Arrival of Rogues

[Kyle Crane]

Since they departed for the Rebel base, they had walked the streets of Tier 5 for an hour. None of them are quite sure where they'll be stopping at except for Cassie. The streets are cold, and the roads, unapproachable due to the traffic congesting them.

"Are you sure you know where we're going?" Mick asks.

"You're just lost, aren't you, Cassie?" Leonard adds. He has, since departure, zipped up his parka.

"We'll get there. Trust me." Cassie responds.

"Why couldn't we go by car, or something?" Mick complains.

"Because the roads are so cluttered you can't even WALK on them, let alone travel by vehicle." Cassie fires back.

Then, they hit a dead end.

"...We're lost." Leonard states simply. "I'm out." He then begins to turn around.

"One wrong turn doesn't mean we're lost." Cassie says, running after him. Mick rolls his eyes, sighing, and slowly walks over to the rest of the group.

"How do you know it was just one wrong turn?" Mick asks.

"Can everyone please stop? I will gladly grant a lack of my fist in your face as a response." Cassie says.

"Someone has a temper, don't they?" Snart asks. Cassie just rolls her eyes, coming across the crossroads where the wrong turn was made. It was a 4-way street. She raises her hand up to the earpiece, allowing her to communicate with the Rebellion.

"Hey. It's Cassie. I've forgotten the path to the base." Cassie says.

"Told you we're lost." Snart comments. He gets a particularly unfriendly glance from Cassie, before she focuses on the call again.

"I'm at the crossroads. I know I was supposed to head this far, but nothing past here. I took a left, and made it to a dead end. I'm back at the crossroads now...Uh-huh...Okay...Alright...Yeah, I got it. Bye."

She then hangs up. "Apparently, we were supposed to head to the dead end, then use the streets to get around and go up, since Omni knows we aren't just walking across." Mallis explains.

"I still say you just got us lost." Cold says. This prompts another murderous glance. They then perform a full 180 and start walking back towards the dead end again.

"So...While we have plenty of time to pass, what were your worlds like?" Cassie asks, turning towards the Rogues.

"We come from the same place." Leonard says. "Things were at a middle-point in technology, when compared to what you see here or what you see in Camelot. We robbed a bank here and there, got shot at a few times...At some point, we...'Acquired...' Tech from a company called S.T.A.R Labs. They don't exactly make double A batteries."

"I can assume that." Cassie responds.

"So, Mick got a handheld flamethrower, and I got...The Cold Gun." Snart says.

"Essentially, he got a glorified freeze ray." Heat Wave comments.

"I'll have you know, it turns down temperatures to absolute zero." Cold responds to Mick. "...Or, used to, anyway. Now, I guess he's sort of right."

"How'd you figure that out, anyway?" Mick asks.

"I've taken the Cold Gun apart and put it back together...Quite a bit." Snart says. "Needed to make sure I could put it back together again if a certain psychic went after me."

"You met that telekinetic guy?" Rory asks.

"It's mostly just been the occasional rumor down on tier 6 or 7, most people don't believe he even exists...But when you're living somewhere like the Omniverse, it's better safe than sorry."

"I met that guy on my first day. It was a rough fight, but I killed him."

"I find that hard to believe." Snart says, turning away from his companion and beginning to walk. Mick then notices that they reached the dead end. Or, more accurately, the wall reminds him. Cassie giggles a little, then grabs him and pulls him away from the wall, continuing on.

"So, enough talk about us...What's your world like?" Leonard asks.

"...Believe it or not, it was much like where we are now. Right down to the name." Cassie states. "Coruscant...The city-planet of Coruscant, the heart of the Empire...That's where I grew up. At first, I was happy there...Really, I was...Then, I finally took a good look beyond the scenery. It's a military state. They have so many cameras. Stormtroopers all around, cluttering the streets. The place isn't as great as everyone makes it out to be."

"Then what?" Mick asks.

"After a while...I found the Rebellion. Essentially, where I am now. I got pulled into the Omniverse, where I went about searching and found it again. Since I discovered it, I devoted my life to training...And fighting. To end the tyranny he...Palpatine...Has spread upon Coruscant."

Then, they arrive, at...A hotel.

"This doesn't look very...Rebel-base-y." Mick says.

