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(setting) O-kitsune courier and chop shop
| > Come the tapping, as a figure enters the settlement. They holler long before their presence came to be, and with that reveals a modestly young masculine voice.
"Hello?! Thought you might need some part-timer for your job!"
| >>648406
> The larger of the two figures gets up from the table. He waves the new person over and yells out, voice booming
"Howdy. We see you. Git over here while we wait for the others."
> They sit back down while the shorter figure gets up and moves to a fridge. They dig around and slam the door shut, walking back to the table with arms crossed.
"Kitty couldn't get some fuckin' sodas while he was shopping the other day. How boring."
| >>648431
> The figure enters, showing a man barely any older than 25. He doesn't take any longer to scan the room, seeing the two person inside.
"Sorry, was I late? I was told we would be doing something."
> However, upon closer inspection, the figure seems to be.. fairly feminine. The chestnut-coloured hair that extends down to their waist is untied, and their build would be better described as 'untrained'.
| >>648435
> Dusty, the slender one, eyes him over, raising her eyebrow as she does so. Not exactly the person who she figured would join the crew for the job. He didn't even looked armed.
"Yeah, don't worry about timing. We're not moving today."
"She's right. Come down. Sit. We gots lots to talk about concerning this job and you look green, kid."
> The larger man waves over some more, hitting the table with his off hand with a loud smack
| >>648444
"I like red, but green works too-"
> He takes a seat, walking slowly to see the room in proper. Upon reaching his seat, he gesticulates his shyness by wrapping his hands and feet closer to each other.
"Is this the part where we say each other's name?"
> He looks up to the two, eyes trained in neither, but left distracted by the room itself.
| >>648451
> Dusty stifles a laugh before sitting up some more. She shoots a glance at her partner who only nods.
"Sure then, kid. She's Dusty-"
"-And he's Pistol Pete"
> Dusty mutters "damn straight" under her breath and puffs happily on her cigarette while she lets Pete take over.
"We were once some of the best bounty hunters in the American West. Guess the kids these days don't know us as well as the older folk, but can't say I blame y'all. You don't look the hunting type"
| >>648458
"D-do I?! I- I'm dressed the part!"
> His 'dressed the part' meant wearing a shirt, and a gym shorts. Nothing protective, nothing to keep him safe from a stray bullet.
"And nice to meet you two! I haven't heard your name before, but mine is Arcus!"
| >>648570
> Dusty and Pete shot each other a series of strange looks and hand motions. Pete then coughs and sits up a little more.
"Kid, you look like yer nuthin' special. But this ain't the day we move either, so maybe you'll surprise us yet. Plus, we're still waiting on a dragger."
"He'll be here, Pete, don't sweat. Anyway, what's yer thing Arcus? You ain't look like you've ever done this kind of job."
> Dusty shifts in her seat. The clicks of metal can be heard as she moves
| >>648622
"Mechanics for hovercars, but my buddies told me I'm really good at close-quarters."
> Arcus puts his short résumé more as a show of words than anything. Still, it sounded both believable and something akin to a made-up fact.
| >Just then another figure shows up on the scene. This one's probably in his early 30s, dressed in a urban-pattern fatigue. He is wearing a plate carrier filled with magazines amd grenades, a high-cut ballistic helmet, a pair of active headset, a half mask. He is also carrying a rifle on a sling and a pistol in a holster to round up the military look.
"Good day to you. Dusty, is it?"
| >>648663
"Close-quarters? Maybe you'll be of good use yet. And if not, then it's on you."
> Pete shifts his focus on the new arrival. Dusty puts out her now finished cigarette in the ashtray next to her and motions over the new arrival
"Yeah yeah, how are you? Come over and sit down. You can just lay your guns on the table if you want. My boy and I don't mind."
> Dusty gets excited on seeing someone who is more dressed for the part. Pete sizes him up as well and nods at Dusty
| >>648824
"Don't mind if I do."
>The man walks over and puts the rifle, a C8 IUR, on the table. He leaves his pistol in his holster as he take a seat.
| >>648894
> Arcus looks with glee at the weapon. He didn't hide his emotion easily, showing off as a bright gasp, covered by the two of his hands.
"A- A gun!"
> This may have been his first experience seeing a gun.
| >>648894 >>648939
"Settle down, tyke. We're here so we might as well get to hashing it all out"
> Dusty shoots Arcus a look, like an older sister scolding a young sibling. Pete then pulls out a map, detailing a pier of some kind and a warehouse. Dusty immediately shuts up and pays him her full attention.
"So, we're here because all want to make some money. This here warehouse is where we can start to find it. It should be easy. We go in, grab what we need, and leave. Got it?"
| >>648948
"This is straightforward!"
