Didi lifts her watch to glance at the time without taking her eyes off of the door. As the numbers switch to "3:15," she pops open the door on the silver Lamborghini and grabs a luxurious scarf as she gets out. She arrives at the rusted metallic door facing the dumpster just as it open. The car door clicks behind her quietly and she embraces the suited and solemn man exiting the door. "Your ride is ready sir! May I accompany you to it?" The man is quiet and smiles and takes her arm as she leads him to the car. After the door opens and he climbs into the driver's seat and takes out his wallet to pay his mysterious valet, he realizes that he didn't request a valet. Before his gaze even reaches hers again though, he feels a prick and a dull ache and then passes out in the driver's seat. Didi closes the door and then speaks seemingly to herself as she pockets his wallet. "I have his key card, I'll meet you at the front entrance."
Darius stood by the door, finishing the cigarette he had lit moments before a little birdie told him to meet by the front entrance. No one took any notice of him though, dressed in a dark navy suit, gray tie, and silver cuff links with a skull on them. As the light breeze caught the ends of his slick-backed, low ponytail, and his brown strands tickling the elbow of his jacket, Darius took one last drag and snuffed the cigarette out on the nearby ashtray. It was easy to blend in here. Suits and skirts in every direction. This was truly the perfect location.
Moments later, he saw her. Turning to pick up the decoy briefcase from the bench behind him, he slid his Fedora back on and turned on his smile. Pearly whites and all. Taking two steps to meet her approach, he slipped his arms around her and gave her a kiss. All part of the facade, D.. Just keep smiling. Pulling back after just a moment too long for a normal greeting, he spoke the phrase they had agreed upon should everything be in order.
"It's so nice outside, I can't wait to keep you away from it for the rest of the day." The last part was delivered like a stage whisper, his hands moving from a hug to lingering on her waist.
This was it. This was the moment.
Keeping his hand around her waist, he escorted her through the front doors and into the elaborate lobby. Little did the doorman know that he had just lost his job.
Moments later, he saw her. Turning to pick up the decoy briefcase from the bench behind him, he slid his Fedora back on and turned on his smile. Pearly whites and all. Taking two steps to meet her approach, he slipped his arms around her and gave her a kiss. All part of the facade, D.. Just keep smiling. Pulling back after just a moment too long for a normal greeting, he spoke the phrase they had agreed upon should everything be in order.
"It's so nice outside, I can't wait to keep you away from it for the rest of the day." The last part was delivered like a stage whisper, his hands moving from a hug to lingering on her waist.
This was it. This was the moment.
Keeping his hand around her waist, he escorted her through the front doors and into the elaborate lobby. Little did the doorman know that he had just lost his job.
Didi displays an act of naivety, happily pretending to be excited and distracted by Darius' romantic gestures. While she is smiling and leaning on Darius though, she is actually paying close attention to the surroundings. She and her partner make their way to the bar and have a seat amongst the fellow customers. "We'll have two martinis bartender!" She smiles flirtatiously at the bartender and he eagerly fills their glasses. When he comes close, she leans in and whispers to him: "Where might a special customer be entertained in a place like this?" The bartender winks at her after a hesitation, then motions to a large suited figure seated nearby them.
He slides across the seats separating them and starts on a rant, "Have you guys seen the weather around here lately? Crazy stuff huh!?" He laughs heartily, then leans in and looks excited, but suddenly adopts a tone and words that far from match his expression. "In the ladies restroom, their is two doors, one of which is locked with a padlock. That's the janitorial closet. The other is just locked, but can be opened with the proper security. You will know how to find that of course, unless that idiot Jack invited you. He tends to skip on the details. Drunken bastard." Didi follows his cue and giggles, then turns to Darius, "I have to tidy up, could you show me where the bathroom is babe?" She immediately notices a slight tension from a table in the back, but keeps calm and pretends to be oblivious. She waits for him to lead her to the bathroom after downing her drink.