"On the surface? It isn't." Cassie says. Opening the door, she turns towards the one running the hotel. The man seems to be in his late 30's. Kinda chubby, with black, short hair that's turning grey at the temples. Similarly black beard. Wearing a red T-shirt and black jeans.

"Calling crows." Cassie states. The runner nods, it apparently being some sort of password. He then motions for the group to come behind the counter, which they do. He quietly reaches under his desk, and reveals...Two empty pegs. He then opens a drawer, grabbing a handle, and inserts it into it.

"A...Handle in the floor?" Snart asks.

"Hidden trapdoor." the owner explains, apparently being hispanic, if the accent is any indication. Cassie takes a quick look around. Thankfully, no cameras that she could see.

"Go, now...The Rebellion awaits."

[Kyle Crane]

The interior of the hidden Rebel base wasn't quite what Mick expected. The walls and floors are both formed of solid concrete, with the ceiling being not much different. It's illuminated with simple lightbulbs in sockets on the roof, though no switch is seen to turn them on or off. The room they're in right now is mostly a hallway, with three doors on each side, and one more in the back.

"This...Isn't quite what I was expecting." Mick says. The group then hears footsteps upstairs, and talking, but they can't make anything in particular out.

"Something tells me we might have company." Snart states.

"Ya think?" Cassie asks. Then, more footsteps. The man who walked in appears to be...Leaving.

"Well, that's good." Leonard says. "Now, where are we supposed to be going, exactly?"

"Well, everyone's in the command room, down at the end, so I guess I can just introduce you guys." Mallis explains. "They've had a lot of throwaway plans, but not much really exciting. Grant says they're close to a breakthrough, though."

"So, I'm assuming the most exciting thing that happened here was the factory takeover...Which you sent me in to do?" Mick asks. "I saw the clean-up crew, by the way...Four walking towards the factory, so I'm guessing they won't be present..."

"They're never in the command room until they're actually being sent out, anyway." Cassie says. "Normally, it's just me, Grant, Wey and LaRoque."

They finally enter the command room. A single, tri-screen computer is in the room, with no Dataverse connection - only a few programs on icons at the bottom, and what appears to be a Word document up, with a plan seemingly typed out. Three guys in chairs turn to face the group.

One of them seemingly isn't even an adult yet, presumably in his mid-teens. He has a scar below his left eye. His hair is black, and happens to be covering said left eye, though the scar is still apparent. He's wearing a black T-shirt with a pocket on the right side, and tan jeans. He's wearing black boots.

Then, there's one to his left. A girl, early 20's by the looks of it, wearing a grey sweatshirt with a black jacket over it. Black jeans. She has blue eyes, and interestingly blue hair.

Then, to the right of the first guy, brown hair in a bowl haircut. Goggles quite similar to Mick's own, wearing a black overcoat. He seems kinda shady.

Cassie gestures to the one in the middle first. "That's Jon Grant...He's the leader of the team." Cassie says.

"You seem a bit small to be leading a team of renegades to certain death against the Empire." Snart remarks.

"I'm not small. I just live in a big world." Grant responds. Cassie then gestures to the girl.

"That's Wendy Wey. She's our demolitions expert." Cassie explains.

"You handle explosives?" Mick asks. "I like you already." Wey smiles.

"And, another destruction-lover..." Grant says. "That's...Unfortunate." Cassie rolls her eyes, and gestures to the guy on the right.

"That's Jerry LaRoque. He's-"

"Obviously taking after my fashion style." Mick comments with a smirk. This provokes a facepalm from Jerry.

"...He's our tech guy." Cassie adds. She sends another murderous look at Mick before turning her attention to the group. "LaRoque, Wey, Grant...These are our new recruits. Leonard Snart and Mick Rory. We're hoping they'll be our offensive for future plans."

"Sounds good. The more the merrier." Wey says, speaking with what sounds kinda like a British accent.

"Welcome to the team..." Grant says. "First tip; Don't call me small again."

"We get it, you're really focused on that 'tough guy' look." Snart says, rolling his eyes under his shades. Grant cusses under his breath, then turns his attention to the monitor.

"Luckily, all we were missing was a front-man, because the clean-up crew is being assigned to the factory." Grant says. "I'll go over the plan now."

"Sounds like fun." Mick says. "Will you give me some time to get my gun back first, though?"

