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I don’t want to care where you are or what you do. Whether you leave or not, do whatever you want.
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››› Sera sat quietly for the entirety of the ride. She stared out the window and only looked down when she got a text from Ty saying he made it back to the bar safely. She let a small smile caress her face before she turned her attention back to the scenery passing her by.
When they arrived, she exited the car and went to where Miku had dropped her bag on the side walk. She stood for a moment before grabbing it and carrying it up the walk behind Julie and Miku. She didn’t feel like being social at the moment so after entering the house, she searched for a room to put her bag in. She found one what a mattress on the floor and set her bag next to it. She let out a sigh before heading to where the rest of them were. She pulled out her phone on the way and texted Ty saying she was safe and telling him not to worry and that she’d be back to work when it was safe. She put her phone up as she walked down the stairs and saw Fi sitting on the couch. She was so out of it that she didn’t even see his wall art. ‘So, he’s out now…’ Sera let another sigh escape her lips before quietly finding a place to plant herself on the floor. She leaned back onto the wall and listened to what was going on around her. She watched in amusement as Fi and Julie butted heads. She remained in quiet in the background and waited for any reports from Ezra or Sarah on what was going on at the penthouse. She was worried about what was going to happen to Eli’s and Channie’s bodies. ‹‹‹
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You may think I’ll be crying here where you left me, but I’m alright because it won't happen again.♫

›››Where: Sarah's Safe House
›››Nearby: Who's left of the Lights
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OOC: ugh, sorry again... But hey, I posted again! Hopefully it won't be so long before I post again!

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                                    Lexie snickered to herself. There was no need to answer Fi's question out loud; if he was worth her time, he'd know what she meant. Surely it'd been a while for him, considering the boy was just released from prison. And admittedly, it'd been a while for her as well. But now was hardly the time for such things. There were far more pressing matters at hand, and even Lexie had to admit now wasn't the time for fooling around of any kind.

                                    The redheaded woman from earlier entered the room with the doctor. Lexie did her best to pretend not to notice her, but she still thought the lady's actions earlier were laughable at best. Vince gets offed and suddenly this chick no one knows shows up acting like she's in charge. Lexie had yet to even learn this person's name, and frankly, Lexie didn't care if Vince had intended to personally appoint her leader. Lexie didn't respect Vince because he was "leader of the Black Lights". She respected him because he was Vince. He earned her respect, and Lexie's respect is not easily earned.

                                    Ezra bounced in, a greeting directed at the ladies in the room. That excluded Fi, but of course, Ezra wouldn't know Fi. The kid was so new that Lexie had just gotten around to learning his name herself. Fi guessed out loud that Ezra was their newest member, and as if to confirm his assumption, Lexie greeted him with a "Yo, New Kid! Glad ya made it!"

                                    With the gang all here, Sarah rose from her seat. Lexie trained her focus on her as she spoke. She announced that she'd contacted the families of the day's casualties--including the Lies'. Something about that didn't sit right with her, but she had to admit that even though it seemed they were doing the enemy a kindness, it was actually just the decent thing to do. Lexie actually laughed out loud when Sarah referred to that woman as "the new boss". Sarah was clearly not happy with the arrangement, either, but she also didn't seem to be up in arms about it, much to Lexie's dismay. In fact, Lexie couldn't help but think how much she'd prefer if Sarah took Vince's place instead.

                                    But Fi was up in arms. And Lexie couldn't bring herself to disapprove of his outburst considering she'd have likely reacted the same way if she didn't find the whole prospect too ridiculous to possibly go through. After all, they were all in the same boat. None of them knew her. The very idea that the gang would respect someone like that as their new leader was nothing short of absurd.

                                    The redheaded woman, however, seemed completely serious, which Lexie scoffed at. She handled Fi's outburst coolly, and finally gave them some information about her. Evidently, her name was Juliet. She assured Fi that no one else in the room knew her, and that they probably disliked and distrusted her as much as he did--Well, at least she'd gotten that much right!

                                    "Juliet" headed for the wall of weapons and Lexie prepared to jump to her feet. However, she turned around holding a dagger with the handle turned out. Lexie relaxed slightly, but eyed her suspiciously. Fi seemed to back down when she gave him the offer to wound her.

                                    "Now hold up!" Lexie called, rising to her feet, "You're not serious, are you!? All of you! You've gotta be kidding, right!?"

                                    Lexie cut across to the Juliet, arms crossed. She spoke to her condescendingly, leaning forward, "You don't actually believe a cheap ploy like that is gonna earn you trust or respect from anyone, do you!? Look, you can't prove that Vince had 'hand selected you as his replacement' or whatever bullshit, and frankly, princess, I don't give a s**t if he DID!"

                                    "And you!" she directed her shouting on her fellow Lights, "In case you all forgot, this stranger showed up out of nowhere today at what was supposed to a be a secret meeting! And what happened!? We were assaulted! We lost some close allies, including our leader. This woman should be our first suspect not an honored guest!"

                                    Her arms dropped to her sided and she lowered her voice, "I mean, no one's actually going to let this happen. It's a sick joke, right!?


