Meanwhile, while everyone was at the race, János stayed at the ship, watching over the now-passed out Harvey. He was, however, following the race online.
Amelia finished her food. The race is awesome. Food was awesome. Drink was awe- wait the drink isn't finished... Drink IS awesome... she slurps down on the huge SoL Punch, roller her eyes on the hot-headed DIO as he acted like a manchild after he was insulted.
"Affirmative, Fat Rat." Jag replied, holding itself still while keeping watch. "I'll keep watch on these individuals around the chop shop. Fat Rat, keep on the look out for anything else of interest."
Jag remained silent on the roof the tower, it's head very sightly turning over towards the trenched cloaked individuals entering the pit crew's shop.
"Viceroy, keep the encounter with our new friends quiet. We can't risk to compromise ourselves to much harsher retaliation."
Hariim works on the suggestion given to him. He works to search for any guarded doors or areas populated largely by trench coated individuals. Furthermore he checks all his cameras for looping feeds. Not the first time he's seen that trick. [Roll to find trench coat central. And another roll to check the data streams on his cameras for looping.]
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Bucky grabs a blowtorch and ignites it. She waits to see if the mafiosos will be intimidated away by the guns of her crew before doing anything rash.
[QUOTE=Viper123_SWE;50267009]Maddox raised his rifle and looked at the three men in trenchcoats. "This is a restricted area. You have five seconds to turn around and leave." He said in a dark and menacing voice.
The former soldier hoped that the sight of two heavily armored and armed mercenaries would be enough to convince the trenchcoats to back off.
((Roll for intimidation, if failed, please roll for a reaction shot. Maddox literally has his finger on the trigger.))[/QUOTE]
Sledge saw Maddox draw his weapon at some guys and literally dropped everything he was doing. Like something actually broke because he just fucking [i]let go.[/i]
"I'm coming I'm coming I'm coming!" He yelled bounding towards the five of them, desperately trying to pull his hammer off his belt. He finally freed it and waved it over his head. "Guys! I'm here! What's up? We killing somebody?"
(( Sledge rolls to attack if anyone else does ))
Frosty, realizing just how suspicious everyone else is making themselves look by drawing attention, decides he might as well take stance against the oncoming trenchcoat men because their cover is slowly being blown. He puts his hand inside his firesuit, ready to pull out whatever weapon he has snuck inside.
Maddox:
CH Estimate: 1/10
[B]Actual: 6[/B]
Roll Failed.
Within a moment, the tough-looking trio were suddenly surrounded, not only by mercenaries protecting the pit crew, but also by the pit crew themselves, all banded together to shut down whatever they had planned. Or so the crew thought... two of the three calmly placed their improvised weapons on the ground and backed away, but the last one, armed with a wrench, seemed less afraid. He was the one who had signaled at Taylor and Maddox earlier. Then, unbelievably, he took several steps forward toward the mercenaries without a word and in the confusion-
Maddox: [B]10[/B] x Machinist(x1.25) x Crit(CH1/2, 1, Failed) = 12.5... [B]13 DMG[/B]
...a trigger was pulled, blowing a hole through the center of mass on the trench coat-wearing thug, who staggered backwards. The sound of the bullet ripping through the air was like a whip crack, despite the suppression. In fact, it was far too loud - the sound had been emitted from somewhere - and as synthblood trickled out onto the pavement, the crew finally realized what had happened. The men in trench coats were androids. This one [I]let himself get shot.[/I] The amplified gunshot noise came from the android's body!
And now, he merely stared in triumph at Maddox, who had been the victim of this ploy. Suddenly, television cameras were focused on the pit, on the apparently-wounded man and the mercenary who shot him. Moments later, Sledge arrived, innocently following Maddox's lead by slamming his hammer into the android's back.
Sledge: [B]5[/B] x (No Feat Applicable) = [B]5 DMG[/B]
The android's metallic endoskeleton took the blow fairly well, but to viewers throughout the galaxy, it appeared to be a brutal impact. Before the android had even finished falling forward, however, Alex arrived with a wrench and delivered the coup de grace.