He slides across the seats separating them and starts on a rant, "Have you guys seen the weather around here lately? Crazy stuff huh!?" He laughs heartily, then leans in and looks excited, but suddenly adopts a tone and words that far from match his expression. "In the ladies restroom, their is two doors, one of which is locked with a padlock. That's the janitorial closet. The other is just locked, but can be opened with the proper security. You will know how to find that of course, unless that idiot Jack invited you. He tends to skip on the details. Drunken bastard." Didi follows his cue and giggles, then turns to Darius, "I have to tidy up, could you show me where the bathroom is babe?" She immediately notices a slight tension from a table in the back, but keeps calm and pretends to be oblivious. She waits for him to lead her to the bathroom after downing her drink.
Darius chuckled. "Of course, beautiful.." His delivery of the compliment was laced with intent. He felt a set of eyes, no.. Two sets of eyes on him. He wanted more. With a smirk he tossed down enough cash for their drinks, adding an extra Twenty to the pile for the bartend, and declared just a tad too loudly "...I'll show you a lot more than the bathroom. God help them if they don't have another nearby! It's going to be occupied for a while!"
Whispered rippled around him, a few chuckles, and one older woman muttered "I wish someone would still talk to me like that." to the crone beside her. Follow the plan. Follow the plan. Just keep it up for a little longer, D.
He flashed his prizewinning smile in the older woman's direction, winking as he swept his female companion off her feet and carried her away towards the bathroom, whistling Tchaikovsky Overture 1812 rather enthusiastically.
At this point, Darius was willing to bet that any security detail that had been alerted by their presence was writing them off as drunk and horny. The few that did not wouldn't have much further to go until they stopped caring.
Moments later, Darius heard voices beginning to rise from the Poker Pit, and Casino clerks rushed past them, almost knocking off his lady-friend's stunning high heels in the process. Jareth, you wonderful bastard, I don't know how you do it. Just a few more steps and he allowed her legs to slip to the floor, pressing her back against the wall just next to the bathroom in question.
His right arm, closest to the Casino floor, raised up, pressing against the wall from elbow to wrist, covering the view of her face for just long enough to have her confirm the number of cameras she could see from her point of view. Three. Exactly what it should be. He began to run his free hand up the side of her leg, kissing her passionately for what seemed like about three hours. In all reality, it was closer to sixty seconds. Long enough for the Poker Pit Parade to be launched into full swing, and whatever crappy security guy was left watching the rest of the area to write them off completely.
He maneuvered them two of them expertly down the hall, inching towards the bathroom door with each kiss and then pressing her into it, granting the two of them access to the overly luxurious interior. A quick glance proved that they were alone. Darius reached over and locked the door behind them.
"This better be worth all of that." Darius was suddenly a completely different person. His voice was ice, and if looks could kill, she would have already been in her grave. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his overly-expensive jacket, silver skull glinting in the light, trying to rid his lips of the taste of her lipstick. Absolutely Disgusting.
Whispered rippled around him, a few chuckles, and one older woman muttered "I wish someone would still talk to me like that." to the crone beside her. Follow the plan. Follow the plan. Just keep it up for a little longer, D.
He flashed his prizewinning smile in the older woman's direction, winking as he swept his female companion off her feet and carried her away towards the bathroom, whistling Tchaikovsky Overture 1812 rather enthusiastically.
At this point, Darius was willing to bet that any security detail that had been alerted by their presence was writing them off as drunk and horny. The few that did not wouldn't have much further to go until they stopped caring.
Moments later, Darius heard voices beginning to rise from the Poker Pit, and Casino clerks rushed past them, almost knocking off his lady-friend's stunning high heels in the process. Jareth, you wonderful bastard, I don't know how you do it. Just a few more steps and he allowed her legs to slip to the floor, pressing her back against the wall just next to the bathroom in question.