"Of course. We're waiting until tomorrow morning." Grant states, leaning back in his chair. "Speaking of which...Before tomorrow, we'd love to have something in our base other than some weak artillery and the stuff in here...You're a Prime, aren't you, Mick?"

"Yeah..." Mick says.

"You can probably gear out the base before we get ready to rest..." Grant says. "Anyway...Should I go over the plan now, or wait until tomorrow?"

"You might as well go over it now." Wey says. "If anyone forgets by tomorrow, we can easily just remind them."

"Alright..." Grant says. He turns towards the monitors again. "Here's the plan..."

[Kyle Crane]

Grant opens another program on the computer. A video pops up, displaying a 3D, rotating view of what appears to be an EPD police station. Some areas are obscured behind a black fog.

"This...Is an EPD police station. Placed up on Tier 2, on the same block as one of the elevators." Grant states. "Normally, they have two guards at the front doors on each side, one at the desk with a secretary, and a guard for each prisoner being held in the cells higher up. That's all the information we've gathered on the area."

Mick nods to the young Rebel leader.

"There are likely more Coruscant officers in the building, but we couldn't gather enough intel through scouting. They don't let the public see much of it, and we honestly got lucky with getting to see the cells."

"And what is the plan, exactly, shorty?" Cold asks.

"...The PLAN, Snart..." Grant says. "The PLAN was what I was just about to explain." He rolls his eyes, and opens the word document. "This is going to require Rory, Mallis, and LaRoque."

Rory and LaRoque nod. Cassie gives a thumbs-up.

"Mallis. You're gonna be guiding Mick. If he forgets the plan, you're gonna be giving him instructions."

"Got it." Cassie says.

"LaRoque. Getting you in and out of the security room is gonna be the tricky part." Grant says, shifting to face Jerry. "Tonight, Wey's gonna find the current guard for the day shift on his way home and knock him out. You're gonna take the uniform, and Mick will form a counterfeit ID card." Jon explains. The demolitionist nods in Grant's direction, as does LaRoque.

"Mick...You're gonna be the one heading in." Grant says. "You will summon a disguise to hide amongst the civilians. I saw the current bounty board on the Dataverse, and...All they've described you with is essentially 'wears goggles, carries around handheld flamethrower'."

"Uh, the bounty board..." Mick says. "...Is what it said about me gonna be a problem?"

"You'll be closely observed. That's all I can say." Grant says.

"Alright..." the Rogue states.

"Anyway, I'm instructing you to get inside, and carefully...Remove...As many Stormtroopers as you can. Maybe grab a blaster on the way?" the young leader states. "And above all, don't get yourself or LaRoque killed."

"Understood." Rory says.

"Even if you're a prime, it's gonna be a hell of a trip getting back here if you get killed." Grant says. "Especially since you're a known criminal."

"Is there anything else to this plan?" Heat Wave finally asks.

"Be as careful when eliminating officers, as you can." Jon instructs. "Get rid of them out of sight of other Troopers. Make sure the body is somehow concealed. And if Dredd shows up...Run like hell."

Mick nods.

"Now...Before tomorrow, you really should get healed up. We have a medbay, first door to the left." the Rebel leader suggests. "A Prime stopped by briefly a week ago, it's all we really have, we haven't seen him since."

"Who exactly is this Prime...?" the arsonist inquires.

"Dunno who he is, but he called himself the Mind Master. Wore a mask and a suit, like some sort of Batman wannabe. Didn't really see much of what he does." Jon says.

"...He came after me last night. He had beef with me." Mick states with a sigh. "I took him out, no idea where he is now."

Grant sighs. "This is why we can't have nice things." he states, getting up. "Anyway...I really suggest you get to that medbay, it's the only piece of tech we really have right now."

"Got it..." Mick says.

"After you use the medbay for...I'm gonna say your injuries will take an hour or two...Climb out and get to bed. Mack upstairs will offer you a room free of charge." Grant states.

"Alright." Mick says. He then leaves, and enters the medbay room. The medbay itself looks like a pod of some sort. There's a console in front of it, with an "ON" and "OFF" button. The pod is open at the time. Mick gets into the pod, and presses the on button, before pulling his arm back into the pod. A glass windshield closes around him.

"Scanning injuries...Injuries detected. Estimated recovery time: 1 hour."

Mick relaxes, and the machine begins its work.