Alex: [B]10[/B] x Contender(x1.5) x Crit(CH1/2, 2, Passed, x2) + Contender(+15) = [B]45 DMG[/B]
[B]Enemy Eliminated.[/B]
The android's head was completely smashed open, there was no denying it. Bits and pieces bounced as far as 15 meters away, but even if Alex hadn't delivered a killing blow, the android would have feigned death. In an instant, caution flags were deployed to slow the pace of the race while paramedics rushed in, unaware that the decedent was an unsophisticated robot in a human-looking shell. Security officers, backed up by the heavily-armored city guard, swarmed the area on cue.
Maddox, Alex and Sledge were targets of arrest, while Taylor would also be held for questioning, as she was quickly spotted holding a weapon within the venue.
[quote]Wrench, what just happened!? Did you just discharge a firearm... duzt! Incompetent! How dare you-[/quote]
---
Yanim's voice was a shrill screech in the earpieces of every operative in the stadium. Rask suddenly grabbed hold of the comm, jerking it away from his infuriated superior.
"Assistant here. Everyone stay in position; Wrench, Mace, turn yourselves in. I'll arrange for a pickup... Sextant, send our angel out with the devil's car. Henceforth, uh... call her Halo," Rask chattered away before suddenly springing to his feet and charging out the door. As he ran, he switched on his personal comm link and waited for Sylvia to enter the operation so that he could explain the plan to her directly.
---
As the three crewmembers were escorted out of the stadium for questioning, the race picked up once again, except now, Owen was short a pit crew member.
Section 5:
Jeb: [B]7[/B] (-5): 2 Positions Gained. Currently in 33rd.
Owen: 3 Positions Gained. Currently in 28th.
Both drivers had managed to keep their cool despite the growing tension within the stadium. The audience was still confused as to what had just taken place in the pit lane, and many were concerned that the violence might escalate. Bucky, Valkyrie, and Frosty had all managed to avoid becoming entangled in the mess, and slinked back to their positions waiting for the next pit stop.
Section 6:
Leo Farcau: 1
Owen Jackson: 6
Jeb: 8 (-5): 3 Positions Gained. Currently in 30th.
Owen: Pit.
Bucky: [B]7[/B]
Frosty: [B]9[/B]
Sledge: N/A
Valkyrie: [B]6[/B]
Pit Crew Total: 22 (/10) = 2
Owen: 10 Positions Gained. Currently in 18th.
As lap 60 arrived, things had begun to stabilize again. On his cue, Farcau slammed his vehicle into an opponent at the proper designated position, but thanks to pre-planning and investigative work, the Muramasa crew's driver wouldn't be ensnared in the trap. Instead, Owen confidently cut through traffic, knowing exactly where an opening would appear. While Jeb made steady gains over the same time period, Owen charged further and further ahead, unchallenged by the Mafia's weak attempt at a distraction. Finally pulling into the pit on lap 69, Owen was able to return to the race quickly thanks to a rallying effort by the remaining pit crew trio.
Section 7:
Jeb: 8 (-5): 3 Positions Gained. Currently in 27th.
Owen: 3 Positions Gained. Currently in 15th.
At this point, Jeb had finally gotten a bit ahead of his starting position. While he felt good about himself behind the wheel, his unknown dependents, the entirety of Donatello's crime family, was cursing his name. The disposable androids sent by Tri-Enterprises had done their job to identify gun-wielding mercenaries, but so little could be done in time to influence the race that Donatello wondered why he ever paid for them to be present. Moreover, the thought that a person, or even a robot, being beaten to death on television made him sick to his stomach. Leo Farcau, the only remaining racer who was willing to crash for money, had done so perfectly and yet was outmaneuvered. Reality was beginning to set in...
Section 8:
Jeb: 0 (-5): 5 Positions Lost. Currently in 32nd.
Owen: 3 Positions Gained. Currently in 12th.
