08-07-2016, 06:50 PM
"What's this place called again?" Blink asked as she trotted along a surprisingly busy street in Costa del Sol. It was dusk in the port city, and while she was knew the night life was supposed to be pretty lively, this particular road wasn't connected to anything exciting. Despite that, it felt like she was bar crawling back on Earth, struggling to stay on the main path as party-goers shoulders their way around her. "This place better be worth it. I hate crowds."
"Me too," Rufus agreed. He had a hand on the dark trenchcoat that Blink was wearing as a way to keep herself from being noticeable, so they didn't get split up. "It's called the Peggin' Parrot."
Blink looked up at Rufus with another one of her famous 'are you fucking kidding me?' faces. He laughed at her reaction and just shrugged. "I didn't name it. It's where the Omni-Pirates hang out."
"Awwww," she pouted, "And here I thought you were just taking me out on the town. I didn't know we were going to do work." She gave a flirty little giggle, which Rufus just smirked at. It wasn't that Blink had any intentions of sleeping with him, but he was her only male friend (scratch that, only friend) so it was hard to avoid fooling around and being silly.
"Something tells me it'll plenty of fun." He told her, but kept it vague. "You get to pretend to be a crime boss. Just like you always wanted.
She laughed again. "Yea, just make sure you be a good little bodyguard for me." They had set up the 'undercover identities' already, though she doubted it was going to be needed. After all, they just needed to get close enough to the Shieldmaiden to talk to her privately. Getting to go undercover was really more for practice then anything. Unlike Blink's last Exiles team, this one was going to need a lot more intrigue and stealth.
They turned down onto a busier street, which was clearly the main road for the night life of Costa del Sol. They were right by a tall casino with gold neon lights all around the front of it. Though Blink did look at it for a moment, the teleporter's eyes were drawn past it a few buildings down a much smaller structure. The red sign with a bright stencil'd bird above it said 'The Peggin' Pirate.' This was their destination. They were going to visit the Omni-Pirates, which was a band of mercenaries that pretended to be pirates of the Vasty Deep. In reality, they were supposedly just a troublemaking gang that paid the bills through a protection racket in Costa del Sol. Blink and Rufus' interest in them was through their bodyguard, a blade-wielding warrioress known as 'The Shieldmaiden.' They were looking to recruit her as part of The Exiles Detective Agency.
Once they reached the bar, Blink was able to get an idea of how busy it was. It had a large wooden door leading inside, as well as an outside section that didn't appear to be used much. Rufus held the door open for Blink, and they headed inside. The interior of the bar was dark, lit mostly by the strobe globes hanging from the ceiling and glow-sicks and signs around the perimeter. A tall black guy was standing in the entryway separating the entrance from the main floor. He put his hand up to stop them from advancing. "This is a private club."
"Awwww," Blink pouted, putting her cute face on. "We just want to have a couple drinks. What's wrong with that?"
Rufus stepped up behind Blink, but didn't say anything. He did a good job of appearing to be her muscle, or at least a very quiet boyfriend. For someone that was all muscle and all action, he jumped into 'character' very fast. A good trait for when they began to actually do detective work.
The bouncer looked down at her. She was wearing a black trenchcoat, but it was deliberately left open to expose her green tank top. She didn't 'dress sexy' very often, but tonight was a night where it was necessary. When the tall security guard glanced down, he inadvertently gazed right down into strategically exposed cleavage. She watched as his eyes twitched quickly to look up at her fuchsia face instead. "Well, uh..."
"You sure you can't make an exception, for me?" She stepped in close to him, smiling with her dark lips.
"It's..." he stammered, giving up his own cover. He might have been tall, but he was obviously not trained for security. Or pretty girls. "It's a private bar. I can't. This bar is run by the Omni-Pirates. It's invite-only."
Claire frowned a bit. Not for her sake, but for his. She was hoping that her method would work and nothing further was required. She stepped back and shrugged. "Rufus, take care of this."
"Gladly."
The dark-skinned security guard didn't even get a chance to react before Rufus expertly socked him with his fist right between the eyes. Blink hadn't seen a man get knocked out that fast and quiet in a long time. When the big man fell forward, Rufus caught him expertly and then slumped him up to the side, against the wall. He then pushed the door open to the club and put his hand up. "After you."
"Thank you," she said, still playing up the character of a mob-wife type of girl. She stepped over the fallen body of the bouncer and into the main bar. When the door shut behind her, she was able to get a really solid look at what she was up against.
There were no pirates. No mercenaries. It was just a bar run by a gang that liked to dress like scallywags. Blink admired some of the costumes, both of the men and the whores alike, as she guided Rufus towards the bar. Girls were dancing up in cages or on circular platforms while surrounded by men. Up towards the back of the bar, on a balcony leading into a VIP room, were some on-lookers that didn't recognize. Well, not completely. Behind the men in pirate uniforms was her mark: The Shieldmaiden. "Our girl is on the balcony," Rufus told her, moments after she noticed her herself. She nodded.
Blink took a seat on a stool and smiled politely at the bartender. Rufus stood next to her, acting like a proper bodyguard, faced outward.
