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| Topic Started: Dec 11 2008, 09:47 PM (851 Views) | |
| Gambit(Matt) | Dec 11 2008, 09:47 PM Post #1 |
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Time of day:20:33 Place in the timeline:December 7th “Hit.” The dealer laid a third card on Remy's hand as the Cajun took a sip of cold beer. An eight of diamonds – add that with the three of clubs and the seven of diamonds and you have eighteen. “Hit,” Remy said as he took another drag on his cigarette. The player to his immediate right coughed in disapproval at the Cajun's decision; Remy barely noticed. A fourth card was laid face up on his hand – the king of spades. “It's a bust. House wins,” the dealer droned. Remy sat back in his seat, a put-on frown on his face as he stared down in fake contempt at the cards in front of him before they were swept away by the professional on the opposite side of the table. “Bad move, old boy,” the stranger next to him said clapping him on the shoulder; he ignored the offending hand. In reality, he had busted on purpose; Remy had won the majority of the hands he'd played since he sat down at the table. The problem with winning too much was that it called attention to the player... something that wasn't very desirable when you had plans to rob the place. Still, he hoped that by the time they were ready to go, he'd walk away with a couple hundred more than he started out with... combine that with an enjoyable evening with two of the more likable of their motley crew and you have a pretty decent night away from Murderworld. Leaning on the table once more, he stacked a few chips in his box and waited for a new hand. |
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| Rogue | Dec 11 2008, 10:25 PM Post #2 |
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Rogue had started out the evening keeping relatively close to her two companions and was actually surprised to find that she was actually having a good time. It probably helped that she had came in with Saint and Gambit, who were two of the more likable people who hung around Murderworld, particularly Gambit. Plus, this had given her a reason to actually dress up some, because no matter how tough she was, she was still a girl and enjoyed dressing up every once awhile. The trouble was finding something to wear that covered her skin up as much as possible. She ended up wearing a short, form-fitted, sleeveless and turtle-necked, emerald green dress that fell to just below her knees, black tights and black high-heeled pumps. She also was sure to wear matching black gloves, and a cropped black blazer. She figured she was probably as covered up as she was going to be while still looking nice, and as far she was concerned she looked pretty good. She left her chin-length, dark brown and white-streaked hair loose. As the night progressed she had eventually separated from her two companions, and left to her own devices. Currently she was leaning against a wall, watching Gambit play black jack, and was really starting to get sick of practically every man who looked her way hitting on her. The first few she had humored and flirted with a little, while still managing to keep her distance, but the last man had been quite persistent and now she was just annoyed. She took note that Gambit was about to be dealt another hand, and while still keeping a close eye out for Saint she wandered over to him, and carefully leaned her arms on one of his shoulders, being careful not to let any of her exposed skin accidentally brush against his. “Ah hope you're not beatin' everyone too badly, sugah.” She said to him with a smile then glanced over at the dealer to see if it was too late for her to be dealt in as well. She didn't have a lot of experience with casino games, but she figured she might as well try until they really established how they were going to go about achieving their goal for tonight. |
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| Saint | Dec 11 2008, 11:40 PM Post #3 |
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It wasn't often that Saint had been inside a casino. Despite the fact that he had never gotten the hang of any of the main gambling past times, he had picked up a handy knowledge of poker from around. And at that very moment, he was on a winning streak. Seeing the eyes of his fellow players, he could gauge whether they were bluffing or not, but the main thing was that he simply couldn't be bothered at all. Dressed in a black shirt that opened to show the best of his chest, yet be respectable enough for a place like the casino and a smart pair of black trousers, with his hair done up slightly. After winning the hand that he had, Saint made his excuses and took his money off the table and headed where all people eventually gravitate to in a casino. The bar. Standing in the bar, he tried to keep an eye out for the members of his team that were with him there. Rogue and Gambit, both very talented members of the group. Kyle Trent however, still couldn't trust Gambit, but he did trust Rogue. For someone who had that kind of power, he imagined it must be such a harder life than he was accustomed to. But he wasn't there to give her a pity show, they were here on a mission. And to do that mission, he needed a signal to start. Now, if only he could find them in amid all the people. Feeling someones eyes on his back, he looked behind him. A security guard was staring at his back intensly, probably wondering whether Saint was underage. The false id that he had made was good enough to get him into most places and the fact he looked older than he was threw most people off, in addition to his attitude. However, some people were just damn persistent and Saint felt like he had to deal with this problem. Quickly turning around and fixing the older man with a look, Saint slowly walked up, all the time keeping his eye contact. The guard would probably feel a bit slow, his body heavy. As Saint got close enough, he whispered into the guards ear a small command, one that would make him be busy till the effects of the hypnosis wore off. And all by two words. "Go home" Suddenly, he saw the pair that he was supposedly there with, on the other side of the casino. Catching their eyes, he gave a nod as he moved across the room, waiting for a sign that things were about to begin. |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Dec 12 2008, 04:01 PM Post #4 |