...and then Jeb lost pressure in one of his tires, necessitating an extra pit stop while Owen closed in on the top ten.
---
Hariim:
CH Estimate: 2/5
[B]Actual: 5[/B]
Obeying orders rather than allowing himself to be distracted, Hariim followed through by identifying numerous camera feeds which had appeared to have been tampered with. Most were in the building's lowest levels and basement, but a handful were scattered throughout the upper decks. One was unnervingly close to the Terika-Belladonna VIP box.
Maddox gritted his teeth. They had been played and he had fallen for it. As Yanim went crazy Rask delivered a new set of orders.
"Solid copy Assistant." Maddox nodded towards Sledge to follow his lead as several armored security officers arrived.
Holding his right hand in the air Maddox detached the weapon sling with his right hand, causing his rifle to fall to the ground. He then slowly pulled out his micro SMG and pistol before placing both weapons on the ground next to the rifle.
"Don't shoot! We acted in self-defense."
Frosty really wanted to vouch for his friends, but he knew if he told the security officers that they were just there to protect him and the rest of the pit crew, they would surely bring him in for questioning as a witness. The pit crew was already down one member, they couldn't afford to lose another.
He could do nothing but look on as he does his job for Owen and hope they'd have a chance to be rescued before the day was over.
Yuga grimaced as Maddox let of the first round, starting a chain of events that could jeopardize some parts or even the whole operation.
She shook her head before lifting her cup as Rask relayed his message.
"I shall have the halo sent your way in the devils chariot." she conveyed, noticeably irritated by the security teams blunder.
She opened the comms yet to speak to both teams, "Sweepers, Chop shop, this is Sextant. We continue with the operation under extreme caution. New orders, Obelisk will direct the sweepers and Ink will be responsible for the security within the chop shop. Firehead will take up a close position should you need assistance."
She switched to a channel with Taylor, "When this operation is concluded I, and the Chief by no doubt, would like to have a word with you and Wrench." she said with a neutral voice, but one could not help but notice a clear hint of vexation in it's tone.
After she was finished Hariim pointed out what he had found buy looking over camera feeds and data logs. Yuga narrowed her eyes as everything started to thicken.
Owen had dodged the mafias last remaining trap, at least what they were aware of, and seemed to make steady progress towards victory. But this was hardly of any comfort to her as there were forces that seemed hell bent on disrupting this operation. But Yuga wouldn't let this stall her, if this victory had to be torn out of the talons of defeat then so be it.
She decided to contact the the crows nest, "You might have the king closer to you than you think. However, he might be surrounded by rooks. Switchblade, I want you to investigate. And no unnecessary confrontations."
...
Markus watched everything unfold, but he refrained from interfering. The new orders came in and he shifted in his seat on the box at the window, "So Obelisk, ya got anythin to say?"
[QUOTE]"Switchblade, I want you to investigate."[/QUOTE]
"Alright I'm on it."
Dio smirked as he heard this, a chance to make people bleed is always good. That is until he heard the next part.
[QUOTE]"And no unnecessary confrontations."[/QUOTE]
[I]Bullshit.[/I]
Amy looked at the events in the pit stops through her scope. When the shots rang out she realized what had happened. Then she saw her brother go for the killing blow. "No no no, don't..." the android's head was busted open. "Shit." she started cursing under her breath. She wispered something in his comms. A few seconds later Yuga gave her commands. "Understood Sextant. Router, Obelisk, is there a good vantage point near the pit crew or am I on ground level?"
----
Alex dropped the wrench and lifted his hands in the air. There was no point to argue with the cops, since his face was covered in android gore. The officer aproached him. "Alright asshole, you're under arrest!" At the same time Amy wispered in his comms.
"You are a complete idiot."
"Yeah, I guess I am."
Jag watched the situation unfold within chop shop, watching closely through it's implant.
But before Jag cold comment and warn Taylor, Maddox decided to reckless blast apart one of the assailants with an non-silent weapon no less.