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Rue hated seeing the woman close herself, build herself up so she could grieve later in peace. Rue did it to herself and it so pained her to see someone else do it too, she felt terrible that she was one of the one's that put Lyra into this state but she kept herself from expressing any concern. Every time Lyra's expression would go a little vague Rue would squeeze their linked fingers giving the only comfort she knew she could get away with. The corner of her lip quirked up at Lyra's immediate response and acceptance of her new role within the gang.
”Good, I was hoping it would achieve something.”
Rue took the keys from the tattoo'd drug dealer and slid them into the lock, she jiggled them about until the sound of the deadbolt locking into place reached her ears. A safe house sounded like a heavenly symphony to her ears. Safe house meant weapons possibly a few stashed away tablets? Ducking around the side of the house Rue followed Lyra to the old school pick up truck and despite the obvious urgency in Ellie's texts Rue took a moment to wander a complete circle around the truck appreciating it for what t was worth. Rue was an evaluator after all, knowing the value of such things is how she made her living before gang life on top of all that Azai had trained a healthy respect for auto mobiles into her over the years she has spent with him. Slipping into the passenger seat Rue sent Lyra a look saying she loved the woman's vehicle preferences. Rue chuckled over the woman's tone but slipped her phone from her pocket and obliged her commands.

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To: White Lies + Cole
From: A Brilliant Thief
Message: Lyra and I are on our way to rendezvous.
Stopping for a few 'items' we may need.


She would save the threats till later. If Ellie was already on her 'mission' getting a text or a call could give away her position. The thief knew from experience how difficult it could be to juggle all the new noises from technology while trying to hide in some ones walls. If they all managed to get both Ellie and Isaac out of whatever situation they are in then the yelling, threats, and anything else may commence, but only after everyone was safe. They pulled up to the safe house and Rue stayed in the truck while Lyra hopped out and took care of business. Her fingers slid over the touch screen on her phone, enlarging and moving around the images the Ellie had texted her before going dark. As far as surveillance graphic's go the girl could use some practice, maybe a lesson or two on what information actually needed to be gathered before a file could be made but what she had would have to do. Plus google maps did wonders for filling in the blanks and the internet also helped with blueprints and diagrams of the location that Ellie's pictures would never give her. A plan was just beginning to form in the thief's mind as Lyra slid back into the drivers seat. Her comment caused a sad sounding chuckle to escape from Rue's throat because it had sounded like something Jay would have said. Clearing her throat and shaking off the familiarity Rue focused again.
"I think I may see a way in, I have the plans but still dunno what's inside, or how messy this is. I don't want any more causalities on our side today. With our second gone and our first in trouble I am just kind of winging it all"
She sighed and ran her fingers through her ponytail again, removing more strands and wincing when she brushed against the wound on her forehead.

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Alex was getting anxious. He hated waiting around especially for a little girl. There was something about waiting at home when he could have a brew, watch the game, remember how alone he was. But now he was stuck doing this, waiting, at work where he stood in a single spot. While the gun rested at the side of his chest, he kept a hand around the trigger for quick reactions speeds if the time requires it. Nothing was going to happen though... seriously though. It had been a while since it had. He did have to admit, he was really starting to get good at memorizing the look of the building across from them. If he ever got lost, he knew what to look for.

With a heavy sigh, Alex looked up to the sky for a second. The sky seemed to calm him which was a little surprising for how hardened he was. It was welcomed though. He felt relaxed, tranquil. That is, until Tucker sneezed which drew Alex's attention toward the man. With a roll of his eyes, he gave the other guy a hefty punch to the shoulder. "You're lucky I like you..." he said while Tucker gave him a dirty look. He was pretty mean to the kid sometimes. Eh, he needed to be tough.Their antics slowly drew to a close however when a small, fragile girl had approached the warehouse. At first, Alex's hand tightened around his weapon, a precaution but he knew that this was probably just the girl. It was confirmed as she spoke. "Bout time..." Alex said with no effort to hid his annoyance. "Come on." With that, he guided the girl back to Raven and Isaac.

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~Isaac Hilyer Anderson~
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The ware on Isaac was taking a toll. His mental capabilities were failing on his as his mind fell away from planning, attempts to try and escape. Instead, his focus was drawn to every little noise that could he heard. From the tapping of feet or the clunk of the heater unit turning on. Even the cars outside he could start to hear. It was as if he was becoming super natural in the hearing area. Fortunately for him, his strength was still there. As a matter of fact, the pain that made its home in his gut was subsiding... fading to nothing. This only drew to the idea, the instant he got out of this, he had every intention of retaliation. If he was even given the chance. Right now, he was still bound while they waited tirelessly.

Footsteps. More this time. A pair more. No... Elis was here. Isaac closed his eyes tightly in an attempt to refocus his mind. He needed to be aware... he needed to be careful. This is when everything mattered the most. When he saw her though, it was almost instantly. His mind broke the wall it had created and everything was clear. The real test was if he still had enough reason not to try and kill them all on the spot... it wouldn't turn out well if it did. "Elizabeth..." he spoke finally, his voice was dry and crackled. It had also been the first time, in such a long time, he had used her full name. He was just happy to see her... it could might as well be the last time he could see her beautiful face.

