Mission #4. Babycakes On the Clock.

Well. Couple of decent coffees, some worthless bling and some cash aren't worth mentioning. Almost. The adrenalin rush that came with the last assignment, on the other hand, is. But it was the only thing fun. The action itself wouldn't be worth mentioning either.

Jimmy called, at one point. After four weeks. Bummer. I picked up pointy. We meet tool kit and Jimmy at some upscale bar slash coffee house. The boss is kinda in a hurry. 21 K each for a get in, grab, get out-job: There's a bank robbery going on right now. And of course there is someone as well as something in that very building. Both of which we are supposed to aquire. In a very discret way. And in thirty minutes, tops.

Jimmy sets us up with intel on the swat team, we are connected to their communication. So before we go in or decide on anything we learn that there are at least ten hostages, maybe thirty. And at least five attackers. The someone, is, hold your breath, Vegas. Remember him? Anyway, there are two ways in, the roof and the sewer system. The mage inside has spirits patrol the area. Four humans.

So we head down to the sewers where Leo disables their getaway bomb. While we're at it, he suggests a subtle way to contact Vegas first, to find out where he's at exactly.

„OMW babycakes, where are you? ;)“

Vegas' answer is quick: „On the first, behind a cactus.“

What an image. I am smirking even now.

Pointy summons a spirit who digs a tunnel. Quite impressive. But as always: Wriggly fingers creep me out. Of course anybody can pull a trigger. But with pointy? I'd like to go out in style, some day. Not by some weirdo who spikes my mind. Plants thoughts inside my head.

Few seconds later a stony spirit appears down the tunnel. This is just great. It tries to fucking eat us. And apparently I'm looking the most delicious today; it goes for me first. I barely manage to throw it away. Leo cuts off one ear. It's Aaron who takes it out with style. The spirit on our payroll finishes the whole and I give Leo a boost up there, he ties the rope, we follow.

The voult door is barely closed and the place is ransacked. There's somebody out in the hall. Leo sneaks up to him but quikly draws attention. Everything's happening fast. The guy launches a grenade and attempts to kill not only himself. I was on my way over there, but hafta stop dead midrun. Aaron knocks him out cold. Again. This is getting boring. Leo throws the badass into the vault. Kaboom.

Time is running out. I pop some kamikaze. Next room there are four hostages. I sneak into the lobby, get a closer look. There are three guys on guard duty. One troll with shiny horns. Glowy eyes. Tattoos. Seriously!? Well trained body as well. He is not in such a good shape as I am, of course. Shotgun in one hand, sword in the other.

There are four plants in the entrance hall, one in each corner of the room. And we can't see Vegas anywhere. Since we kaboomed one of the security guys, the left overs over here are just a tiny bit startled. One of them is about to head down to the vault.

Vegas begins to text panic-fuelled. I have to include this here: 

Vegas: They are coming to the basement!!! 

Leo: We are upstairs already, no worries. 

Vegas: :) 

Leo: executive office. or financial or whatevs 

Vegas: Do you have the chip

Leo: The one you were supposed to steal? 

Vegas: It was in my bag. They took it to the basement.

At this point a very annoyed Aaron mouthes what crosses my very annoyed mind: What a fuckup. 

Leo: left or right plant when you enter? 

Vegas: The one on the right. The big prickly one.

Turns out, Vegas not only lost what he came here for, he's also tied up and blindfolded. This is awesome. So there's no getting him outta there by some of pointy's tricks. We don't have time to be smart asses about this. The swat team outside is getting impatient. Flashy spots us. Spirit manifests in the room.

We take down the mage, strangely – easy enough. The last one present of the security minimes surrenders. And refuses to tell me where his colleagues are. Since Leo and Aaron are the one pulling the shots here, literally, this is getting more and more annoying.

After Leo set Vegas free with a „'Sup babycakes?“ we head back downstairs. Time to leave, the swat is getting really antsy by now. They heard us on the surveillance.

Seems I am not myself today. I barely hit the troll, who's not exactly the smallest target I ever aimed at. 'tis the same with the guy in the basement.

Of course we leave safe and sound with the packages. And the loot. Aaron calls Jimmy. Meeting point is some coffee shop in Beverly Hills. Vegas is not so happy about us taking him to Jimmy's. I cuff him and I don't give a fuck that this won't keep him from fucking with me.… yeah. I am that pissed.

At least The Fat Turky has real coffee. With my performance today, this is only cold comfort. But since the only thing better than some black and strong is some amber and stronger it'll hafta do.

Jimmy's pleased, but „Good work, Dudes“, seriously!? Who cares. It's a thousand each from the bags and the 21K.

Water Down The River

Its December. Almost christmas. Or whatever people celebrate these days. Did some training the last couple weeks. Fighting, combat training. Met some old colleagues. None of them had any work though. McNullty hasn't called so far. I haven't spend much of the money, since I am not stupid.

I wonder what pointy and tool kit are up to these days. Probably getting wasted and/or lost with some spell books or spirits hop hop or whatnot.