The Sanghvi then took an moment to think while looking through it's implant's link before switching to the visual freed of Taylor's helmet.
It then looked over the garage's cameras to watch the track security personnel swarmed the pit crew.
It's body taking a deep breath to cycle out the air within it's inner shell.
Jag stood silent and still while keeping an close watch on the unfolding situation below.
"Viceroy, I highly recommend that you and the rest of the chop shop proceed with a great deal of caution as the Asset Protection will assuredly will note of Wench's actions."
Jag commented to Taylor through an private channel before Yuga and Rask begin to speak.
Jag then to proceed open up the channels of the active sweepers left after taking an moment to look over each individual's status.
"Firehead, Fat Rat, hold your positions and keep an low profile.
With Wench's grievous error, both the Asset Protection and mob will begin taking more dangerous measures to root out any possible interlopers so stay on high alert.
And I don't need to tell you that all weapon discharges are strictly prohibited unless I or Sextant precisely give the order otherwise."
"Remember we are here to neutralize our target who current position reminds an anomaly so we must consider the possibility that our target is within the deeper complex."
Jag then opened another channel towards Hariim after it's speech with it's team.
"Router, I request both the layout of the circuit's complex and the link of camera network.
Along with any suggestions of to how force the rodents within it to scatter into the sight of our pest control without causing too much of an panic to halt the event."
Jag asked of Hariim while overlooking the rest of the outer surroundings, trying to formulate an possible plan for the operation.
Sledge felt immensely emasculated that Alex was able to do what looked like 9 times as much damage with a [i]wrench[/i] than he could do with a [i]hammer[/i].
[i]Man, I need to work out more.[/i] He thought this while a security officer was trying and failing repeatedly to tackle him. "Stop resisting!" the officer yelled while slamming his body into Sledge's.
Sledge snapped out of it. "Oh, sorry." He offered up his wrists and the officer slapped some cuffs on them.
"...Affirmative, Sextant." muttered Taylor, disappointment in her voice, before setting her weapon the ground and allowing the security team to take her. They wanted us to do something. Fantastic. Hopefully Jag and the others could get things done without them. She herself wasn't being arrested, but she'd be taken in for questioning and probably held until after the race.
[B]....[/B]
Valkyrie chuckled after their pit stop. Taylor getting dragged off for questioning? She couldn't contain herself.
"Router to all teams. I've got tampered cameras near the VIP box, and down in the basement levels. I'm working on my end to restore them. VIP crews, stay alert!" Hariim works furiously to un-fuck his cameras. He loads up every piece of ICE and counterespionage software he's got and does his best to get his cameras back. [Roll to re-hack the hacked cameras]
"Uh, Mam we might have-" The Asset Protection Associate muttered cautiously towards her officers while she watched the camera of an garage where their guards rose their weapons at tench cloaked individuals, her Superior on out her hand on the youth Associate's shoulder to sightly push her chair to look at the flickering, worn monitor.
The Investigator simply let a muffled grunt from under her mask, watching the scene closer before letting an loud chuckle as the mercenaries let out an volley of fire from their illegal weapons.
"Don't worry about." The Investigator said with an with amused tone.
She looked to her superior while pulling down the mic towards the respirator of her gas mask. "Mam, Should I get one of the Enforcers?" She asked in her muffled, sightly confused tone.
"Of course, radio in Enforcer Jack and have him met me in the west port while I get Robert." The Investigator replied, brushing off the Associate while grabbing her fellow Investigator.
Who was enjoying an ash-stick while siting on the one of the few benches within the security room. A common narcotic within TriEnterprise territory.
It was small stick with an pale-pink color and a very brittle texture, letting off a series of intoxicating fumes that caused a near lethal reaction in most star faring species.
Through for subspecies that make up the overwhelming majority amount of humans living within the TriEnterprise, it's was simply an psychedelic high for him.
It did not take long for Robert seal up the drug and put it under his coat after Helen begin walking over towards him, she didn't care too much about it as they both had been through much over the years.