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~Ezra Willard Robinson~
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It was really this moment where he felt out of place. He was in a place that he had never been, walls covered in weapons and broken down. Those who were already here knew everyone already and it seemed like he was the only one. There was a guy here that he didn't know, over even seen before. There was a strange cord that was plucked when he saw him however... He acted as if he owned the place. And he might have, but Ezra didn't know, and wasn't all that excited to find out. It was probably going to be saved for another time because Sarah had then called him over. It did not look encouraging however. He didn't know her very long, but he knew that if any girl gave you that look, you were in trouble.

That being said, it really wasn't all that scary. All she had for him was a request...er... demand more or less but he definitely wasn't in trouble. He was to man the computer and learn what was going on with the police. "I can definitely do that!" he said as he put his fingers to his head and gave a salute. Ezra headed to the computer that was incredibly high tech, but before he made it there, Lexie had called out to him. He stopped and turned around and raised a hand. ''Eyo!" he said before he smirked, then turned his attention back to the device.

Okay, check in with the police. What was going on at Ezra's art piece. Nothing good he assumed. Luckily for Sarah, Ezra knew how to sneak his way into the governments system. Pretty simple really. Get onto the website, this time its the city's police department. Next, mess with the firewall a little bit. Easy stuff. Before long, he had full access to all of the files, even the one being edited at the very moment. Building terrorism.. Woah...big word for what he did... With a gentle shrug, he blew it off and walked over to Sarah's curtain, but stayed outside. "All units in route. Fire Department is already there investigating and managing the fire." He paused for a second then laughed. "They called me a terrorist."

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Miku gave a smile to his comment on insanity, she lifted a finger and screwed it into her temple then replied.
”Only some of the time”
She heard Lexie mumble something but what the blond said eluded her, it didn't matter though, the tone was clear. However, Miku didn't really care who liked her or not, her job wasn't to be liked after all, this was a gang. A gang in which Miku herself was second in command so it didn't matter what comment Lexie shot out under her breath the girl would still have to listen to Miku or out on her bum she would go. Juliet found her way into their little room about then and Miku offered up a friendly smile as she slowly made her way over to Sarah. Before she managed to get a glimpse of the computer screens Ezra also found his way into the underground hang out room with Sera following shortly after. Once again Miku offered up a friendly smile then turned back to Sarah just as the woman stood up and practically did Miku's job for her then stormed off behind a curtained off room. Fi's questions an attitude were what caught her attention next so she didn't follow Sarah even though she would have liked too.

Vince had been afraid of outbursts like Fi's, it's why he had planned to include Juliet in things by stages, but in Fi's case it didn't much matter. The kid had been out of the loop so long anyways. What did he think the world just froze because he go put behind bars. She was just about to voice introductions and tell Fi to cram it when Juliet came to her own defense. The red head had more elegance in her pinky then Miku thought she had in her whole body and that included Jesters finesse with blood. She spoke more eloquently then Miku would have and a hell of a lot quieter then she would have, but then Juliet wanted respect and Miku's way might not have gained the woman that. Either way Fi backed down rather quickly which also managed to surprise the second in command. From what little she remembered of Fi he wasn't usually so easy to please.

However, it turned out Fi wasn't the one they should have been worried about. Under her breath speaker finally decided she had enough guts to voice her own disputes. Jester stirred inside Miku making her smirk a little more on the evil side then the amused end of things. Jester also supplied a sharp almost dangerous edge to Miku's usual cotton candy voice.

”Are you quite done Lexie? Or would you rather bury yourself further?”
Miku wasn't even looking at the blond, in fact she was inspecting her chewed on nails for any signs that her self made manicure could once again be applied after this whole business was done and over with.
”As you said, you don't care, but you asked so I'll answer. Juliet can prove she was hand selected interviewed and trained on the business end of every single business, corporation or side mission our gang is currently running and have previously run.”
Miku switched to inspecting her other hand now her tone becoming more flippant but not any louder.
” But of course since this doesn't qualify her for her position maybe you'd like to offer up what ever it is that you were trained to do? Oh, yes,as a scout you job description is to scurry around and collect information to bring to your superiors not create your own half witted opinions. “
As she got a little more personal Miku brought her brilliant blue gaze up to match Lexie's own brilliant eyes.
”Please, don't be so naive. Today may have been the first time many of you got the chance to meet Juliet but she hasn't just appeared nor is she a stranger. She is.....Was. A good and close friend of Vince's and if he didn't deem you important enough to meet Juliet before now, well, that's not her fault nor mine.”
Everyone well knew that Vince did nothing without Miku's knowing of it, he didn't even go out on dinner dates without Miku making the appointment for him. She may never be as close with Juliet as she had been with Vince and that made her a little sad. Both her and Vince had agreed that with Jester Miku wouldn't be able to manage the gang because the power would cause Jester to go on a slaughtering binge with the result being a pile of dead gang members with their hearts decorating Jester's fridge. None of it mattered anyways. Lexie had a point, despite the way she chose to voice it. It was a secret meeting no one really knew who was going until they had all headed over together so who could have possibly spilled.
”Now instead of pointing fingers and trying to change something you have no control over why not put that mind of yours to actual use and let's figure out who would have wanted Channie and Vince dead, or better yet who had the men and resources in order to infiltrate a penthouse apartment hard wired by one purple haired tech whiz, because unless the Lie's shot their own people, which i doubt they would do, I don't think it was them”
Miku went and sat by Sera, linking her fingers with the messenger, trying to offer up a little comfort in this whole mess. The poor girl still looked like Miku felt, only Miku was learning to plaster a smile on it till later.