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“Ah hope you're not beatin' everyone too badly, sugah.” Remy grinned without taking his eyes off the dealer, “I'm bein nice and lettin 'em have their money back.” Most people who knew what Rogue's powers entailed would be hesitant to let the Southern Belle rest so close to them, but after months of getting to know her, Gambit trusted that she could take proper care. After all... she was the one with the ability; years of growing up with a curse like that tended to create certain habits that didn't just stop overnight. He looked to his left where he had spotted Saint just moments ago talking to a security guard, having a hard time keeping his face from showing his discomfort at the image. This was why he preferred to work alone; no matter how well you knew them, people could be unpredictable and do things you didn't expect – Gambit preferred to not have to depend on others for something like this. However, this wasn't someone's house or a local office building... this was a fucking casino. Unless you were in Zurich, banks were easier to rob. Catching Saint's eye, he received a nod from the Acolyte, letting him know he was ready whenever they were. Remy looked back toward his table just in time to see the dealer laying down the first two cards to the players on his left. He slid his chips out of the box and placed a hand on his spot on the table to indicate that he was out, “How's 'bout we find somethin more fun to do, petite. Blackjack's gettin old.” He slid out of his seat as he flashed Rogue a mischievous grin as he grabbed his coat, reaching in his pocket for something that looked just like the remote to a car; in reality, it was the controls to three sets of communicators. He flipped the switch to turn all three of them on, waiting till now because of the limited supply of power they had... only a couple of hours at the most. Unlike some of the older covert communicators, these new ones that Remy had picked up from one of his Thieve's Guild buddies in Jersey stuck behind the ear, powerful enough to make out what someone said while looking like a small piece of microfilm. A similar device used for speaking was placed in the mouth between the inside of cheek and the lower cums. Only about an inch long and a quarter inch wide, one could almost forget it was even there. throwing it over his shoulder as he held out his arm for her to grab as he walked away from the table. “Now's about as good a time as any,” Remy said quietly as he looked around the room acting like he was looking for a more interesting casino game. “Show's gonna start in a few minute, so security's attention's gonna be about as thin as it's gonna get for the next quarter hour. Rogue... we need them back room floor plans so we know where we're goin. Saint, you got us a way through de “employees only” door?” His grin growing slightly bigger, he afforded a slight glance at the Acolyte, “You could still go and catch Celine Dion while we earn the bread and butter. I hear she puts on quite a show.” |
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| Rogue | Dec 12 2008, 08:11 PM Post #5 |
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Rogue laughed at his words, she hoped he just wasn't letting everyone win, because that could be just as suspicious as winning every game. Although at the same time there were probably a few people at the table who didn't care whether someone was letting them win or not just as long as they got some money in the end. There weren't a whole lot of people who she would even chance resting so close to, but she and Gambit had been getting to know each quite a lot of the past few months, so she figured if she was going to lean against someone it might as well be him. And besides, part of her was hoping that if it looked like she was actually here with another man that it would be a bit less likely for some other guy to come over and hit on her. She scanned the large room quickly and also managed to spot Saint. It really depended on the situation whether Rogue preferred to work on her own or not, there were a few instances where she might not mind working by herself, but she usually liked to have someone around in case something that hadn't been predicted happened, like if for instance she accidentally held on to one of her victims longer than she had meant to and became overwhelmed by their psyche. She took note of the nod that Saint sent there way and then glanced at Gambit. He moved to stand up and she straightened, then they moved away from the table. She took another quick scan of the room, making it seem like she was looking for another casino game to catch her eye. “What about over there?” She asked, indicating a random table, she figured she'd at least try to make it