[Kyle Crane]

The next morning, Mick groggily awakens, not entirely remembering last night. There's a small nightstand, with a black bowler hat on it. Remembering just how he got it, Mick considers picking it up, before inevitably opting against it. His goggles and earpiece are also nearby it, which he quickly takes and re-equips. There's a small bathroom, and a table. Leaving his room, Mick calls the Rebellion, to see who's awake.

"Hey...Anyone awake...?" Mick asks, sounding somewhat tired.

"Everyone is." Grant responds. "You're a bit late to be waking up. The mission was to start this MORNING. It's 1 o' clock."

"The mission...I forgot." Rory says.

"Of course you did." LaRoque responds.

"You were to be going undercover and infiltrating a Coruscant police station..." Cassie chimes in.

"Guessing I'm gonna need a uniform, then...?" the arsonist inquires.

"You've seen what Stormtroopers look like..." Grant says. "You're a Prime...Summon a uniform, change in your hotel room, and move out."

So that's what Mick does. Heading back into his hotel room, he takes 10 minutes to summon a suit and helmet, and another 5 for an empty gun. He then proceeds to leave the hotel. The owner greets him somewhat nervously as he leaves, which was to be understood - he doesn't know the plan, and currently a group of Rebels has a base directly underneath his feet.

As he walks, Mick takes a look around. Nothing of much interest. A multitude of shops dot the streets. Taking a turn at the corner, Mick notes some graffiti on the wall, written in black paint, reading simply:

"IT'S ME!"

Hmm...

Continuing to walk, Mick continues to survey the area. The roads are, as usual, congested with vehicles to the point of being unusable. Should the need to head to the other side of the street present itself, he'd surely have to find another way. Another corner presents itself, and from there, Mick notes the elevator. Approaching it, he prepares to head into the higher tiers.

***

In the meantime, in the Rebel base, Grant and Cassie are waiting for a report to come in from either of the Rebels they sent on this operation. Nothing yet.

"So..." Grant says. "This Mick Rory guy...Are you sure we can trust him?"

"It wasn't hard to convince him to do that job for us. If he was an immediate threat, I'd know." Cassie says.

"His bounty displayed that he assaulted two Stormtroopers unprovoked. And they went down." Jon states, leaning back. "If he's capable of downing two Stormtroopers and walking off any shots they got off on him...Who knows what he could do if he goes hostile."

Just as Cassie opens his mouth, he continues. "Of course...Then again...That's not to say he would be able to handle all of us at once." the Rebel leader states. "And, if it got to that point..."

He gets up, looking away from her for a few seconds. He brushes the hair over his left eye away from his face. Before Mallis could question, Grant turns back, his left eye being void of color, just pure white. His scar briefly flashes a similar white. Cassie goes wide-eyed, never having seen the leader's left eye unconcealed before. Jon remains with a straight face.

"He'd know just why I lead our little group."

The Rebel recruiter is not quite sure what to think. He smirks, his hair going back into it's original position.

"Relax..." he states. "It's the Omniverse. People with power...Is nothing new."

She turns towards the door, then to him, then to the door again...

"...I guess you have a point..." Cassie says. "I just...Didn't expect that..."

"This is the one place where expectations are meaningless." Grant says.

"...I guess you're right..." Mallis responds.

He sits back down, and they continue waiting for a status update.

[Kyle Crane]

The arsonist steps out into the streets of tier 2, and looks around. The shining steel skyscrapers across the street intrigue him, as well as the people walking along the ground. Walking, he continues surveying the area. Quite a few officers, with quite a few more guns.

Well, it might be best to stay away from them...

Looking around, Mick sights a right turn ahead. Continuing to walk, he looks around at the other troopers in the area and takes a similar position - gun held in two hands, with a march not out of place in a military organization.

Then, he comes across the station. Walking towards it, he sees Stormtroopers actively entering and exiting the building, barely acknowledging Mick as they pass. Walking up to the door, Mick enters, and almost 2 seconds afterwards, is stopped by one of the many white-suited guards.

"Hold on just a minute, sir." he says.

"What's the hold-up?" the Rogue responds.

"I'm afraid you're gonna have to remove the helmet. Scanners indicated you're a Prime, gotta make sure you're on our payroll."

"...You're kidding, right?" Mick asks.

"...Remove. The helmet." the soldier states.

