Everywhere I turned another fight would break out. To me it was very amusing; I would silently say to myself the mistake the person had made when they were about to attack. But I must have laughed a little to loud for the one named Vixen spotted me and walked over. "I'm Vixen, and you are", She said politely. "Chol", I said, taking her hand and getting up from my seat. For some reason she thought it was her duty to introduce me to the rest, "We've got a ghost here", she announced. They all turned and starred. "I don't remember letting you in", said Brent. "Good." I replied. "But if you must know, I'm the rude one who walked right past you when let me in?" He slowly began to remember. "What are you in for?" He asked. "None of your damn business, that's what I got in trouble for." I crossed my arms defensively. Before I knew it Mark had past me and was rummaging through my stuff. "Give that back!" I yelled, but by the time I got to him he held my bag out of reach. "Hmm. Stealing? Fighting? Maybe a little bit of both." He dropped my bag to the ground, letting all of its contents fall out. "You a-hole!" I screamed at him. "Someone's not a team player." Commented someone from behind. "Can you fight kid?" Asked Vixen. "I can handle my own," I replied smiling.
"It's better to beg for forgiveness than to ask for permission."
"Sometimes it's best to leap before you look."
Formerly known as FlowerPower ^_^ (Until TheClosetKidnapper decided to go psycho)
I know it's rude to look through someone's stuff, but I'm hoping for a gun so I can shoot the annoying little bitch called Shanaya. Her constant screeching and whining is getting on my nerves and I can tell the others are getting irritated too. Tully is sharpening a knife so big I don't know where he pulled it from, Hunter is tightening her hands into fists and the rest are giving her looks. Fortunately for the little girl, I don't find a gun in the new persons bag. If she has one, it's on her person. "You a-hole!" She screams at me. "Someone's not a team player." "Can you fight, kid?" Vixen asks her. "I can handle my own", the new girl replies with a smile. Vixen has also annoyed me. "Honestly jackass, that's obvious. I'm an assassin and you're a fuckin' freelance photographer. You aren't going to hear of me unless you're Mafia, Yakuza or from a fucking crime syndicate. That's my job.". How stupid is she? It was pretty obvious from my explanation that that's just a cover story. However, I'm not gonna make a fight out of it since we might well end up working together if I understood Brent correctly. "Hey Brent!" I call over the chatter that's going on. "If this isn't some free parking set-up, what do we have to do to stay?"
I hae but ane gallant son, and if he were to follow me in my footsteps, how proud I shall be.
Time isn't a straight line. It's a big ball of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff
"If this isn't some free parking set-up, what do we have to do to stay?" Mark calls over the chatter.
I sigh, which I find myself doing a lot these days, and stand where everyone can see and hear me.
"There's a series of jobs." I begin. "We'll split the profits equally. In each job, there is a task for each of your talents. Once you learn to use those talents while being a teamplayer, then we move on to the bigger job. By doing this, you not only have someone watching your back, but you don't have to stop what you're doing to get it."
I stop there, disliking how I'm starting to sound like someone selling a car. No, I definitely wasn't going for that.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
A series of tasks pertaining to our talents? That didn't sound so hard. If that was all we had to do to stay here then I was home free. Plus, I don't mind getting some practice. The only thing that I might have trouble with is working as a team. More than most of my jobs, wither is be an assassination or hacking, I worked by myself. Rarely did I ever have to work on a team. I would dwell on that later.
"So, when do we start?" I questioned.
Substitute "damn" every time you're inclined to write "very"; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be. Mark Twain
Tully So they were going somewhere else? Good, thought Tully, hopefully the next shithole with have a carpet. "Will there be Internet?" He asked, getting a slight frown Brent. "It's just I feel a tad under equipped here and would appreciate the chance to do some shopping." He added gesturing to his bag of knives. If he could not have the old collection again Tully at least wanted a few more ones.
If at first you don't succeed then destroy any evidence that you ever tried
"Won't we look a little suspicious if we all leave here at the same time? I mean if people are after us this just makes us an easy target." I thought to myself about that for a minute. "How do we even know we can trust you? How do we know your not some type of undercover cop, doing their job?!" Everyone murmured in agreement.
"It's better to beg for forgiveness than to ask for permission."
"Sometimes it's best to leap before you look."
Formerly known as FlowerPower ^_^ (Until TheClosetKidnapper decided to go psycho)
"Me? An undercover cop?" I chuckle. "Rest assured, friends, I am the least of your worries. If I was one, don't you think you would all be in custody by now?"
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Chol had a good point when she asked why we could and should trust Brent. The mention of an undercover cop put my nerves on edge. I had gotten away untouched for so long, and I was not going to be caught now.
"Me? An undercover cop?" Brent chuckle. "Rest assured, friends, I am the least of your worries. If I was one, don't you think you would all be in custody by now?"
"Maybe." I said. "Most undercover cops would try and gain our trust first, then lead us to a supposed "safe area". But in all actuality, the place they are taking us is just a trap."
She watched Brent carefully, seeing how he responded to this.
Substitute "damn" every time you're inclined to write "very"; your editor will delete it and the writing will be just as it should be. Mark Twain
Tully Or you could be waiting to catch us in the act. Tully considered staring at Brent, trying to decide if he looked particularly police like. No matter who Brent was Issac definitely wasn't police, or if he was then the police had definitely gone down in Tully's books. "No. You can't start thinking like that again." He muttered, slapping himself lightly on the face. "The last time you thought like that you ended up killing the postman." Tully's voice was smooth and reassuring as if he was trying to calm himself down. "So." He said placing his knives back in the bag. "When do we start?"
If at first you don't succeed then destroy any evidence that you ever tried
