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Post by majinmonkey on Jul 24, 2008 21:50:04 GMT -5
A man wearing camo pants and a plain white tee shirt walked down the main street of Oakdale. He sipped from a Burger Hut cup, one hand in his pocket, just strolling through town. It was a beautiful day, so nobody much noticed anybody else anyway, but he went unseen more so than all others. His footsteps were nonexistent, and though there was little more than pepsi flavored ice left in his cup, no slurping sounds could be heard. He sat down on a bench at a bus stop, apparently awaiting public transportation.
He looked at the homeless man sleeping across the street in a small vacancy between two dumpsters, well, he assumed he was sleeping. From this distance he only knew he hadn't moved in about 5 minutes. Perhaps he should buy him some food, giving them money was pointless, but feeding them was straight to the point, i wonder... but he was interrupted when the bus arrived. He got on and placed the change required, then sat near the back of the bus. He was headed downtown.
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Post by Tona on Jul 25, 2008 0:14:01 GMT -5
Bernie Meeks sat out at a street-side cafe sipping some blendid coffee drink while he pretended to read the newspaper. He wore a decent, navy blue suit with a black tie and to his side lay a brown leather brief case. The Cafe was located conveniently almost right across the street from the high scale Corington st. Bank. He sat facing a buss stop down at the other corner, and every other minute he'd glance down the street between glancing over articles. The people all around him were busy getting ready for the festival at the end of the week so he was left fully alone. There he waited.
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Post by majinmonkey on Jul 25, 2008 2:37:46 GMT -5
Robert Lockwood exited the bus across the street from the cafe, and after the bus had departed to its next preprogrammed destination he jaywalked right through the main street. A few cars had to slow down, and a taxi honked, but otherwise he made it across safely, he sat down across from Bernard and started licking his now melting ice cream cone with zealous abandon.
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Post by Tona on Jul 25, 2008 3:13:53 GMT -5
Bernie inhaled loudly behind his newspaper. He was reading an article on the horribly dilapidated buildings in the area of Oak Dale known as the slums. He was interested in perhaps purchasing a couple for the group. All the while he had notice his leader crossing the street. A couple seconds later he folded the paper in half as he brought it back down to the small table the two now shared. "Ya know... there is a sidewalk..." They were supposed to be keeping a very low profile; i.e. not attracting any attention what so ever. While J-walking wasn't really a big deal, Bernie had hopes that his leader would take things a little more seriously. His face held the front of his annoyance, but it only existed as deeply in his face as it lasted in his head. He knew it didn't really matter, and that his boss knew what he was doing. He was actually just happy to see him.
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Post by majinmonkey on Jul 25, 2008 11:18:45 GMT -5
"Yeah, but you know me, unless its its a mission i lack the patience for procedure."
He threw away the soggy cone, and wiped his mouth on a nearby napkin, calling the waiter and ordering an iced tea with lemon as he passed. He noticed a boy in dress clothes and a guy who dressed like a well fed homeless man pass by. He didn't care, they were headed inside, but he turned up his sound suppression field before they passed by anyway, it would keep other ears out.
"so", he began. "who did you manage to get? Some guys with talent i hope, though not too much ambition?"
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Post by Tona on Jul 26, 2008 3:23:57 GMT -5
Bernie sighed, but nodded. "Yeah, I got us some good guys. There's a small group of the one we've worked with before. They all check out, and out only here to fund their own agendas. We know they're good, so I'm gunna trust them with you, you may need it more." Bernie picked up his briefcase, snapped it open, and passed over what files they had on his boss's team members. Then the took out the last set of files before closing and setting down the case. "My guys are a little more sketchy, but I was able to pull criminal records on all of them. They're just thugs, no big deal. Tough and smart enough to figure out the plan, but they have room to slip up in our favor. All they'll be looking for is a cut." He waited for his accomplice to finish looking over his own member files before passing the second set.
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Post by majinmonkey on Jul 26, 2008 3:54:57 GMT -5
"good, we can trust the mercenaries more than the thugs, you use the thugs to take over the bank, and i use the mercs to help me secure the mech and the bus." He looked over the top of the briefcase. "So, as far as the thugs know, it's just a bank heist right? They know are to know nothing of us or our real agenda. They can keep the cash, and get caught and take the fall. The mercs we need to trust somewhat, so we need to lookout for them accordingly. Besides, if they're the guys from the arctic mission like your report says, i like them, and would like to see that they end up handsomely rewarded. Tell them if everything goes according to plan, we'll double their pay, and tell them the location of the Thugs, and whatever petty cash they manage to grab."
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Post by Tona on Jul 26, 2008 4:07:11 GMT -5
"Right, the thugs only realize we've got a special escape route and a way to deal with the mech, they've got their own ways out." Bernie looked directly up, then motioned quietly in the direction he was looking. "I think they'll set the buss up on top of this building here. So you'll have to be ready for that, also, we need to know where you'll be stowing our munitions..." Bernard eyes him cautiously, wondering if the man had forgotten about that part of the job. Everything in side him knew that he had not, but his non-partial way of working threw Bernie off at times. ((yeah, sorry, small post...))
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Post by majinmonkey on Jul 26, 2008 23:26:23 GMT -5
"They're not there yet, but tonight I'll sneak in and leave them yours in the planter in plastic bags underneath the soil. Yours will be on the left, in the Chinese vase looking one. The thugs weapons will be in the guys bathroom, behind the mirror, they only need to shatter it, and they'll be the ones scaring people and stealing money. My men will be outside the bank ready to intercept the SWAT from behind when they bust in. You just need to protect yourself and disable the mech so i can pick it up. I'll take the bus myself, and I'll radio you when its mine."
He noticed how they had come to rely on his power, to have revealing conversations without any risk of being overheard.
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