"...Do I have to?" Mick asks. At that moment, the Stormtrooper grabs the helmet with one hand, and pulls it off Mick.

"...Yeah, I expected such." the guard states, noting Mick isn't on their payroll. "Alright, everybody aim..."

Mick sees the other Stormtroopers lining up shots. Noting the only way he's getting out of here is likely to fight his way out, he decides to get the first strike. Throwing the opponent's helmet off of him, Mick throws a punch. The other Stormtroopers prepare to fire.

This is gonna suck.

Then, gunshots are heard. Two blaster bolts hit Mick's right arm, causing him to curse under his breath and drop the empty rifle he was carrying. Raising his fists, he prepares to fight...

***

"How do you think Mick's doing so far?" Cassie asks, lounging back.

"Well, he forgot to supply LaRoque with a counterfeit ID, meaning he couldn't infiltrate the security room and was promptly thrown out at the front door..." Grant says. "He never summoned a usable weapon, and he was likely stopped at the door."

"Why?"

"I forgot to tell him there was a scanner." the young Rebel admits. "...He's probably dead."

"Why is it our first recruit in half a year had to die?" the girl continues, facepalming.

"He'll be back...You do remember that he's a Prime, correct?" Jon asks.

"...Yes, I remember that he's a Prime."

Snart enters the room, sitting down at the chair next to Cassie.

"Snart...What took you so long?" Grant asks.

"I had some business to take care of." the Rogue states. "Why are you guys sitting around down here?"

"Hoping Mick reports back today." Mallis responds.

"If not, he's probably dead, but he'll be back either way." Jon states.

"Let's hope." Leonard says. He leans back, and the Rebels continue waiting for a call of some sort from Mick...

[Storyteller]

"He's awake," one of the stormtroopers said. The Law Around Here looked up from the files in front of him to glance at the one-way mirror. Inside the next room, you could clearly see the bald captive shaking his head to get the cobwebs clear. He looked groggy, but very much aware of his situation. That was good. That was how Judge Dredd needed him to be. He needed to have a clear head for what came next.

"Stay in here," the judge directed, closing the manila envelope in front of him and taking it with him out of the room. It was time to put the ball in motion. If he was going to nip the problems that he was having in Coruscant in the bud, he was going to need to set up a playing field that gave him the advantage...but wouldn't be too big of a loss if it went wrong. He walked down the dimly hallway just a few feet, to the next room, and stepped in. "Mr. Rory," he said to the man in front of him. "Did you have a nice nap?"

Mick Rory was sitting on an uncomfortably small steel chair, with his hands cuffed through the back of it to keep him down. His ankles were also cuffed, but to the floor rather then each other or the chair. He looked up at this new figure that stepped in the room, eyes almost rolled back as he glared. "It was nice." He said, the sarcasm thick in his rugged voice. He had a talented way of being funny while retaining his general badassness. "Had to catch up on my beauty sleep."

The man in the metallic helmet smirked. This was unusual for him...to smile. Especially this early in the conversation. It was either a good thing or a bad thing for Rory. Neither of them knew which.

"Where am I?" Mick asked, but it wasn't phrased like a question. It was more like a demand for an answer. The last thing he remembered was engaging stormtroopers in a fight. He had knocked three down when one of them sucker-punched him from behind. While on his knees, he had been able to see one of the cloned troopers on the radio, communicating with someone. Then a sharp pain had attacked the back of his shaved head. Then darkness. Then here. "Who are you?"

"They call me Judge Dredd," the man said, almost robotically. "I am The Law."

"I can tell you right now, buddy," Mick began, breathing out his words low and dark. "I don't get along with the law. Ever. That ain't gonna change today."

This time, there was no hint of a smile on the face of Dredd. He looked up briefly to acknowledge that he heard Mr. Rory's words, and then leaned back against the wall behind him. He opened the file folder in his hands, glancing down to read the selected data. "I believe that is where you are wrong, Mr. Rory." He told him. "You are a criminal, yes...and I am the Law, yes. Natural enemies. But there is a core difference. Do you know what that is?"

"Enlighten me," Mick growled. Normally that would be a good time for a one-liner. But he was simply not in the mood anymore.