His right arm, closest to the Casino floor, raised up, pressing against the wall from elbow to wrist, covering the view of her face for just long enough to have her confirm the number of cameras she could see from her point of view. Three. Exactly what it should be. He began to run his free hand up the side of her leg, kissing her passionately for what seemed like about three hours. In all reality, it was closer to sixty seconds. Long enough for the Poker Pit Parade to be launched into full swing, and whatever crappy security guy was left watching the rest of the area to write them off completely.
He maneuvered them two of them expertly down the hall, inching towards the bathroom door with each kiss and then pressing her into it, granting the two of them access to the overly luxurious interior. A quick glance proved that they were alone. Darius reached over and locked the door behind them.
"This better be worth all of that." Darius was suddenly a completely different person. His voice was ice, and if looks could kill, she would have already been in her grave. He wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his overly-expensive jacket, silver skull glinting in the light, trying to rid his lips of the taste of her lipstick. Absolutely Disgusting.
Didi laid back against the wall where she had been pressed a good five seconds longer than she had meant to, fighting the urge to shudder at the intense hormones rushing through her young body. "You really know how to put on an act Darius. Wow... The plan. The plan."
She stiffens up now, adjusting her clothes compulsively, then exhaling deeply and going about her business pretending to focus on reapplying makeup in the mirror. I have to be careful. He would kill me as soon as I would kill him. That's the game I play though. Shit, he smeared my makeup... I'll pretend to be overwhelmed by him for now, possibly even attracted. I can't seem dangerous to him. Didi cracked her neck left and right and then spun on a heel and shed her scarf and dress, leaving only her like green tube top and short skirt. There was barely room inside her skirt for her two small knives, but she needed to use her powers as a young attractive woman in order to win over her enemies. She tossed the dress to Darius with a smirk, leaving only the poor bastard's key card she had swiped earlier in her hand. As soon as she saw the two doors, she noticed the red glint of light from the edge of left door. She swiped the key card across it and the door clicked. As it swung open, another room was revealed, with a high desk in the middle in which a suited man pointing a rifle at her head was seated in a rather relaxed position.
"Excuse me, but I have to ask your names for the obvious reasons."
"You don't need my name handsome. Tell your boss that he has a business proposition he can't refuse waiting for him in the form of a sexy young woman and her friend. You're Mitch, right? You don't need to worry about us."
"How did you know my name?" The man hesitates, and lowers his gun. Didi walks around the desk, then whispers in his ear. He hesitates, and then smiles, putting his gun down and motioning Darius to close the door. Before opening a side door and disappearing. Their are some antique rocking chairs in front of the desk, and bags of cocaine on the shelves. Behind the desk is an extravagant painting of a naked woman getting pierced by needles hanging from a hook on the wall. After a few long moments, a man emerges from the doors with nothing in but gym pants and a large golden cross hanging from his neck.
"What do you want. You were invited here, right? Who invited you?"
Didi notices that he is holding a remote behind his back, and coughs, not a predetermined code, but an attempt to get Darius to notice it before going through with the plan.
She stiffens up now, adjusting her clothes compulsively, then exhaling deeply and going about her business pretending to focus on reapplying makeup in the mirror. I have to be careful. He would kill me as soon as I would kill him. That's the game I play though. Shit, he smeared my makeup... I'll pretend to be overwhelmed by him for now, possibly even attracted. I can't seem dangerous to him. Didi cracked her neck left and right and then spun on a heel and shed her scarf and dress, leaving only her like green tube top and short skirt. There was barely room inside her skirt for her two small knives, but she needed to use her powers as a young attractive woman in order to win over her enemies. She tossed the dress to Darius with a smirk, leaving only the poor bastard's key card she had swiped earlier in her hand. As soon as she saw the two doors, she noticed the red glint of light from the edge of left door. She swiped the key card across it and the door clicked. As it swung open, another room was revealed, with a high desk in the middle in which a suited man pointing a rifle at her head was seated in a rather relaxed position.
"Excuse me, but I have to ask your names for the obvious reasons."