look they were here to enjoy the casino and not here with some ulterior motive. She waited as Gambit pulled out the controller for their communicators, switched them on and then threw his coat over his shoulder. She took his offered arm and they walked away from the table. Rogue nodded in response to Gambit's words, also still making it look as if she was looking for something more interesting to try out, while still making sure to keep an eye out for Saint. She nodded again when he told her what she needed to do, “Okay, ah can do that, jus' need t'find me one of the more...simple lookin' guards.” She replied, her honeyed voice not much louder than a whisper, so no one around them would be able to hear them. Her emerald gaze drifted around the casino, until she spotted just the sort of guard she was looking for. She smirked and then took off her gloves, for a moment wondering where she could possibly put them, since she didn't have any pockets. After a moment she just very, very carefully handed them to Gambit, took a deep breath and then sauntered over to her guard, a distinctly hip-swaying motion to her walk. |
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| Saint | Dec 13 2008, 12:58 AM Post #6 |
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It wasn't long before Saint got a response. The small transmitter crackled into life, passing the sound of the cajun mutants vouce directly into his ear. Probably the first time that Saint had ever had one of these, so today was a good day for trying something new. Hopefully that wouldn't include skydiving off the roof of the casino like they did in that really bad heist movie that he couldn't remember the name of, and didn't particulary care to. No, just focus on the job, get in, get out and leave no trace behind. Saint was sure that he had heard a joke like that before, but he wasn't sure of the punchline. Something about computer hackers or sex, either way it wasn't that funny. But anyways, time to focus on what was at hand. "Celine Dion? Who knows, maybe with my luck with music gigs the stage will explode. Besides, I heard that the track record of actually stealing from this place is low, so your going to need all the help that you can get. Plus, I'm more of a Portishead fan meself" he said quietly, before suddenly realising that he had yet to text or call the guy from that gig. Billy, the cute mutant who stopped him from becoming a ugly pancake on the floor. Maybe he could buy him some dinner with a biyt of the money they will make from this. Walking across the floor, a tall leggy blonde waitress carrying a huge amont of drinks on a single tray steadidly made her way past a few people, only to stumble and nearly fall over, the tray nearly ready to fall. A man grabbed her to stop her from falling and the waitress continued on her path, cursing the heels that came apart so quiclky. She had only brougt them a few months ago. Saint on the other hand wondered how long it would be before she noticed that her swipe card was missing, the one that granted access to the behind the scenes of the casinos running, from food service to accomodation. With the access card, most of these areas were now available to them. Now all they needed was to know where the hell hey were going. "Got an entery card, but we won't have long before she realises that its gone" he said quietly, his lips barely moving as he spoke over the electronic devices. Often the problem where robberies go wrong was in timing, someone always had to get that little bit more than they needed. Kyle just hoped that they would keep it simple and fast tonight, but then again, maybe stealing as much from this place, filled with disgust enducing humans would be a good deed. After all, it wasn't every day that you get to rob a casino. |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Dec 15 2008, 09:03 PM Post #7 |
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“Whatever melts your butter,” Gambit replied in a gravelly voice at the end of Saint's little rant about his luck at concerts and his taste in music. He hoped that the kid had enjoyed himself before, because playtime was over – the real work began. Remy was finally in his element... doing the thing he had been born and bred to do – take arrogant people's money, and he was grateful that Magneto had given him these opportunities. His arm had been almost literally twisted into participating in Wolf's head; it had been a barbaric display of cruelty and callousness that Gambit really didn't have the mindset for. Despite actually getting off that island without killing one single person, he still felt dirty after having to watch all those souls die. Had he continued to be coerced into doing things like that, he didn't think he'd be able to continue in the Brotherhood. He also wasn't used to working with so much extraordinary talent; jobs usually took a lot of time to plan and execute... sometimes taking several months, but having someone who could siphon information and abilities directly from people's heads and another who could make most people do his bidding made the game much easier to play. Remy almost didn't like it... felt too much like cheating, but he'd likely be singing a different tune when he was spending his small cut for putting this job together. Small cut indeed... two percent of sixty-eight million dollars was still a shitload of money; he was still wondering how the hell they were going to secret it out of the fucking casino without attracting a lot of attention. Unfortunately, Magneto wouldn't share that minor detail. His thoughts were cut off by the