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                                      From the apartment to the roads the doctor went with precise movements. He had waited a full hour before relocating to his 66 Chevelle, its matte black color hiding the restoration work that still needed to be done on her almost beautiful body. From the stereo came a soothing sound from an acoustic guitar being strummed by a skilled musician in a rather irregular song that many wouldn't expect this killer version of Cole to be listening to as he turned into the neighborhood that harbored many thug life wanna-be's.

                                      Stopping two blocks away from the building booming with music and crawling with idiotic lifeforms, the man sat there. His hand rested gently on the stick shift, his eyes honed in on the people that he could see from this distance. " Eight, three, four to spare. " The numbers came from the remembrance of how many magazines he had stuffed into their respective holsters. Eight Beretta clips, four for each handgun. Three clips for the MAC-10 which carried enough ammo in them to take a good amount of people down if precision was used. And four for the 1911 that was low in count but high in damage output. Explosives weren't used very often as they had an unexpected detonation rate when shipped from foreign holds so the doctor refused to bring such devices with him to a small clean up.

                                      Exiting the vehicle into the black filled night, Cole proceeded towards the destination, passing by one individual who looked at him with such distaste until they saw what he was going for. " Dead man walking. " Eyes from the house behind them appeared at the screen covered window, tracking each step that the white male took down the sidewalk. The comment was ignored just as were the looks of the group of men that hung outside the home where their cowardice leader stayed. " Hold up fool. " A dark skinned hand was placed on Cole's shoulder and the man pulled him around, a gloved hand meeting that unsuspecting person's face with brute force. And thus began the battle between the angry doctor and some soon to be dead patients of his.

                                        A still elbow to the temple, knee to the gut, backhanding away a punch to deliver one of his own. Ducking beneath a tire iron, swiping away the feet of his attacker, and then pulling on of the Beretta's from their holster to place it swiftly against the head of the last man standing that decided to fight him in hand to hand combat. Cole looked through the scarred man's eyes to the front door of the home, hoping that nobody on the inside heard the commotion outside over the booming music inside. " Tell me. " The sudden words made the dark skinned male in front of him to flinch slightly, " which floor is your little piss ant of a leader on? " Without hesitation to sell out their ally for his own life, the thug complied with a quick, " Second, in the room closest to the window. " Nodding his head at the information Cole looked back at the opponent, " Thank you for your compliance. " Lowering the weapon, he allowed this person to think he was safe, only to have the butt of the gun smack into his left temple with a fierce blow. In result, the receiver fell to the ground with a heavy thud, not making much else of a sound in his state.

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                                        Cole entered the house through the door, all dancing, smoking, drinking, and whatever else these people had been at before his existence arrived ceased. Guns were drawn, knives from several of the, ahem, unable men whose women had mounted them gleamed into sight. " Interesting. " Two people stuck out like a sore thumb to him due to the fact that they had been at his house earlier that evening. The lankier of the two made his way clumsily up the stairs beside him just in time. Without so much as a hesitation for who was int eh room nor his life at this very second, Cole flipped up the jacket he wore, swinging the MAC into his open hand, letting loose on those that couldn't respond quick enough.

                                        Four were surely dead while others were injured before the first clip left the weapon. Cole lurched forward behind a couch to avoid the incoming bullets, plumes of cotton and fabric exploded from the cushioning. During this time of firing from their group, many of the party guests rushed out of exits while the ones that thought they could kill him continued to light up his current cover. Lovely sounds of clicking of empty chambers was the signal for him to stand up, raising both Beretta's before him, not thinking as he shot each target with military trained accuracy. From the branch that he had been enlisted in, down to the men and women he served directly with, handling a pistol was key to his survival so all but one bullet his their marks at center mass. Bodies lay frozen on the ground, Cole dropped the empty magazines down, refilling the guns with fresh ones, doing the same with his automatic as he closed in on the stairs, thankful for doing so as a shotgun blast stopped him short of the first wooden step. " ******** b*****d! " More shots came from above, Cole standing at the bottom with his hands crossed before him while eyes were closed, simply waiting.

                                        Like before, the blind fire ceased due to lack of ammunition in the weapon, the opportunity taken with two steps at a time, a volley of bullets exploding from the MAC-10 into the stupid ones that stood in the hallway. Cole quickly picked up the shotgun, and cocked the mechanism before shooting at the door that opened with armed enemies stepping out. It seemed that for a lousy shot, the previous owner was able to load a shot in the gun before dying. flipping the gun around, he used the handle to his advantage as a bat to uppercut the next person in the hallway that ran out from the rooms. The back flip was a nice addition to the strike but it was quickly sidestepped as a scream came from the last door that was closed upstairs.