"You don't need my name handsome. Tell your boss that he has a business proposition he can't refuse waiting for him in the form of a sexy young woman and her friend. You're Mitch, right? You don't need to worry about us."
"How did you know my name?" The man hesitates, and lowers his gun. Didi walks around the desk, then whispers in his ear. He hesitates, and then smiles, putting his gun down and motioning Darius to close the door. Before opening a side door and disappearing. Their are some antique rocking chairs in front of the desk, and bags of cocaine on the shelves. Behind the desk is an extravagant painting of a naked woman getting pierced by needles hanging from a hook on the wall. After a few long moments, a man emerges from the doors with nothing in but gym pants and a large golden cross hanging from his neck.
"What do you want. You were invited here, right? Who invited you?"
Didi notices that he is holding a remote behind his back, and coughs, not a predetermined code, but an attempt to get Darius to notice it before going through with the plan.
The bartender looked down at the money with surprise. There was enough to pay for their drinks four times over. He shook his head and marveled. These people spend more money in one hour than I make in a month.. It makes me sick sometimes. There was a commotion, but it wasn't his business. Though the other patrons abandoned their drinks and wondered off to take in the spectacle. He walked around to the seated side of the bar to wipe down the counters and grab the empty cups. After a few moments, he noticed that there was a briefcase on the ground next to the chair that the good tipper had been sitting in. Aw, Hell... Pressing the button on his headset he spoke into the small communication device attached to his ear. "Um yeah.. I have a misplaced item here. Can I get it taken to the office? Patron just walked away about five minutes ago." He knew that it would take a bit, those people over by the chip tables were getting louder and security were still rushing past. Until then, he moved the case under the register. It's gonna be one of those days.
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"I dun't know what yer goin' on about! I ain't been countin' no dern cards!" Jarreth hollered. "Dis her' penguin just dun't like the look'o meh!" The accusation was aimed at the table's dealer. The penguin remark was about the suit that they were all required to wear as a uniform. The accent was completely fake. Jarreth was loving this. He took a deep drag of the cheap cigar he had bought at the little smoke store inside the Casino just before he had traded in for chips and sat down at the table. Then he went on a winning streak for twelve hands and now he was dealing with this. The more attention he drew the better. They wouldn't be able to prove anything. All he had to do was get into that office. "Dun't you dare touch meh, ya' pig.." he snarled at the closest security guard. Lucky for Jarreth, the guard was a really fat woman. He would be able to giggle about it later, if he survived the broad's taser.
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Darius could smell the arousal on the female. Coupled with her flushed complexion and deep breaths, he decided to take this as a win. Game's still there. Too bad. Little lady peeled the dress off, casting it towards him without a care. She had her own things to take care of, and so did he. While she was getting her business squared away, he took care of his.
Suit off, tossed over the closest door. Hair down, thankfully his pony hadn't creased his hair too much. A quick shake of the head and suddenly he had voluptuous waves and volume. I love hair products.. A grin crossed his face as he pulled a small compact out of the inside pocket of his suit. It took him all of two minutes to contour, highlight, and apply mascara. Quickly pulling the dress inside out, he ripped out a seam and it was instantly a longer dress. Another seam, and it was just his size. Slipping it on, he marveled at how they were actually pulling this off. He had on tights under his suit already, which disguised his legs better. He turned to look in the mirror once more after slipping into the dress and chuckled, shaking his head.
"Damn, I make a sexy woman." he spoke, affecting a southern drawl and higher tone.
Snatching his suit off the door, he pulled a lipstick out of the pocket and set it on the sink. His shoes were the last to go. There was a trash can under the sink where Jarreth had hidden a pair of suitable heels and a small handbag for Darius to use. Switching the shoes and bag for his suit, he found himself to be two inches taller, and in need of some red lips. Final touches were being applied when the female clicked open the door. It was too easy. He didn't even double check the handbag for the weapon he requested. Jarreth had his back. He knew it.