He then quickly adjusted his mask's respirator and check on the magazine on his trusty Bolt-thrower pistol, making it's camber was cleaned before locking it's safely.
"So we're on the move?" He calmly asked, an sense of nervous leaking in his tone to his long time comrade.
Helen simply nodded while she walked over towards the door leading out to the garages, taking an moment to fix her suit when at the door.
Robert did the same through a tad more anxiously, mostly patting down in a attempt to get any access ash off his brown uniform.
[B]-----[/B]
While listing to Hariim's explanation, Jag turned it's sight towards the VIP room's windows. The Sanghvi spent an minute to closer inspect the windows.
Unable to see past the darken windows and it's implant lacking the ability to see the blacken glass.
Jag opened it's intercom while linking the Hariim's cameras feed towards it's implant.
"Fat Rat, Firehead I need one of you to peek into the VIP booth with your scopes and report any findings while another keeps watch on Chop Shop."
"I already have eyes on the Chop shop. Fat rat, can you take a look?"
[video=youtube;M4nzZ_tHQqg]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4nzZ_tHQqg[/video]
Gionata sat in a comfortable seat watching the race on the opposite side of the horseshoe-shaped stadium from the Terika-Belladonna Company's reserved room. He had been watching them and their entry into the race carefully, as he was convinced that these strangers, these nobodies, were the ones who were really behind the staggeringly successful efforts to destabilize the Mafia over the last few days. Numerous key figures had their heads bashed in. Mafia establishments were torn apart by vandals and gunslingers. Business partners, the racers who had been bribed to help fix the race, had been injured, intimidated, and in Ryan Schafer's case, killed off. They had been slick, but Gio's father, Donatello, had also been dull. Perhaps he was still shaken by Jon's death.
Gio wasn't technically in the "family" anymore, but secrets still trickled back to him. Not to mention, he had his fingers on the pulse of the media, and picked up on all sorts of rumors around the city. He was a new-school mind, the kind of man who was dangerous as hell to an orthodox thinker like Donatello. He had used his network to watch Port Lansky after the massacre in the city the previous night. They spotted a team of bedraggled mercenaries arriving at the port, taking refuge in a ship called the Muramasa. It didn't take long to identify the company, but its leadership was still a mystery. Gio could only hope that they understood his peace offering.
Gio hated his father, and any group that was willing to fight against him was an ally in Gio's world. He couldn't be sure which racer his father had chosen to win, but as the TBC car closed in on the top ten, he found himself increasingly invested in its fortune- saying a quiet prayer that number 01 would take the checkered flag. It would be a death blow before the battle had even properly begun. But Gio was patient. Even if they failed to win the Grand-Prix, Gio could feel the tensions rising fast within the Mafia, and rumors were spreading of a schism within the family. One which he could exploit.
---
Section 9:
Jeb: [B]0[/B] (-5): 5 Positions Lost. Currently in 37th.
Owen: Pit.
Bucky: [B]1[/B]
Frosty: [B]3[/B]
Sledge: N/A
Valkyrie: [B]8[/B]
Pit Crew Total: 12 (/10) = 1
Owen: 4 Positions Gained. Currently in 8th.
Despite a less-than-stellar performance by the pit crew, Owen was now in the top ten, increasingly focused on taking the checkered flag, no matter what. His uncle, on the other hand, was becoming increasingly despondent. There was no way he was going to finish anywhere near the front of the pack, unless there was some sort of miracle. Beyond 20th place, there was no difference in pay, and no glory either. Jeb began to focus on his own safety, as there was no reason to risk his life for a slightly better finish.
Section 10:
Jeb: [B]0[/B] (-5): 5 Positions Lost. Currently in 42nd.
Owen: 3 Positions Gained. Currently in 5th.
