dirt! Just make sure that tower doesn't land on me.
>At that point he was promptly interrupted by an incredibly shrill scream. Abris leaps about a foot in the air and flails his arms around, looking for some sort of threat that he could punch, and punch quickly
What sort of terrifying monstrosities do you KEEP in this place?! I knew mercs were nuts, but keeping something that crawled out of Astrolia's a whole 'nother level of STUPID!
>...They let an utter whacko OPERATE on them?! Not only were they crazy, they were just plain negligent! The few in-house medics in the Guard were very pleasant and accommodating people! Score one for the Guard!
>Doubly score since that was the little princess getting all screwed up. Hahaha! That's what you get for fighting the LAW!
>Abris stops smirking long enough to clear his throat and look back over to Irya
>>41197822 >Shade was the one to answer that question.
The operation will begin in three days, 7pm sharp, and we'll meet at the base of the clocktower before we begin the assault.
>With that out of the way, Irya finishes the meeting with a final statement.
We only have one chance at this, after that, BadStyle will know that the "Arrangement" is moot and all hell will brake lose. Should that happen, the citizens of the whole city are going to suffer the most.
Failure is not an option. You're all free to go.
>With that, Shade quickly herself scarce vanishing into a shadow somewhere in the room. Lei rises from her seat after finishing her meal and makes her way out. She had to make sure to make sure everything on her end was in order. The Boss herself gets up as well and heads for medical wing. Someone had to keep Imogen from getting too carried away.
>One shot, do not miss your chance to blow...up a tower. Abris nods at Irya, before he makes his way out of the building, though not before snapping up some more food.
>It was going to be a big thing...And if he messed up, then it was on HIS head that he'd made the whole situation worse. Abris gulps. Lotta responsibility for a rookie guard...Maybe he'd bitten off more than he could chew?
>He shakes his head. No way. If he had doubts, then it could jeopardise the whole mission. He had to be strong. Be confident, like he always was. A battle is won before it even starts if you're not sure of yourself. He WOULD complete this mission, and he would secure a better life for the civilians.
>And if it went well, he WOULD ask that Lei girl out for lunch some time!