07-24-2017, 09:31 PM
Tor woke up the morning after to a splitting headache and an annoying ringing sound. The former was because of the bender he pulled yesterday; the latter was due to his alarm clock. Silently he wondered to himself why he bothered with such a thing as his hands fumbled around to mute the machine blaring on his dresser. After a few pathetic attempts, his hand finally hit its mark and the noise died down. A few minutes passed as he worked up the will to pull himself out of his plush, twin-sized bed. ...What happened last night? He couldn't remember.
His room, complete with a bathroom, was situated in a side room only accessible from his office, locked behind a door only he had the key to. It was basically the epitome of at-work privacy, just the way he liked it. He had chosen to forego windows, instead using realistic murals with little lights installed to simulate sunlight-- the ghetto that was Tier 5 was not at all pleasing to wake up to, especially when you had the option of making it look like you live at the beach.
He made his way to his private washroom, which, while not all that different from the public one, proved to be more convenient to use now that he was back in his own room. He rubbed his eyes, pausing as he noticed something black on the palms of his hands. He yanked them back in panic, staring at the mirror to see if anything else about him had changed. Thankfully the answer was no, and when he examined the markings further, he realized that it was just something written on his hands in Sharpie. Even though things had gotten a little smudged, the message was still readable-- and it was in his handwriting too, if the all-caps font was any indication.
"AUDREY WANTS TO SEE YOU. BRING A COUPLE FRIENDS." Following that was an address in Tier 5.
Suddenly the events of last night came rushing back to him; the bar, the black-and-white lady he had recognized there, the plan to rob someone and Tier 2, and the agreement that they were way too drunk to organize it that night. He even recalled frantically scribbling on his hands because he didn't have any paper, electing a laugh from the vampire.
He needed to get ready.
The building they had decided to group up in was fairly ruined by Tier 5 standards. It used to be an asylum, but apparently a maniacal villain had taken it over a long time ago. They said the inmates had run rampant with chainsaws and various other types of heavy weaponry, and the workers there had been so stressed then that the incident had caused several of the staff to snap and join the massacre right then and there. The establishment was originally full of maniacs, but now that the person leading the revolt had vanished, so too did the group that once called the place home.
Tor kicked the door open, sending the rusting piece of metal careening into the wall with a loud *THUNK* as he and his two crew members entered. To his left was an anthropomorphic panda, with reddish and white fur, pacing along in oriental clothing. She carried a bag over her shoulder, a laptop sticking out of the opening. Her blue eyes flickered around, scanning the area. To his right marched a man in a black shroud hoodie, hiding the entirety of his body. The light of a laser-sight peeked out of his robes. Their leader, of course, marched in the middle, bat in hand.
They found Audrey's group waiting inside the reception area. Aside from the woman herself, the rest of her team was human, and the two were dressed as if they had a hot date or something. Not that the reflection had the right to say anything, given that he wore similar things everyday (although he only did that because he thought it made him look extra-charming).
"Well," the lady began, lacing her fingers together, "that's quite the motley crew you got there."
Tor shrugged. "Hey, as long as they can do their jobs right, my doors are always open. Anyway, this is Lin Bao." The pandaren glanced up from her computer screen and nodded in acknowledgement. "And this is... um... okay, I can never pronounce your name."
"Oxr'klk'rt," answered the robed man.
"Yeah, that. What about your guys, doll?"
She gave them the introductions, and then they entered the planning phase. The target? Eric Clapton, inventor of the camera system that the police currently use. He definitely had to have a boatload of moolah tucked away somewhere, or even some valuable items. But even though they had the location, they needed to figure out how to break into the inner workings without landing themselves in jail. Suggestions flew about the room, roaming all over the place until one of them finally landed.
"Vacuum salesmen!" Tor shouted, slamming his hands on the table. The others stared at him, confused at his sudden outburst. "Audrey and I will pretend to be vacuum salesmen!" In his excitement, he hopped on top of the table, pointing at his hacker buddy. The panda didn't react, given that this was pretty normal behavior for the gang leader. "Lin! Remember that prototype you were working on?"
She nodded, digging into her bag and pulling out a tiny device that resembled a spider covered in blusish-black plating. After plugging a USB device into the computer, she pressed on the keyboard, manipulating the machine to the other side of the table. It looked up to stare at Audrey, whereupon the panda turned her laptop so the group could see that she could see what the bug could see.
"We're gonna smuggle this in, right?" Asked the vampire, tapping on the portable camera. Lin Bao frantically gestured for her to stop touching it.
"Right! Most of us will pose as the salesmen, offer a demonstration..."
"And then you'll drop off the ArachCam somewhere safe and I'll case the place," added the panda. "Plus I can use it to connect to whatever systems are available in the house. Definitely a lot easier to hack into a place if you own one of the nearby connections."