> Arcus nods. After he is shown a gun, his excitement seems to have grown. He opens more of his body, removing the binds that locked him tight in social shyness.
"Personally I will deliver the low-orbit cannon but if we need to keep it intact then I like flashing muzzles better."
| >>648950
"ABSOLUTELY-FUCKING-NOT"
> Both Pete and Dusty speak in unison. They seem slightly embarrassed that they did such a thing, prompting Dusty to turn her head and pretend like it didn't happen while Pete regains his composure to speak.
"ahem... We're not lookin to pick fights here. This ain't no ordinary merc job, got it? I had to pull favors to just get this map. We gotta assume the worst here. Walk softly, otherwise the prey gets a step ahead of us."
| >>648948
"Any info on possible security level?."
>Red says as he look at the map laid out infront of him.
>>648950
"Oh boy."
>Red mutters to himself.
"This is gonna be a hard one isn't it."
| >>648952
> Pete pulls a marker out and begins to draw circles over areas in the map. He highlights the dock area itself and the center of the warehouse, along with arrows leading to an area covered by tarps
"So, I reckon we ain't dealing with PMC types. Probably thugs and wannabe runners who ain't know the Devil when they see him. Lookin' at no more than a dozen of 'em, but the guy we're lookin' for has a detail on him. We alert them, he's probably gonna high tail it from behind"
| >>648951
"Aah! Okay, okay! No orbital cannons, no guns!"
> Arcus pouts at the statement, accepting after he scratches the surface of the table with his nail, one well-kept at that.
"... I hate doing Reconnaissance and Assassin unit's job."
> He murmurs more to himself, seldom peering at the map and the points drawn.
| >>648954
"That's good, but we should underestimate them just yet. I can probably drop some guys without them detecting if need be."
>He replies.
"You have any entry plan?"
| (*shouldn't)
| >>648956 >>648958
"Entry plan? As crazy as it sounds, we'll be walking in. I'm guessing they'll be twitchy. If we walk in, cool as ice, they might not suspect anything until we find our guy. By then, we'll have what I need and none of us get to pick lead out of our legs like a certain lady"
> He shoots a playful look at Dusty, who only flips him off while hiding a smile
"Docks will probably have sentries of some kind, so they'll be the ones to be wary of"
| >>648961
"It IS a Reconnaissance job... I shouldn't have stolen it."
> Arcus springs back to life as he hears 'sentries', but tries to hide his disengaging interest. It fails miserably, as anyone would expect.
"Anything I have to keep my attention on? Anything?"
| >>649063
"Attention? What about not getting our cover blown? These guys might not be a threat, but they can make shit further down the line harder, got it?"
> Pete shoots a cold stare at Arcus. He sets his hand on a large pistol at his hip and gets back to explaining things
"Just because this sounds easy doesn't mean we should take it lightly. It would be best if we had a third extra, but this will have to do."
| >>649178
"Got it, boss!"
> Arcus nods. His smile then was a grin widening, when needed.
"No third-party support, no deviating attention, but if we have a third extra it will be good—"
> He counts each of what he said with his finger, rising each digit then wagging one whenever he misremembers them.
"—Is that all the rule?"
| >>648961
"So we waltz in like we belong there, take what we want, and fuck off, got it."
>Red said. He shot a strange look at Arcus, but his mask hid his facial expressions.
>>649178
"If you need the third guy, I get find that third guy for you."
| >>649367 >>649203
"Yes. That's the plan in the most basic sense. We'll need to improvise in case things start to head south, so I trust you can do that. Normally, going in prepped for a fight would be smartest, but that would be showin' our hand without a stacked deck. Dani."
> Both Pete and Dusty stand up and lay down their pistols on the table. They seem to match their owners
"We got our pistols. Red, you might need to come in more discreet gear. Arcus... what do you have?"
| >>649430
"We'll have time. I think we're thinking of moving tomorrow night, right dear?"
> Dusty takes the lead here, inspecting her automatic pistol as she does. Pete merely nods as he grabs his revolver and spins it. He resumes speaking as well
"Aye. Tomorrow night'd be best. Sometime around 8pm. They ain't got cameras outside the warehouse, so we got that going for us. Gives us a little more security"
| >>649429
"Depeeends..."
> Arcus' words trailed playfully. Perhaps at the wrong time, but his sleaziness shows vividly.
"I have.. everything you need to start a war. Just tell me where I fit! ...And where the propaganda should start? All wars start with a good propaganda."
| >>649468
"We ain't startin' no fuckin' war!"