Donatello had seen enough. He made a call directly to the pit crew of Jeb Jackson, who in turn called Jeb back into the pit for a seemingly-pointless stop. As it would happen, few racers were in the pit lane at the time of Jeb's entry, which worked all the better for Donatello's last, most desperate scheme. At his order, maintenance men accessed the electrical panels which controlled the track's lighting and [I]turned off all the lighting within the stadium[/I] in a gambit to crash as many cars as possible, clearing the way for Jeb as the incident would be explained as a simple power outage. It didn't matter that the excuse was paper thin and easily disproven. The Don was intent on seeing bets come true.
CH Estimate: 2/3
[B]Actual: 2[/B]
Roll Passed.
As the lights went out, the drivers experienced the sudden terror of a dark circuit in cars without headlights. Some slammed on the brakes and were rammed by those following, others crashed into walls. The sound of tires screeching and cars getting crushed echoed from all directions at once. Owen had practically no time to react as he was approaching a sharp turn. He committed himself to avoiding a potentially-fatal accident:
-Auto Roll-
Owen:
CH Estimate: 3/8
[B]Actual: 6[/B]
Roll Passed.
Owen jerked the wheel while applying the brakes, and in the darkness, the tail slid out from behind him and his car drifted through the turn at high speed, narrowly avoiding the inside wall and a racer blocking the apex. His car then checked the outer wall, scraping away paint as he steadied himself in what he believed to be the center of the road. The lights came back on, and Owen was still in the race.
A red flag was waved, forcing all drivers to stop where they were on the track. The stadium was practically silent as a shaking voice made an announcement over the PA system: "Attention please... we've just experienced a loss of power. Emergency response vehicles are being deployed to the track while we investigate the situation. Everyone, please remain calm so that there are as few distractions for the emergency response crews as possible. There is a high-probability of driver injury."
The snipers in the towers, the crew in the pit, and the watchers in the box all searched the course's contours for Owen's vehicle, and one by one were relieved to find him safely parked in the center of the road. Next, they searched for Jeb, perhaps optimistically, among the wrecks. Only then did they realize that Jeb had been instructed to get out of harm's way just in time. Few racers remained on the track and in competitive shape. It was unclear whether the race would continue at all. Reports began to come in of driver fatalities.
Jag had been unable to see into the windows when the lights were on, but just after the lights went out, Markus was able to scope the room. There were around a dozen Mafia goons waiting around, and a man restrained in a chair- Briggs.
---
Hariim:
CH Estimate: 3/5
[B]Actual: 2[/B]
Roll Failed.
Hariim encountered some surprisingly-sophisticated safeguards against his hacking attempts. Sophisticated in that the goons who set up the fake video feeds had the sense to disable the real cameras so that no one could do what Hariim had tried to do. Hariim got past the decoy feeds only to be met with darkness.
---
Dio stepped into the hallway and walked past the potted plants on his way to the mysterious room. Over the comm, radio chatter revealed that the target was indeed inside, but with a careful check, Dio determined that the unguarded door was locked.
((Those of you who have had characters arrested, please be patient/play as your other characters for the time being. I am setting something up.))
((C'mon Owen you can do this.))
Vakarus looked at Yuga. "Yuga'atvan, do you need me to assist our warhost at the arena?"
Valkyrie was a bit surprised that Owen managed to make it through the wreck. "He might actually win this thing. [I]Holy shit.[/I]" she said, glancing over at the pileup before looking back out towards Owen's car. Now she was immensely regretting betting on number 23, whom was involved in the wreck. There goes a good chunk of credits. Eh, well. She'd earn it all back if Owen wins this...if they let the race continue. "Alright, we gotta step our game up from here on out. We can't fuck this up." she stated, in Bucky and Frosty's direction.
[media]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kYnQYf2AX3Y&ab_channel=CHICCOS777[/media]
Yuga leaned forward in her chair as the lights went out, taken by surprise by the mafias last ditch effort.
As Markus used the time valuably to Locate Briggs and Owen had emerged unscathed from the blackout she squinted delightfully, her crew had performed excellently.
Hariim had been right about his assumption that Briggs might be held in close vicinity to the VIP booth.
There were only Goons and Briggs in that room and no one that they needed alive.