                                        " Stay out there ********! " A sigh escaped Cole's lips, " Again with the profanity? " Using the butt again of the shotgun, the man beat open the door, another loud pitched scream came from a nude woman whose front faced him. One lightly tanned forearm was around her throat and the partner of the interrupted sex scene was behind the woman with no intentions of coming out from behind. Cole looked around the room to see what he had to work with as well as stall to keep the woman alive. While the ones downstairs could have lived, they chose to attack him with their hubbies and payed the price. " Who are you and why the hell are you shooting up my place!? " Calmly he walked over to a chair and sat down in it, moving the bra that hung from the arm to the table beside him. " Hmm. " The gun held in their specific person's hand was indeed deadly at this range, at many ranges really, but extremely at the close proximity that he sat in. .45 Governor Revolver, the only reason that Cole was able to tell what model it was is because his father had a thing about Smith & Wesson so his son purchased an earlier model for him on his birthday. .45 caliber bullet would make a decent hole in his body as well as the wall behind him. " I'm here because you though ti was intelligent to send a bunch of your meat heads to the edge of this self proclaimed territory to steal from my house. " A spark in the bare skinned man's eyes and a smirk was all he needed to know to see that he had been told on to this guy about the ordeal earlier.

                                        " So you're the freak with the bean bags? " That smirk turned into a smile as he threw the woman down from the bed, keeping his aim on Cole as he moved to the edge of the bed with the covers still over his body. Cole lifted up the bra to the woman as she sped her way around the room for her clothing, making noise as she ran out of the room and through the bodies downstairs. " So how did you find me huh? " Cole sat there still with no sign of fear from the lethal weapon before him, eyes focusing in on the one holding it. " I have ways of finding scum. " His answer didn't amuse this guy in the slightest, instead infuriating him. " Don't you dare talk down to me like I'm some piece of trash you s**t! " Discarding garb, the guy stepped forward to be sure to place a bullet in Cole's head but the shot of the powerful handgun was diverted by the former solider by hitting the forearm out of the way, pulling one Beretta up right to his face. " Well you won't have to worry about it anymore. "

                                        Four, one and a half, all four. Cole straightened out his jacket as he made his way to his vehicle, slightly surprised that it was still there. The group of eyes that had followed him going in followed him to his matte black ride. These type of outbursts of the good doctor were only acceptable in places like this because no matter what happened, the only way the police would be able to enter is if they were ballsy enough to ride on in to the gang lands. But in Mr. O'Brien's case, it was just simple psychopathic intentions on a very bad night.


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She supposed he had a point.... She had never actually been in his house. Dropped him off sure but never got out of the car or past the threshold of his house. Not that she would want to, she always thought he was the type of guy that would have cadavers shackled in his basement just to calculate how long it takes skin to decompose without the help of worms. Listening to him figure it out the probability of his location mathematically was insanely amusing though and she didn't interrupt him, she just pulled into the correct lane and took all the appropriate turns till she pulled up into the parking spaces in front of his lab building. His confusion over her lab rat comment was also amusing causing her to chuckle as she slid out from behind the wheel of the car and closed the door behind her. She pushed the lock button on the remote until the vehicle beeped to tell her it was locked.

There was indeed a gorilla of a man attending the front door, Trev's smile grew slicker and slicker as she took steps toward him. Men, especially sick and twisted men were a part of her job description but creepers, as she called them, usually paid her for their weird pleasures. This man however wasn't going to pay her anything therefore he became collateral damage to her. Maybe it would have been safer if Auriel had warned the gorilla of Trev instead of the other way around.

”Only five minutes? I thought the standard was seven..”

The man was leering at her now that she was only a few paces away, but he should have really noticed something beside her ample amount of cleavage her tank top so stunningly showed off or her ample amount of leg the skin tight jeans offered up. Her smile was slimier then fish on seaweed.

”I'll be right in Auriel. Don't forget about me K?!”

Trev hung up the phone and sidled her curves on up to the gorilla.

”Why hello there handsome. Mr. Grier forgot to mention just how adorable you are.”

Then man smiled showing her just how many teeth he was missing and just how yellow they could become. Trev got even closer and ran a finger down the mans jaw line, she placed her painted lips next to his ear and purred softly as she explained how seven minutes in heaven actually worked. When the man's hands came up to scoop her a** she pressed a finger to the pressure point on his neck, three seconds later Mr. Gorilla was unconscious at her feet with a bright red lipstick mark on his ear. She patted the man on the head, pulled open the door and wandered through the halls till she found the space Auriel was currently occupying. She flipped her red hair over her shoulder and offered up a friendly smile just as her phone beeped with a message from Rue.

”Looks like everyone is going to beat us. Did you need help carrying anything out?”

She may have made the offer but she didn't actually mean that she would help him. If he replied with a yes she was more likely to take her smelling slats outside and stick him under ugly's nose till he woke up and carried things for the two of them.



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Auriel wasn’t entirely sure when Trevelyn had hung up on him. One moment he was talking to her and the next he was so engrossed with gathering supplies off the shelf that he wouldn’t have noticed even if a brass band had walked into the room and started playing behind him. It was no secret that he tended to get more than a little involved in his work. But when he came back up for air and turned toward the counter, the screen on his phone was dark and ominous. Had he somehow done something to anger the electronic genie that lived inside his mercurial little phone?