Following the 'other' female through the door, he took in the whole place. It smelled of expensive cigars, too much scotch, maybe a million cigarettes, and drugs. Oh, and Money. You could smell the money in the air. Darius pressed the door closed behind him, smiling coyly at Big Ugly as he did so. There was a small flurry of action and suddenly Big Ugly was gone and Napoleon Dynamite was in front of them, about 20 years older. He couldn't keep from smiling at his own thoughts, but covered it up with awkwardly blurting out "Ooh, You didn't tell me he would be cute.." Yeah, I see it. You didn't have to cough.. his look at the female conveyed.
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"I dun't know what yer goin' on about! I ain't been countin' no dern cards!" Jarreth hollered. "Dis her' penguin just dun't like the look'o meh!" The accusation was aimed at the table's dealer. The penguin remark was about the suit that they were all required to wear as a uniform. The accent was completely fake. Jarreth was loving this. He took a deep drag of the cheap cigar he had bought at the little smoke store inside the Casino just before he had traded in for chips and sat down at the table. Then he went on a winning streak for twelve hands and now he was dealing with this. The more attention he drew the better. They wouldn't be able to prove anything. All he had to do was get into that office. "Dun't you dare touch meh, ya' pig.." he snarled at the closest security guard. Lucky for Jarreth, the guard was a really fat woman. He would be able to giggle about it later, if he survived the broad's taser.
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Darius could smell the arousal on the female. Coupled with her flushed complexion and deep breaths, he decided to take this as a win. Game's still there. Too bad. Little lady peeled the dress off, casting it towards him without a care. She had her own things to take care of, and so did he. While she was getting her business squared away, he took care of his.
Suit off, tossed over the closest door. Hair down, thankfully his pony hadn't creased his hair too much. A quick shake of the head and suddenly he had voluptuous waves and volume. I love hair products.. A grin crossed his face as he pulled a small compact out of the inside pocket of his suit. It took him all of two minutes to contour, highlight, and apply mascara. Quickly pulling the dress inside out, he ripped out a seam and it was instantly a longer dress. Another seam, and it was just his size. Slipping it on, he marveled at how they were actually pulling this off. He had on tights under his suit already, which disguised his legs better. He turned to look in the mirror once more after slipping into the dress and chuckled, shaking his head.
"Damn, I make a sexy woman." he spoke, affecting a southern drawl and higher tone.
Snatching his suit off the door, he pulled a lipstick out of the pocket and set it on the sink. His shoes were the last to go. There was a trash can under the sink where Jarreth had hidden a pair of suitable heels and a small handbag for Darius to use. Switching the shoes and bag for his suit, he found himself to be two inches taller, and in need of some red lips. Final touches were being applied when the female clicked open the door. It was too easy. He didn't even double check the handbag for the weapon he requested. Jarreth had his back. He knew it.
Following the 'other' female through the door, he took in the whole place. It smelled of expensive cigars, too much scotch, maybe a million cigarettes, and drugs. Oh, and Money. You could smell the money in the air. Darius pressed the door closed behind him, smiling coyly at Big Ugly as he did so. There was a small flurry of action and suddenly Big Ugly was gone and Napoleon Dynamite was in front of them, about 20 years older. He couldn't keep from smiling at his own thoughts, but covered it up with awkwardly blurting out "Ooh, You didn't tell me he would be cute.." Yeah, I see it. You didn't have to cough.. his look at the female conveyed.
I knew that was supposed to disguise himself, but this was NOT what I was expecting... Didi hadn't mentioned anything while Darius had been changing, but she worried that he was getting a little too excited. In her earpiece, her friend and racketeering partner Joanna was keeping her updated on what was going on in the lobby. 'Right now, even as her friend was talking to her quietly, she could hear some drunken idiot making a scene outside. Great, the more ditractions the better.