feeling of Rogue's arm slipping from his, pulling his attention to the souther belle just in time to see her hand him her discarded gloves. Gambit quietly hoped that she'd chosen her mark well, but he wasn't going to call attention to her by sticking around and watching her backside; he continued walking as he placed the gloves in one of his pockets. Passing one of the craps tables, he slipped a glowing fuchsia poker chip into the pocket of one of the players. Unfortunately, he was about to have a really bad night. "Got an entry card, but we won't have long before she realizes that its gone,” Saint's voice suddenly chirped into his earpiece. Remy already had his attention directed toward where he had heard the jarring of dishes and a few gasps from casino guests as a blonde stumbled and nearly lost her full tray of appetizers and drinks. “Guessin you snagged it off dat blonde. If dat's the case, I reckon we got between three to six minutes before she calls it in. Dat's how long we got to get through the door before they cancel out de card,” Gambit muttered as he headed toward the direction of the restrooms. An employee only entryway was close by with one security guard beside it. “There by the bathrooms... dat's where we goin in. Meet me in the restroom, English, and tell dat guard that he needs to go for a nice long pee while you're at it. We'll wait for Rogue there.” There were camera's all around the area, and the last thing they needed to see were two casino-goers hanging around an unguarded door. Reaching the bathroom he gave the guard a curt nod as he swung just inside the door and awaited Saint to follow his instructions. “You both got about one minute to get over here.” |
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| Rogue | Dec 15 2008, 10:21 PM Post #8 |
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Rogue had to be very careful while she was making her way over the guard, since she was minus a pair of gloves, so there was the chance that she would accidentally brush her hand up against someone. This wasn't the first time she had been asked to come along on a mission to gather information using her powers, that seemed like all she was useful half the time, and though she didn't like it, she wasn't going to complain. She might as well be useful for something. She managed to avoid walking too close to most people as she walked over to the guard, and also since he was relatively close to where she and Gambit had been previously standing she got over to him within a short amount of time. The guard didn't notice her at first, but as she moved in front of him, she was able to easily catch his eye. “'Scuse me,” she began, giving him her most beautiful smile, “Ah came here with a friend, but now I can't find her, could you tell me if you've seen her?” She asked him, and then followed her question with a generic description of another attractive young woman. At first the guard looked at her kind of skeptically, which worried her, perhaps she had ended up finding one of the more intelligent guards? But after a moment, he gave her a distinctively appreciative once over and nodded in the general direction of where he had last seen a woman of the description she had given him. Rogue scanned the area a moment, making sure there was no one obviously looking in her direction, there wasn't. Most of the other people in the casino were distracted by their games or duties. She let out a soft sigh of relief and smiled back at the guard, taking up one of his hands in her own in an expression of thanks, “Thank you so much, you're too kind.” She managed to say, and then a split second later her mind was filled with the thoughts and memories of the guard. She really hoped she had managed to find a guard that did in fact have a plan for the back rooms, fortunately for her and her other team mates she had. She barely managed to overcome the initial disorientation she got from using her powers, before she heard Gambit's voice in her ear, saying she had about a minute to get over to their rendezvous point. She looked around quickly, then she checked on her guard just as quickly, making sure that it wasn't too obvious what happened to him. She grabbed a drink off the tray of a waiter who had just passed her and set it on the ground. She kicked it over before making her way carefully through the crowd until she found her team mates. “Got the plans.” She told Gambit, once she had arrived at the place he had indicated over their communicators. “An' if you don't mind could ah have my gloves back, so ah don't accident'ly touch one of you guys.” She added, reaching a slender hand out. |
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| Saint | Dec 15 2008, 11:05 PM Post #9 |
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Subconciously giving a nod of his head in agreement to Gambit's orders, Saint knew that he would have to be quick in order to make the time limit. Despite the fact that they were mutants, none of them had powers that could directly get to the money. If Amelia had been the stealing type, they could of used her to get the money in and out almost instantly. Hell, even with a phaser or someone who could manipulate the earth, they could of achieved this with ease. But the issue with that was then they would of known that it was a mutant stealing the money and then everything would be a hell of a lot worse for mutants who went to gamble. Not that they should lose their money to the saps, but the money should be kept for mutants and mutants only. But now he had his orders to do, even if they were from Gambit. Kyle never had an