When the door opened, he raised his head from the small, reusable grocery bag he’d been packing with potentially lethal chemical weapons and furrowed his brow just in case the waste of human space had decided to pay him another visit. He fiddled with his glasses again and immediately noted that the figure entering was of a completely different size and shape than the man he so loathed. As a result, the tension in the young man’s shoulders loosened and he only took a moment longer to inspect the newcomer before recognition dawned and he returned to his work.

Red. That was one way he told Trevelyn apart from others…though now that Auriel thought about it, if a ton of people with her general hair length and color were around, he might get a little confused. Might because he was sure that her voice and carriage were quite unique. One of the things the scientist would never do was methodically catalog human nature through gestures (aka one of the only ways he could tell people apart), but he was certain that there was something distinct about the way Trevelyn walked and positioned herself in relation to others. He would call it confidence, most likely. She didn’t hold herself back from others, was never afraid to throw herself into dangerous situations (not a rare trait amount gang members, now that he thought about it). Still, she appreciated his work and that made her worth remembering in Auriel’s book.

“You got past him faster than I thought,” Auriel started. He bit his lower lip, irritated, as he couldn’t get the last two narrow boxes of phials to fit right. The bag was askew, with the corners of the packages he’d already put inside pressing through the left side and creating an odd, lumped shape. He hated it when things were uneven. It wasn’t to the point of OCD, but things being uneven was still a pet peeve because it looked sloppy and half-baked.

She mentioned something about them being the last to arrive and then asked if she could carry anything. Auriel shook his head, sending the looser tendrils of golden hair that he’d partially tied back free from their rubber-band prison. “No. I’m fine. Just need to figure out how to get everything into one bag. Sorry to make you late,” The man said this without a hint of remorse in his voice, but the fact that he was apologizing in the first place showed that he gave at least an iota of thought toward the fact that Trevelyn was going out of her way for him. Though her action was probably not generosity but for the sake of saving herself a headache in the end. The last time someone had sent him directions to a meeting place, he’d ended up on the other side of town taking notes on whether or not banana peels worked the same way they did in cartoons (it was part of his short foray into scientific comedy. The Kindergarten teacher whose students had been somewhat willing participants in the experiment was not pleased).

He finally gave up trying to make everything perfect and took out the box that was giving him so much trouble. Auriel made short work of typing in the numeric code to open the lid and he stuffed the clear phials into the inner folds of the coat he planned to wear out in irritation. He hated carrying around poison on his body in case he got stopped, but he would be here all day if he wanted to get the bag right. Though he was terrible at spatial planning, his bizarre genius was evident in how deftly he worked and the sheer volume of things he had come up with in the weeks since he’d last surfaced. Though nothing he ever made was labeled (that he used. He begrudgingly put them on items he gave out to Lies members), he would never forget the composition of something he’d made by hand. Thus, labels and identification markers were completely unnecessary. It also made people paranoid to take any sort of drink or food from him; which was just good fun.

Now that he was done, the young man took off his lab coat and switched it for an army green jacket that was roughly the exact same size and shape as the one he wore when he worked. He was odd like that. He managed an easy, almost adorable smile toward the redhead who had so graciously come to pick him up and briefly held up the bag as though it were the holy grail.

“I think you’ll be pleased to see what I came up with this time. I just hope I get the chance to test it. I’ve left enough food for Strychnine to eat for a few days, so lead on.” He was happy at the outset with the chance to use and test his new experiments, but soon enough he would either be highly distracted or back in his shell. Auriel tended to go a number of different directions when he left his usual, comfortable surroundings and went out into the real world. Something about the faceless masses tended to set him on edge.



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She parked her bottom on the counter and kicked her feet in the open air left between her toes and the floor. She smiled and shrugged dropping her gaze to inspect her nails as she replied.
”He's standard issue male, they generally don't last to long'
Auriel however, was not standard issue. She brought her green eye's up to watch him try and figure out how he was going to package everything up. He only managed to get more attractive as he got more frustrated with his task but he never seemed to notice. That was what she liked about him. Trevelyn had liked Jay because with out fail the man always noted hot she was. Trevelyn liked Auriel for the exact opposite reason, he never noticed and that was also kind of nice. To return the favor Trev tried not notice Auriel's physical features either. Besides it made her feel better about the world if hot guys didn't come with a side dish of crazy. At his apology she lifted a shoulder and dropped it back down, the laziest half shrug a person could manage.
”Nothing starts until I arrive anyways, we have time”
Being late was Trevelyn's norm. Being on time just never provided her with the same opportunity to have all eyes on her when she makes her grand entrances, and Trevelyn was a big fan of anything with the word grand before it.

Treve frowned as Auriel seemed to give up on the bag idea and move on to carrying toxic vials in his coat. She wasn't entirely sure how she felt about that considering she had seen his experiments at work and it never turned out well for the person that got to test em out. Auriel was good at what he did, real good at what he did, she just didn't want to be test subject no matter how accidental her participation might be. However there was no way in hell she was going to freely offer to move those vials around with her own hands to put them in their box so with a shrug she slid off the counter and pulled open the lab door for him then led the way back out to the parking lot.
”Your inventions never cease to amaze me. That lipstick you made me that asphyxiated whomever applied it to their lips was fantastic! b***h had no idea what hit her”
She still had the lipstick tube at her house..... well not since it blew up, but Auriel had only given it to her a few weeks prior and she just remembered she forgot to call and tell him how well it worked. Trev was sure it would be a long while before her street girls come up with the idea of spying on the Lies through her corporation again thanks to Auriel's neat little experiment.