Now her attention was on the scene at hand though, and she tried her best to scan her peripherals without moving her eyes. Darius was dressed in her dress, which looked even sexier on him to her disappointment. She was quite the sight too though, and would most likely command the majority of attention with her blinding white skin though.
"Hey there," She whimpers seductively. "We heard from a nice man by the name of Leo that a couple of girls like us might find our fix back here. You see, we want to have parties, but our guests need to be catered to."
The man with the cross is jumpy, and grabs onto his cross and mutters unintelligibly to himself. Then he spoke anxiously.
"I don't... We don't do business in here! Leo lied to you!" Then the man's voice falls into a growling and raspy one and he whispers loudly and ineffectively to his partner whom had greeted them:
"I do not like them, kill them!"
"But boss, they are paying customers, and I couldn't shoot a girl!"
The man pushes him away weakly then stares in fear at Didi, who he had really just laid his lazy eyes on, stumbling back and gripping the cross on his chest desperately. He then falls back and slides into the corner.
"It's Lucifer! The devil hath come to taketh me!"
This is getting out of hand. Didi begs to him, "Please, we don't want trouble! I only mean to do business with you!"
The man hesitates, his finger ready to press a large red button on the remote. His hand is dangerously shaky. Didi quietly thinks up a plan B.
"Look, I have no weapons! See?" She licks her lips and starts to lift her tube top very slowly. The man breathes slower as he stares, relaxing, but then starts shaking and swearing compulsively, screaming mostly inaudible sounds, and then: "The devil tempteth me!" And with that, an alarm sounds, shattering the tension in the room like a pocelain plate. "To hell with the plan!" Didi tightens her chestand punches the young man closer to her with a crack. He stumble backwards, dazed, and collapses on the insane old man.
In her ear, a voice screams urgently: Didi, RUN.
( The back door from the beginning should be back here somewhere, as well as there ride, probably still occupied by its unconscious passenger. )
Now her attention was on the scene at hand though, and she tried her best to scan her peripherals without moving her eyes. Darius was dressed in her dress, which looked even sexier on him to her disappointment. She was quite the sight too though, and would most likely command the majority of attention with her blinding white skin though.
"Hey there," She whimpers seductively. "We heard from a nice man by the name of Leo that a couple of girls like us might find our fix back here. You see, we want to have parties, but our guests need to be catered to."
The man with the cross is jumpy, and grabs onto his cross and mutters unintelligibly to himself. Then he spoke anxiously.
"I don't... We don't do business in here! Leo lied to you!" Then the man's voice falls into a growling and raspy one and he whispers loudly and ineffectively to his partner whom had greeted them:
"I do not like them, kill them!"
"But boss, they are paying customers, and I couldn't shoot a girl!"
The man pushes him away weakly then stares in fear at Didi, who he had really just laid his lazy eyes on, stumbling back and gripping the cross on his chest desperately. He then falls back and slides into the corner.
"It's Lucifer! The devil hath come to taketh me!"
This is getting out of hand. Didi begs to him, "Please, we don't want trouble! I only mean to do business with you!"
The man hesitates, his finger ready to press a large red button on the remote. His hand is dangerously shaky. Didi quietly thinks up a plan B.
"Look, I have no weapons! See?" She licks her lips and starts to lift her tube top very slowly. The man breathes slower as he stares, relaxing, but then starts shaking and swearing compulsively, screaming mostly inaudible sounds, and then: "The devil tempteth me!" And with that, an alarm sounds, shattering the tension in the room like a pocelain plate. "To hell with the plan!" Didi tightens her chestand punches the young man closer to her with a crack. He stumble backwards, dazed, and collapses on the insane old man.
In her ear, a voice screams urgently: Didi, RUN.