urge to lead, he was sure that he could yet he was more of a right hand man position. If you had his respect and loyalty, Saint would do pretty much anything for you, from killing to cooking. Not that he was a good cook or anything, but the message was still there. However, this was for the good of the Brotherhood and Gambit was in charge and so Saint would follow his orders without question until something happens that may jepordise the mission that they were on. Funds were important to feed, clothe, arm and train the growing group of supremists, so they needed to pull it off. In addition, it was like Oceans Eleven and even though it was a cheesy film, it was damn cool when Saint had seen it. "See you in there" he whispered back over the communicators. He never thought he would hear Gambit ask to see him in the toilets, but the situation made it a little less unnerving to him as he made his way. Walking over to the bathroom which had the guard by, Saint knew that he had to get the door clear. A minute would not be long to decent hypnotism job, but Saint only needed to get the guy into the bathroom for a pee. That was easy enough, and with the card key in addition to the floor plans that he hoped that Rogue was getting, they should be able to accomplish their goal. With the thought of how to get the money out, Saint didn't think about it. Easier to let Gambit deal with that or improvise when they came to it. Walking over to the guard, Saint fixed him with a glare, waiting till the mans eyes met his. Without missing a beat, Saint quietly said in a few short words that the man needed to empty his bladder immediatly as he walked past. Rogue had just entered the toilets and Saint caught the door as it swung back, holding it open for him as he walked in. He looked at the others and silently counted to three in his head. Right on cue the guard entered, quickly heading to the urinals, almost oblivious to their prescence. "We good to go?" |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Dec 16 2008, 01:57 PM Post #10 |
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Remy fished out the gloves and handed them to Rogue, throwing a grin her way at a job well done. It was strange to see her in the boy's bathroom; fortunately, there save a very distracted security guard, but even if some wayward gambler entered the restroom, he was pretty sure Saint would intercept him before he raised an alarm at the female where she didn't belong. He hoped she didn't feel comfortable, but waiting in the men's room was better than attracting attention by having three unauthorized people just standing around in front of a door that lead to a secure area. After all... there were cameras everywhere, which is why Gambit was waiting for his little distracition. "We good to go?" Gambit cut the Acolyte a sidelong glance before looking down at the watch wrapped around his wrist. Then he looked up at the ceiling, appearing to mouth a countdown as he left Saint's inquiry hanging in the air. “Three... two... one...” Remy cocked his head slightly to the side and awaited the uproar he expected; he wasn't disappointed. Moments after he chanted the final digit, there was a loud pop accompanied by several screams and many more gasps as the patrons began to crane their necks to see what the commotion was. “Let's go.” Remy jerked his head as he threw open the bathroom door and held it open for Saint to go through first, seeing as he had the card. His crimson eyes scanned the crowd briefly and he gave a slightly satisfied smile at the affect his little diversion had. The unfortunate casino guest would probably have to go to the hospital for some burns and he'd need a new suit, but that was probably it. More than likely the security that seemed to be appearing out of thin air would chalk it up to a random cell phone combustion... those things happened, after all. Following on Saint's heals, Remy snatched the secure door, waving a hand toward the secure section as he caught Rogue's gaze, “Ladies first.” Aside from his southern manners, it made more sense for Rogue to take the lead at this point... she knew where she was going. As soon as the door clicked shut on the Cajun's heals he inquired, “Where's de good stuff?” |
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| Rogue | Dec 16 2008, 09:15 PM Post #11 |
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Rogue carefully took back her gloves from Gambit and slipped them back on over her hands. She returned his grin and scanned the room with a critical eye at her surroundings. Yes, she was in the men's washroom, but she wasn't really that uncomfortable and she figured it was best not to complain, and besides waiting in here for a few moments would probably be less obvious then some of the other places they could have waited. The washroom was cleaner than she thought it would be, but then this was a pretty high class place, so it probably had to be clean. She hoped that no unsuspecting men decided to wander in at the wrong moment and find a woman in the washroom, but at the same time she figured one of them would intercept him before he started asking questions. She quirked an thin, dark brow at Gambit's countdown, apparently he was waiting for something. And once she heard the loud pop, followed by those screams she had a pretty good idea of what he had been waiting for. She smirked at him, it was a good idea. She waited for their next instructions as they went through the secure door. She nodded as Gambit caught her gaze and went through the door. She silently hoped that the shoes she had possibly stupidly decided to wear didn't make too much noise against whatever the floor was made of. Rogue took a moment to recall the plans she had gotten from the guard, so she could give them a good direction to head in. Her emerald gaze scanned the secured area, until she found the place she was looking for. “The safes are through a door down this way.” She replied indicating a hallway to the left. |