"What can I get you?" The skinny man with an eyepatch asked her.
"I want to meet the idiot that runs this place," she said with a smile. The bartender tilted his head in confusion. "Also, a diet coke please."
"Me too," Rufus agreed. He had a hand on the dark trenchcoat that Blink was wearing as a way to keep herself from being noticeable, so they didn't get split up. "It's called the Peggin' Parrot."
Blink looked up at Rufus with another one of her famous 'are you fucking kidding me?' faces. He laughed at her reaction and just shrugged. "I didn't name it. It's where the Omni-Pirates hang out."
"Awwww," she pouted, "And here I thought you were just taking me out on the town. I didn't know we were going to do work." She gave a flirty little giggle, which Rufus just smirked at. It wasn't that Blink had any intentions of sleeping with him, but he was her only male friend (scratch that, only friend) so it was hard to avoid fooling around and being silly.
"Something tells me it'll plenty of fun." He told her, but kept it vague. "You get to pretend to be a crime boss. Just like you always wanted.
She laughed again. "Yea, just make sure you be a good little bodyguard for me." They had set up the 'undercover identities' already, though she doubted it was going to be needed. After all, they just needed to get close enough to the Shieldmaiden to talk to her privately. Getting to go undercover was really more for practice then anything. Unlike Blink's last Exiles team, this one was going to need a lot more intrigue and stealth.
They turned down onto a busier street, which was clearly the main road for the night life of Costa del Sol. They were right by a tall casino with gold neon lights all around the front of it. Though Blink did look at it for a moment, the teleporter's eyes were drawn past it a few buildings down a much smaller structure. The red sign with a bright stencil'd bird above it said 'The Peggin' Pirate.' This was their destination. They were going to visit the Omni-Pirates, which was a band of mercenaries that pretended to be pirates of the Vasty Deep. In reality, they were supposedly just a troublemaking gang that paid the bills through a protection racket in Costa del Sol. Blink and Rufus' interest in them was through their bodyguard, a blade-wielding warrioress known as 'The Shieldmaiden.' They were looking to recruit her as part of The Exiles Detective Agency.
Once they reached the bar, Blink was able to get an idea of how busy it was. It had a large wooden door leading inside, as well as an outside section that didn't appear to be used much. Rufus held the door open for Blink, and they headed inside. The interior of the bar was dark, lit mostly by the strobe globes hanging from the ceiling and glow-sicks and signs around the perimeter. A tall black guy was standing in the entryway separating the entrance from the main floor. He put his hand up to stop them from advancing. "This is a private club."
"Awwww," Blink pouted, putting her cute face on. "We just want to have a couple drinks. What's wrong with that?"
Rufus stepped up behind Blink, but didn't say anything. He did a good job of appearing to be her muscle, or at least a very quiet boyfriend. For someone that was all muscle and all action, he jumped into 'character' very fast. A good trait for when they began to actually do detective work.
The bouncer looked down at her. She was wearing a black trenchcoat, but it was deliberately left open to expose her green tank top. She didn't 'dress sexy' very often, but tonight was a night where it was necessary. When the tall security guard glanced down, he inadvertently gazed right down into strategically exposed cleavage. She watched as his eyes twitched quickly to look up at her fuchsia face instead. "Well, uh..."
"You sure you can't make an exception, for me?" She stepped in close to him, smiling with her dark lips.
"It's..." he stammered, giving up his own cover. He might have been tall, but he was obviously not trained for security. Or pretty girls. "It's a private bar. I can't. This bar is run by the Omni-Pirates. It's invite-only."
Claire frowned a bit. Not for her sake, but for his. She was hoping that her method would work and nothing further was required. She stepped back and shrugged. "Rufus, take care of this."
"Gladly."
The dark-skinned security guard didn't even get a chance to react before Rufus expertly socked him with his fist right between the eyes. Blink hadn't seen a man get knocked out that fast and quiet in a long time. When the big man fell forward, Rufus caught him expertly and then slumped him up to the side, against the wall. He then pushed the door open to the club and put his hand up. "After you."
"Thank you," she said, still playing up the character of a mob-wife type of girl. She stepped over the fallen body of the bouncer and into the main bar. When the door shut behind her, she was able to get a really solid look at what she was up against.
There were no pirates. No mercenaries. It was just a bar run by a gang that liked to dress like scallywags. Blink admired some of the costumes, both of the men and the whores alike, as she guided Rufus towards the bar. Girls were dancing up in cages or on circular platforms while surrounded by men. Up towards the back of the bar, on a balcony leading into a VIP room, were some on-lookers that didn't recognize. Well, not completely. Behind the men in pirate uniforms was her mark: The Shieldmaiden. "Our girl is on the balcony," Rufus told her, moments after she noticed her herself. She nodded.
Blink took a seat on a stool and smiled politely at the bartender. Rufus stood next to her, acting like a proper bodyguard, faced outward.
"What can I get you?" The skinny man with an eyepatch asked her.
"I want to meet the idiot that runs this place," she said with a smile. The bartender tilted his head in confusion. "Also, a diet coke please."
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