Trev went to go push open the main door of the building only to have it reach the halfway mark and stop. With a tiny frown she squeezed through the open crack and gingerly kicked gorilla man's hand out of the way like she'd catch a disease by the slightest contact with him. Then she held this door open for Auriel too. Normally speaking Trevelyn would have always waited for the man to open doors for her but she didn't want to push her luck to far with those vials in his pocket. She unlocked the car with the remote and pulled open the driver side door after the car beeped. Sliding behind the wheel she shoved the keys in the ignition and turned, the engine came to life.
”Buckle up Sweets”
Trev swung out of the parking lot and pushed the gas pedal down as far as it would go as she weaved in and out of traffic.



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Auriel was often baffled by the things Trevelyn said. Not that it was entirely rare to do so since he had little to no understanding of norms of…any kind, really. But her assertion that the gorilla in charge of keeping the riff raff out of his lab was a ‘standard issue man’ made Auriel immediately sad for the future of the human race if that was supposed to be typical. She didn’t even sound particularly put out by the fact that they would be late because of his own dallying in the lab (‘sound’ in this case literally referring to the meaning of her words. Tone and intonation were sometimes difficult for him to follow if he wasn’t paying much attention). He was ready soon enough after she’d arrived and Auriel felt he was especially polite as he hadn’t even mentioned that, technically, she had crossed the yellow line as though it didn’t exist at all. Well, Lies members who appreciated his work got special privileges. His expression immediately brightened when Trevelyn mentioned that the cosmetic that he’d prepared for her use had apparently turned out just as desired. Though he was a little surprised by mention of asphyxiation, it didn’t show as anything other than a contemplative sort of tilt of his head as he followed her bouncing red tresses out the door.

“Huh. That’s a somewhat unintended side effect. You mean to say she died? I thought the paralysis toxin I put in was rather mild myself, but then it was only to be applied sparingly. Perhaps she was just overeager.” Either way, it was nothing for him to be worried about. If it had pleased the person who had commissioned it, that was really all that mattered. He was glad that she’d reported back about it since he’d nearly forgotten about mundane things like deadly cosmetics since he so infrequently made them. She usually came to him for straight-up poisons to be administered to some unfortunate man named “John.”

Two phials of Solution μthat he kept in the upper pocket clinked together gently as he hefted the bag he was carrying from the left side of his body to the right. Auriel noted the noise and regarded with fond familiarity. He was never worried about breaking whatever he kept on his person. Accidents happened to all scientists and he was no exception. Suffice to say, he had tested more than enough of his own products in small, safe(ish) doses that even if something got in through the skin, it likely wouldn’t kill him. He figured it the cost of doing whatever he wanted as he surely couldn’t work with such dangerous chemicals and develop his own products anywhere else. That, more than anything, was what appealed to him in being on the wrong side of the law…whatever that meant. His moral compass wasn’t broken, it just never existed in the first place.

They were stalled a bit at the heavy door between the back room for the convenience store that hid the entrance to the lab and the storefront itself. Trevelyn seemed to struggle a bit with whatever was blocking it, but soon her shoe deftly shot out between the opening and moved aside the loathsome imbecile Auriel had mentioned to her earlier. He leapt over the hulking form and glanced down at him as best he could while still facing forward and away. The bald pate of his head and the mustard-stained wifebeater cued him in to the fact that this was, indeed, the man he couldn’t stand.

“No wonder he smells like he sleeps in a dumpster. I knew he was dim, but I never thought he would stoop to taking naps on the filthy floor.”. Indeed, the front of the convenience store was always in less than stellar condition. Auriel didn’t care about it in the least since it was neither his responsibility to sell anything or to maintain the front. The less inviting, the more likely it was to avoid trouble and the authorities.

Auriel removed his glasses the moment they were outside and carelessly put him in one of the pockets with his dangerous new poisons. Though it was night and thus harder for him to see, he vastly preferred going without any sort of vision correctors so he’d never have to look a stranger in the eye. He kept the red of Trevelyn’s hair in sight and continued to follow her to her car. He couldn’t pick it out of a lineup, but trusted it was hers.

The scientist settled into the passenger seat and reflexively pulled at the seatbelt over his right shoulder. Back when he was a child, his parents would practically strap him in with a harness to keep him from using the backseat of their rather large SUV as a jungle gym. Though he grew out of that pretty quickly, they never stopped reminding him to put on his seatbelt whenever he entered a car like he was too stupid to grasp the concept of car safety. Though a rebellious part of him always wanted to drive (or passenger) freely, Auriel also didn’t particularly want a grievous head injury and so decided the positives outweighed any sense of pleasure he got from being contrary.

He glanced out the window as Trevelyn started the engine and calmly rested his hands on either side of the bag he held in his lap. She then made a comment about “buckling up” and he turned his head to stare at her, confusion apparent on his face until he remembered. Yes, Trevelyn sometimes went on about things like “sweets, deer, and babies” with absolutely none of those things nearby. Auriel glanced around to ensure that there was no candy or anything similarly sweet around that needed to be secured and then shrugged, figuring it was perhaps a colloquialism that he wasn’t familiar with. That happened annoyingly often with everyone.