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| Saint | Dec 17 2008, 06:20 PM Post #12 |
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Standing in the bathroom, surrounded by the sterile looking walls and an overweight guard relieving himself was not how Saint had imagined the robbery of the casino to begin. He knew that Gambit had something planned for them to do, some sort of distraction but he didn't know what it was, nor was that fussed. As long as it aided their goals, he was fine with whatever steps the cajun took, in reason of course. Killing all the humans inside would of been Saint's favourite technique of a clearing the hotel, but that would of been too attention drawing and would of jepordised what they were trying to accomplish. Looking around at the three people in the room with himself, Saint tried to think of what would happen when suddenly a large commontion could be heard outside the door. Gambit gave the word for them to procedd and held the door open and the British acolyte slipped through, quickly making his way over to the security door. Looking over to his side as he moved, Saint saw a large group of people starting to gather to look at what had happened, like a crowd of cattle, or motorists driving by an accident slowly so they could see. The human mind had a fascination in the suffering of others, no matter how much people would deny it, a tiny part of them took a perverse thrill in pain. Saint certainly knew he did, so why deny it to yourself? Holding the recently pilfered security card in his hand, he slided it quickly through the machine by the door, a quick beep and the small light turning from a dark red to a vibrant electronic green, thus alerting the mutants to the door becoming unlocked. Grasping the handle with his hand, Saint pulled the heavy door open for himself and his team-mates as they made their way into the employees only section of the casino. This would be where they would find the large amount of money that they needed to get. However, now it would be all up to the southern girl with that white streak to find the way to the cash. Kyle hung back out of the way as soon as he made into the corridor, knowing that their time would be short. The money would be in a safe of some kind, he was guessing. That could range from anything from a combination to fingerprint ids. Although they could just skip all of that and blast the doors open if needs be. However, Saint didn't think that was such a good idea. Maybe he could cut it, depending on its thickness. He could carve his way through rock if he had enough time, so a safe may be the same idea. Hopefully that would be a last resort though. |
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| Gambit(Matt) | Dec 19 2008, 03:27 PM Post #13 |
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“The safes are through a door down this way.” Gambit looked down the hallway where his teammate had indicated, his strange eyes narrowing in concern. The corridor was completely deserted... the place almost felt like a funeral home at eleven in the morning. He had expected there to be some employees with surprised looks on their faces to see three well-dressed guests on the other side; surely robbing the Borgata wasn't as easy as a little sleight-of-hand and a few mutant tricks. Without waiting more than a few seconds, Gambit began walking down the corridor Rogue had indicated, wary for anything out of the ordinary. Was it possible that in this post 9/11 world, everyone had overreacted to the little explosion and had completely cleared out the building? Shouldn't there be alarms annoying the crap out of them, if that was the case? He finally looked over his shoulder at his two fellow thieves, “Dis is all wrong. Don't know what it is, but somethin don't feel right.” He looked back in front of him as he began moving once more, ready to spring at any given moment, a couple of playing cards already drawn; all of that southern charm radiating off him was gone, replaced with the mannerisms of a man who wanted to get down to business, but could sense trouble. Halfway down the corridor, his suspicions were confirmed as the sound of a door being forced open rang through the bare walls of the casino's labyrinth. “Manual lockdown on the safe room! You two, go see what's up in the security room. See if you can't help them get back online! I want to know what's going on in my casino, people!” Two men flickered past the other end of the corridor, appearing from one corner to only disappear behind the other, obviously headed some direction away from the mutants, but just when Gambit didn't think they were ok, three men appeared from the same direction of the first two, but instead of running by, they rounded the corner to face the thieves. Grinding to a sudden halt, it took them a couple of seconds to realize who was standing in front of them. They immediately drew their firearms, but Gambit was already prepared. Flinging three cards – one at each of the men, he managed to hit one of them, the explosion, sending him flying back into a second one. However, the other two missed their marks and finally blew up against the wall, sending chunks of mortar raining on the tile floors. The man left standing peered over his arm that he had used to shield his eyes and squeezed off several rounds at the three. |