"But what about Unpronouncable over here? Doubt he'd fit in."
"I'll. K'keep. Watch. Back'kup. Fire."
"So are we ready?!" Tor cheered, raising his fists in the air.
"Ooh, we're gonna get so many simoleans!"
His room, complete with a bathroom, was situated in a side room only accessible from his office, locked behind a door only he had the key to. It was basically the epitome of at-work privacy, just the way he liked it. He had chosen to forego windows, instead using realistic murals with little lights installed to simulate sunlight-- the ghetto that was Tier 5 was not at all pleasing to wake up to, especially when you had the option of making it look like you live at the beach.
He made his way to his private washroom, which, while not all that different from the public one, proved to be more convenient to use now that he was back in his own room. He rubbed his eyes, pausing as he noticed something black on the palms of his hands. He yanked them back in panic, staring at the mirror to see if anything else about him had changed. Thankfully the answer was no, and when he examined the markings further, he realized that it was just something written on his hands in Sharpie. Even though things had gotten a little smudged, the message was still readable-- and it was in his handwriting too, if the all-caps font was any indication.
"AUDREY WANTS TO SEE YOU. BRING A COUPLE FRIENDS." Following that was an address in Tier 5.
Suddenly the events of last night came rushing back to him; the bar, the black-and-white lady he had recognized there, the plan to rob someone and Tier 2, and the agreement that they were way too drunk to organize it that night. He even recalled frantically scribbling on his hands because he didn't have any paper, electing a laugh from the vampire.
He needed to get ready.
The building they had decided to group up in was fairly ruined by Tier 5 standards. It used to be an asylum, but apparently a maniacal villain had taken it over a long time ago. They said the inmates had run rampant with chainsaws and various other types of heavy weaponry, and the workers there had been so stressed then that the incident had caused several of the staff to snap and join the massacre right then and there. The establishment was originally full of maniacs, but now that the person leading the revolt had vanished, so too did the group that once called the place home.
Tor kicked the door open, sending the rusting piece of metal careening into the wall with a loud *THUNK* as he and his two crew members entered. To his left was an anthropomorphic panda, with reddish and white fur, pacing along in oriental clothing. She carried a bag over her shoulder, a laptop sticking out of the opening. Her blue eyes flickered around, scanning the area. To his right marched a man in a black shroud hoodie, hiding the entirety of his body. The light of a laser-sight peeked out of his robes. Their leader, of course, marched in the middle, bat in hand.
They found Audrey's group waiting inside the reception area. Aside from the woman herself, the rest of her team was human, and the two were dressed as if they had a hot date or something. Not that the reflection had the right to say anything, given that he wore similar things everyday (although he only did that because he thought it made him look extra-charming).
"Well," the lady began, lacing her fingers together, "that's quite the motley crew you got there."
Tor shrugged. "Hey, as long as they can do their jobs right, my doors are always open. Anyway, this is Lin Bao." The pandaren glanced up from her computer screen and nodded in acknowledgement. "And this is... um... okay, I can never pronounce your name."
"Oxr'klk'rt," answered the robed man.
"Yeah, that. What about your guys, doll?"
She gave them the introductions, and then they entered the planning phase. The target? Eric Clapton, inventor of the camera system that the police currently use. He definitely had to have a boatload of moolah tucked away somewhere, or even some valuable items. But even though they had the location, they needed to figure out how to break into the inner workings without landing themselves in jail. Suggestions flew about the room, roaming all over the place until one of them finally landed.
"Vacuum salesmen!" Tor shouted, slamming his hands on the table. The others stared at him, confused at his sudden outburst. "Audrey and I will pretend to be vacuum salesmen!" In his excitement, he hopped on top of the table, pointing at his hacker buddy. The panda didn't react, given that this was pretty normal behavior for the gang leader. "Lin! Remember that prototype you were working on?"
She nodded, digging into her bag and pulling out a tiny device that resembled a spider covered in blusish-black plating. After plugging a USB device into the computer, she pressed on the keyboard, manipulating the machine to the other side of the table. It looked up to stare at Audrey, whereupon the panda turned her laptop so the group could see that she could see what the bug could see.
"We're gonna smuggle this in, right?" Asked the vampire, tapping on the portable camera. Lin Bao frantically gestured for her to stop touching it.
"Right! Most of us will pose as the salesmen, offer a demonstration..."
"And then you'll drop off the ArachCam somewhere safe and I'll case the place," added the panda. "Plus I can use it to connect to whatever systems are available in the house. Definitely a lot easier to hack into a place if you own one of the nearby connections."
"But what about Unpronouncable over here? Doubt he'd fit in."
"I'll. K'keep. Watch. Back'kup. Fire."
"So are we ready?!" Tor cheered, raising his fists in the air.
"Ooh, we're gonna get so many simoleans!"
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