“So what is the point of this meeting?” Auriel finally asked.



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››› Sera only half listened to the points that Lexie had brought up. Sera had seen Julie every now and then at the bar so she was probably a bit more acquainted to the red head than the rest, but she still didn’t know much about her. For her, though, it was enough that Miku trusted the woman. Moreover, she was still quite in shock over what had happened. As Miku’s voice filled the room, she was reminded why the small girl was Vince’s second in command. She took s**t from no one. Sera knew better than to argue with the girl because she was of a much higher rank than she was.
She only half listened to what was being said as she zoned out and began replaying what happened. In doing so, her wounds became sore and she placed one hand on her leg where she was hit and the other on her ear. She was absolutely bewildered by the fact that it had happened. She began to pay attention when Miku mentioned who the culprit could be and that it couldn’t have been that the Lies would open fire on their own. She most definitely agreed with her. It wouldn’t make sense to kill your own, especially when each head of the department was there.
She snapped back to reality fully when Miku came and sat next to her and held her hand. She smiled softly in gratitude towards the blue haired girl. She was trying to stay strong, but it was difficult when something like that had happened to them. She finally voiced her thoughts, “I agree with what Miku has said. It wouldn’t make much sense to kill people on their side. We need to try and figure out why and how this happened.” She looked back to Miku to see if she did a good enough job about putting her thoughts together. She may be good at relaying things almost verbatim, but when it came to her own words and thoughts, she had a bit of a hard time. ‹‹‹
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››› Lyra listened intently to what Rue was saying as she navigated towards the rendezvous. They were less than a block away when she caught the girl wince as she brushed against her wound. “At least we can find a way in. Now all we need is Mr. Strong Arms to bust us in and we can go from there. And be careful or it’ll bleed again.” She said. It wasn’t often she let other members know her nicknames for them, but she figured they could both use a small laugh with her nickname for Azai. Without waiting for a retort on behalf of the violet haired thief, she spoke again. “There. That’s where we are meeting if I’m not mistaken.” She pulled into the parking lot of the coffee shop. She turned the engine off and slid out of the truck before grabbing the duffel bag and tossing it into the cab and locking her door. She walked around the other side and waited for Rue to climb out before locking her door as well. She loved classic vehicles, but sometimes the manual locks became a bit of a nuisance.
She linked arms with her companion as they entered the shop, causing the bells above the door to jingle and prompting the employees to welcome them. Lyra shot them a smile and waved a bit. She looked around to see if she could see other members of the gang there. When she didn’t spot anyone, she shrugged, “I guess we are early?” she said before she trotted over to a couch area towards the back of the store. She sat down and turned to Rue, “Do you want anything to eat or drink? It may be a bit before we are all here. I’ll get you whatever you want.” She let a smile play across her face to reassure the thief that she would be ok, it would just take her a while. For right now, though, she was thirsty. ‹‹‹
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Rue couldn't stop the snicker from slipping out of her mouth. Mr. Strong arms suited him there was one problem with it though, the big man would like the nickname, probably even find it flattering. Flattering him is something Rue tried not to do. So to return Lyra's favor she gave up her own nickname for Azai though it was Lyra's head if she ever used it in front of the bear of a man.
”Yogi's device isn't showing up on my phone so it probably died again. He has a tendency of forgetting all about it”
He was probably off some where's beating some poor sucker to a pulp to blow off some steam, or maybe just maybe he actually went to a Doc for his wounds. That idea made her scoff too, the image of nurses fluttering about him and fixing him up meanwhile his face gets angrier and angrier would have made her outright laugh any other day. But talking of strong arms another gang member popped into her mind. Azai would hate that the thought of him reminded her of Cole but he wasn't here so he wouldn't know. Cole could also look at her shoulder and head before she went through any skylights like she planned on doing. They pulled up to the coffee shop and Rue nodded letting Lyra know that she wasn't mistaken. She slipped out of the truck and before she could turn about and lock the door herself the new drug lord jumped right in there and took care of it herself. Walking into the shop Rue made the same assessment as Lyra did then followed the tattooed lady to the couches. She immediately plopped her bottom down and curled her legs up into her chest.
”An espresso would be fantastic. Dont be silly you know I got your drinks next time we hit the clubs”
She winked at this because everyone knew she went to clubs empty handed and just palmed wallets all night, stealing the money and then leaving calling cards in their place. She had once left Trevelyn's number on one of the cards and spent the next three weeks laughing her a** off as the red head had to field calls carefully between her work the prank calls and the cops snooping around Trev was livid. When Lyra sauntered away to get the drinks Rue looked at her pone and breathed deeply. She was about to do something she normal never ever did, she was going to ask for help. This rubbed her the wrong way but she wasn't a leader, no where near, nor was she good at the in your face confrontation that most gang member preferred. Unlocking her screen she dialed in the number for Cole. It rang three times then she heard the click that either meant he answered or she went to voice mail, she didn't much care which as long as she could get it all out before Lyra returned and over heard.
”Hey, it's ummmm me..... Rue. I need your help. Can you come to the coffee shop on the pier? I'll text you the address if you need it”

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