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| Rogue | Jan 1 2009, 05:53 PM Post #14 |
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Rogue was beginning to worry about the apparent emptiness of the hallway they had just walked into as well, so keeping her guard up she glanced behind her at her fellow thieves. She wasn't a telepath, so she was unable to tell if they were worried themselves or not. She kept on moving despite her worries, figuring that they would probably be even worse off if they paused for anything. Her emerald green gaze kept scanning the corridor checking for any sign of unwanted company. They managed to get about halfway down the corridor before any worries they had were confirmed. She heard the sound of a man's voice shouting out orders, from the sound of it wouldn't be too far off to assume he was the owner of the casino and he wasn't particularly happy about the potential robbery of it. Well shit... She thought, and before she could think of something to do or look to Gambit for any idea of what to do there was the sound of booted footsteps coming towards them, followed by the appearance of three security guards stopping right in front of them. They drew their fire arms, but fortunately Gambit managed to momentarily take two of them out of a fight with an exploding card. Unfortunately the third one had managed to avoid any damage except perhaps being temporarily blinded. He also apparently managed to get off a few gunshots. Rogue somehow managed to avoid getting hit by a bullet, but just barely, at least one grazed the side of her head, but didn't hit. She personally didn't want to chance getting hit, so she moved as much out of the way as she could, but now she figured she should probably think of something really quick to do before one of the other two men recovered or the third one decided to shoot at them again. She ended up deciding that she may have to run towards the enemy and may have to let herself be taken as a hostage or some such thing, so she could get close to at least one of the guards. She pulled off her gloves while the guard wasn't looking at her in particular and let them fall to the ground. She took off at a run, being very careful to at least try to avoid the gunshots. As she had hoped when the man saw her he assumed she was trying to escape and grabbed her by the arm, unfortunately for him, but probably fortunately for them he had to stop shooting to hold her back. And when he holstered his gun to keep her from moving her arms or using her hands his palm brushed against her wrist, both of which were exposed. He should have been wearing gloves. The man dropped to the ground unconscious and Rogue turned to face her male compatriots. “You men always have t'blow somethin' up don't you?” She asked, a slight hint of humor in her voice, “It's never th'easy way with you is it?” She made sure to keep her voice quiet and moved to pick up one of the fallen guard's guns. She actually knew how to use one now after her skin brushed against the guard. Once she stood up she took another quick scan of the area before deciding what to do next. |
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| Saint | Jan 2 2009, 12:27 AM Post #15 |
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Saint followed the two americans down the corridor, following Rogue's example as the path to travel to get to where the money was. Their temporary leader voiced some concerns as they made a relatively safe journey down the corridor, but these were almost immediatly answered as a agitated voice echoed down the halls about the systems. Must be the manager of the casino, but from what he said, it didn't sound like they were the trouble. Something had crashed in the security room, meaning that there was a good chance that their whereabouts and mission was unknown of. That only meant good news for them as they seemed to be right on target until some security goons, obviously in a panic almost ran into them. Oh crap ran a single thought through Saint's mind. Raising his hand when he saw them, Gambit beat him to the punch with several well placed cards. Unforunatly, the last man had survived and fired at them. The first few rounds went wild, striking the walls around the trio, Saint instantanelously flinching and hesitating in throwing his blade. Too slow yet again, as Rogue managed to knock the guard out while he was unfocused. Stupid boy, his mind ranted at him. A mistake like hesitating out of panic could cost a life, something that his namesake had taught him long ago. He needed focus, to stay on target and use his brains. Assessing the situation in mind, he realised that altough they were safe now, almost all of the security would of heard the gunshots and the explosions and be on their way. They may be outnumbered, but the Brotherhood were never outgunned. "We need to move fast, cause if they didn't know we were here before, all that noise means that they will be on us fast. Rogue, which way now?" the British acolyte said, his mind worried over getting caught again. He didn't mind facing down some guards, but last time he checked, he certainly wasn't bulletproof. Well, he hadn't actually checked, but Saint was sure that he wasn't and the idea of testing it out was that appealing to him. The matter was that they needed to move fast now or the phrase "Get Rich or Die Trying" was gonna be a lot more apt for them than Saint would like it to be. |
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