A simple enough task, but it would have to be done with discreet efficiency.
"Fat Rat, this is sextant. Do you have a count of hostiles in the targets room?"
Markus peered over towards the room, but with the lights on the tint worked as intended and he could not see into it again.
"Lights out in the clubhouse again, Cap. I counted at least 3 of 'em, could be more." Markus' voice sounded over the comms.
Yuga tapped her fingers together when Vakarus spoke up.
She glanced over towards him with her usual tired eyes, "Very well, you are proficient in close combat if I remember correctly. Be on your way, you shall assist Switchblade in his task."
She opened comms to Dio, "Switchblade, target is confirmed to be in the locale. Exile will assist you when he arrives. And belay the previous order, not a soul is to leave that room. I trust you can accomplish this without making to much of a mess."
Finally she lifted up her cup and absorbed the last of the tea that was in it before opening the entire comm. "All units, this is Sextant. Everyone remains steadfast and continues to do their duties. Victory is within our grasp. If you fail me you fail the crew."
[QUOTE]"Switchblade, target is confirmed to be in the locale. Exile will assist you when he arrives. And belay the previous order, not a soul is to leave that room. I trust you can accomplish this without making to much of a mess."[/QUOTE]
"Assistance?" Dio laughed. "I can take on all of them by myself, he's just going to drag me down."
Having said that, Dio began thinking about how he's going to enter the room. Loud and dumb while delivering a snappy one liner? Or just something more subtle for his taste? If it was the former, it would be easy as pie but if he want to be silent about this, he's going to need one more thing.
"Hey Sexant, how do you want me to do this? Loud or silent? Because I'm going to need a bottle of tequila ASAP if you want me to be more subtle."
Yuga scoffed when Dio contacted her. This new member was obviously more brash than the other, but if he could perform adequately it would be of no concern.
She leaned in closer to the comm for before replying, "Do you want me to look up the word [I]discreet[/I] for you, Mr. Bradley? Do what you must, but try not to garner any more attention towards the operation. We are to keep our actions as low-key as possible. Have I made myself clear?"
"Yessiree missy." Dio sarcastically replied. "Quiet it is then."
Having said that, Dio quickly went off searching for a tequila bottle or anything that looked like it could've contained alcohol in it. He did eventually find a green bottle poking out of a trash can. Though it was obviously empty, if he could use it just the way he has planned, it's good enough.
[I]Alright let's fucking do this.[/I]
[B][I]*knock knock*[/I][/B]
Vakarus, aware that time was of the essence, quickly made his way to the stadium. Jogging at a rapid speed with a cloak obscuring most of his armored figure, the large and muscular Vakr arrived just in time as Dio knocked on the door.
Pulling back the hood on his cloak while also activating the blades on his staff. As the energized blades shot out from the staff Vakarus nodded towards Dio.
"Greetings bladedancer, I have arrived to assist you in battle against our foes." With that said, Vakarus steeled himself for combat.
As Owen sat on the straight adjacent to turn six in his now parked car, he radioed to the crew, "It's been one of those races...Anyway, how bad is the car? I brushed the outside wall in that blackout mess, I should be fine, wasn't a very hard hit I don't think." Owen then saw reports of driver fatalities and muttered an obscenity under his breath. Leo Farcau crashed out as well and his name appeared on the list of the fatalities. Apparently it proved that everyone not in the mob could be expendable if the circumstances required it. ((I can edit this part if Sega planned to use him again later.))
Owen then radioed the crew again, "I tried my best not to lock my tires during that whole crapfest, I'm still concerned that I could have flat-spotted them, though. Might have to come back in before the restart, dang it."
Ahaz sits in a box seat with some Mafia buddies of his. He's too drunk to watch the race.
Jag took an moment to scan the surroundings of the VIP booth, the Sanghvi opened it's intercom while eying blacken windows.
"Sextant, do I have permission to assist both Fat Rat and Switchblade in termination of target? I don't need to reassure you on my skills of dispatching hostiles in close encounters." Jag relayed.
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