( The back door from the beginning should be back here somewhere, as well as there ride, probably still occupied by its unconscious passenger. )
Jarreth's left arm was still aching from the tase. Kinda' like a Charlie Horse, but different. They had him to the office before he could say 'Beam me up, Scotty!' and there it was. Brown briefcase in all it's glory. This couldn't be more perfect.. Wonder how things are goin' with D. He mused as they ran his false ID and confirmed that he really was just a "..piece of crap, good for nothing redneck from who-cares-vill." After a hearty round of apologies and a few condolence gifts for their '..suspecting him of misconduct.." and the porker having to say her own apologies for her "..intense over-reaction to his blanket statement by taking something so common personally.." he was released. On the way out the door, he asked the secretary, timid little mousy girl, if he might be able to get a glass of water from her for his trouble. She jumped up, nodding to him as she turned around to grab it for him. That was all it took. Briefcase was in his hand. Then so was the water. Now for the winning smile and smartass remark. "Thank yeh, little lady. I'm sure yer' dern good et fetchin' all sorta stuff for whoevah got yeh in thur bed evreh night, ya knaw?" And he grinned at her, buck teeth and tobacco stains glaring out his mouth towards the poor child. He knew he was repulsive. That was the point. With that, he turned on his heel and sauntered out the door, case in hand.
He felt bad, he really did, getting that girl fired. But there was nothing that he could do about that. With a job like this, he had no choice but to accept that there would be collateral damage. He headed towards the bathroom, slipping a key from his pocket as he approached the door. If everything had gone as planned, he should still need to unlock this door.
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His heart-rate was beginning to escalate. This broad was going to blow the lid off the whole freaking operation if she wasn't careful. And not a moment after he thought that, everything straight up hit the fan. Alarm started blaring, lights changed, stupid broad hit the guy..
Darius rolled his eyes and yelled at her "WAY TO GO. Damnit!" while he pulled the gun out of his handbag. The room went quiet moments later, after he emptied two clips into the surrounding goons. He was pretty sure that the ringleader had been crushed to death by Big Ugly. But to be certain, he reloaded and confirmed, then shot the speaker that had been emitting such a racket.
Silence.
"Get the stuff and leave. Congratulations. You suck." He barked at her, "If you even so much as hesitate, I will kill you too. This isn't over and you're personally responsible for the deaths of these.." He took a second to re-count ".. ELEVEN people. Hope you can live with yourself for that."
He shook his head, completely disgusted at her lack of professionalism. I really should just kill her.. But he didn't. Instead he turned and walked back towards the bathroom. He had to finish the job. That meant leaving the way he came in. He was so thankful that she was going out the back, instead of on his arm. He wasn't sure that he would be able to keep from strangling her on the ride back to the safe-house.
He felt bad, he really did, getting that girl fired. But there was nothing that he could do about that. With a job like this, he had no choice but to accept that there would be collateral damage. He headed towards the bathroom, slipping a key from his pocket as he approached the door. If everything had gone as planned, he should still need to unlock this door.
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His heart-rate was beginning to escalate. This broad was going to blow the lid off the whole freaking operation if she wasn't careful. And not a moment after he thought that, everything straight up hit the fan. Alarm started blaring, lights changed, stupid broad hit the guy..
Darius rolled his eyes and yelled at her "WAY TO GO. Damnit!" while he pulled the gun out of his handbag. The room went quiet moments later, after he emptied two clips into the surrounding goons. He was pretty sure that the ringleader had been crushed to death by Big Ugly. But to be certain, he reloaded and confirmed, then shot the speaker that had been emitting such a racket.
Silence.
"Get the stuff and leave. Congratulations. You suck." He barked at her, "If you even so much as hesitate, I will kill you too. This isn't over and you're personally responsible for the deaths of these.." He took a second to re-count ".. ELEVEN people. Hope you can live with yourself for that."
He shook his head, completely disgusted at her lack of professionalism. I really should just kill her.. But he didn't. Instead he turned and walked back towards the bathroom. He had to finish the job. That meant leaving the way he came in. He was so thankful that she was going out the back, instead of on his arm. He wasn't sure that he would be able to keep from strangling her on the ride back to the safe-house.
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