> Pete slams his fist down on the table. Wood can be heard splintering, and a piece of the table now has a dent in it. His off hand catches the revolver as he does this, given his loss of focus
"That'll come never if this all works out. I'm tryna' leave this behind and this is what it's gonna take. Ain't gonna make more of a mess I ain't gonna let you make one either."
| >>650384
"T-that was- that was a hyperbole!"
> Arcus squeaks at Pete's burst of anger. He closes himself off, trying to avoid being hit or getting smacked like the dented table.
| >>650388
"Yer goddamned right it was."
> Dusty shoots a look a Pete who, exhales and regains his composure
"Right. We're gonna need a way to communicate without anyone hearing. Me and the girl have our own closed signals. If both of y'all have commlinks, we can get you set up too. It'll be easier this way."
> As he talks, Dusty grabs her helmet and phone, getting ready to set everyone up
| >>650403
"Don't have one at the moment! Can you tell me the frequency or IP you used? I can hack to it once I get my gear!"
> Arcus says, going back to the usual excitement, perhaps misplaced once again.
| >>650403
"I have my set of comms, just tell me the frequency you use."
>Red replies.
"Where are we meeting up tomorrow night?"
| >>650420 >>650422
> Pete writes down the frequency they use on his map. 140.48
"It's typical wideband setup. Older. These signals might lack a bit in quality, but it'll work. As far as I've known, none of the other frequencies work."
> Dusty sets her motorcycle helmet on the table. She drums on it and takes over for Pete
"We have our stuff hardwired into our helmets. Doing the same might be smart"
| >>650426
> Dusty lights up another cigarette and takes a drag. She then goes back to explaining things
"We're gonna be over near the industrial docks. We don't have to deal with anyone who'd call authorities when they hear gunfire. Plus, we can all escape easily in case things turn out rough"
| >>650428
"Do we need an escape route? I can make an escape route. I'm good at making escape routes."
> Arcus takes note of the digits before speaking to Dusty. His hands seemed to almost write them in the air.
"Umm.. I-I mean, I can provide cars and more! If we need... more than a two-wheeled machines."
| >>650429
"Hmm... cars? Red, Dani mentioned you're a part of some outfit right? If you ain't got unmarked vehicles, we could squeeze into something to be more hidden. She can be our vanguard if needed"
"What!? That's bullshit and you–"
> Pete gives her a look and she looks down. She knows he means best for the two of them
"Yes, sir. I can go ahead to scout for us."
| >>651160
"Don't worry, most of our vehicles are unmarked, we do have everything from motorbike, up to armored hovercraft and tanks."
>Red replied.
"We don't show much that we of the same allegence."
| >>651166
> Dusty pouts and puts her cigarette out, despite barely smoking it. She's not very comfortable with the new air in the room and but it's only barely hidden. Pete doesn't seem to really care and keeps talking
"That's a good plan then. Of course, this means we can't stroll in with helmets either, so they'll need to be placed somewhere by Dusty in case things go bad."
> Dusty doesn't react to this. She keeps staring blankly at the map
| "If it's scouting, I can do! Mhmm!"
> Arcus steps in, despite not at all comfortable with the term before. He waves his hand around, as to get the attention of the group.
"Or backups. I'm good at backups! Tell me anything, please!"
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| >>651193
"No. I can do it. Thanks, but it's going to be my job."
> Dusty answers hollowly. She keeps her eyes fixed on the map, wondering why it was supposed to be her job. But she couldn't fight it either. She didn't know how to.
"Well, I guess that settles it. We ain't cattle driving, so this'll mean we'll be less noticeable on the whole."
> Pete speaks up, now back to spinning his revolver.
"We ain't got much spare tools, so anyone needing a hand?"
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| >>651653
> Arcus profusely shakes his head.
"None at all! I'm readier to tackle this!"
> His attention moved from the map and to others. He loses grasp of the map fast, however, now with his lacking role.
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| >>652485
"Anything else? I'd think just don't shoot to kill. Disabling them is fine. No doubt we'll have people tail us after. They can clean up the bullet holes. Don't bother goin' in all fancy neither. They ain't gonna be carrying IFF tags or even anything that could punch through decent plate."
> Pete takes a drag from an electronic cigar and blows a small cloud of vapor out
"That should about do it, unless y'all got suggestions"
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| > The midday sun rose high and baked the Motor District. It wasn't summer yet, but the urban sprawl didn't help the streets feel any cooler. Fox's desk sat empty once more, as he was on deliveries as always.
>The warehouse floor was mostly empty, save for a few crates scattered about. A trio of custom motorcycles also were lined up together, each clean and polished up and ready for action.
> A bit further back, a table was set up, with two figures sat there already, idly smoking