"I serve the people," Dredd explained to him. "You only serve yourself. And in that regard, I have an offer for you." Mick looked up at him as he spoke, clearly interested in what he was saying. "You have a bounty on you already. It is within my right to lock you up, which I know will only cause problems. I could execute you, which again, is a temporary solution. So instead, I give you an opportunity to clear your name. You will lead your little Rebellion to a designated spot. We will put them down. You will leave. No more bounty. Free to terrorize another verse."

Mick grunted. His nostrils flared a moment as he processed the demand. "I'm not a rat." He spat at the Judge. "Why should I sell them out for you?"

Judge Dredd squatted down in front of Mick. They were looking eye to eye, staring at each other...or, at least, as best as Mick could do through that ugly mask. Dredd spoke his words slowly, to emphasize his point. "You've had two strikes here, Mick Rory. I'm giving you a chance to walk away, and be the petty criminal you were born to be. If you don't do this for me, then when I find you - and that's when, not if - I won't just kill you so you can come back. I will send you down to the Underverse with the Devil Himself."

Mick didn't answer. Dredd didn't elaborate further. He banged on the mirror in front of him to signal the two stormtroopers that were posted on the other side of it. One of them turned up at the door, holding a pair of keys in his hands. Dredd signalled to him with a nod of them to uncuff the prisoner. Mick watched, quietly, as if biding his time, as the stormtrooper unlocked his restraints. His rubbed his wrist as he stood up, now free from the confines of the chair.

"Nice chat," Mick told the Judge. Back to sarcasm. Back to classic Mick Rory. "We should do it again sometime."

"I should hope not," said The Law honestly. "Make the right choice, Mr. Rory."

Mick didn't answer. He didn't show his cards as to whether or not he was actually considering betraying the rebellion in order to save his own skin. Though the offer was good, he had to admit that. It was a second chance to do it right, all at the cost of some people didn't even know. He could take Snart and just leave. But then that meant letting The Judge win, and he wasn't sure he was okay with that. He stepped away, backwards at first, and then walked out the door.

Judge Dredd closed the manila envelope in his hand as he watched the man known as Heat Wave disappear into the hallway. He figured either way, Mick would end up head in the streets of Coruscant eventually anyway. This was, the man could potentially be useful. And it would also answer the age old question if that was, in fact, any honor among thieves.

[Kyle Crane]

Stepping out of the EPD station, Mick slips his hands into his pockets, walking towards the elevator again. His head buzzing with thoughts of the choice he has been presented with; Clear his name, turn in the Rebellion, but just prove the Judge's point...Or risk being sent to Hell, for a bunch of guys he didn't know. He isn't quite sure what choice he should make...

All he knows is, he's absolutely pissed. After all, that could have ended badly.

Continuing his path towards the elevator, the arsonist keeps walking, ready to talk with the Rebellion about this. He continues thinking about just what choice he'll make.

The way I see it, I could probably just grab Snart and go on the run. But it's a bit more than that...I risked my life for these assholes. If they don't give me a good reason why, it's not gonna end well for them.

As he walks, he bumps into someone, though he pays no attention to them.

"Sorry." she says, before continuing to walk. Paying no heed to her, the hot-headed Rogue keeps moving. Soon, he makes it to the elevator. Staying silent, he presses the fifth tier button, beginning to travel down.

***

As he arrives back at the base, he finds Snart and Grant at the base.

"Mick...You're here." Grant says, leaning back.

"Yeah...It went well..." Mick states sarcastically. "I got a good nap in, had a quick chat with Dredd, and was sent on my way."

"That sounds nice." Leonard remarks in response.

"Why did nobody tell me there was a scanner right in front?" the arsonist then questions, slamming a single hand down on the desk.

"I forgot." the Rebel leader says in response.

"You forgot...And you 'forgetting' could have gotten me killed." Mick fires back, turning towards him.

"You're a Prime anyway. You'd be back." Jon says.

"He also threatened to send me to Hell." At that moment, the young Rebel jumps.

"He threatened Banishment?" Grant asks. "...Damn, the Empire ain't shitting around with us anymore..."

"Yeah, I barely got out, but he offered me a second chance. Tried to buy me out with the removal of my bounty." At that point, the arsonist sits down. "So, where's Cassie while all this is happening?"

"She got tired of waiting for you and left for the higher tiers. She said she had a date tonight." Leonard explains. "Speaking of leaving, I know a good bar up on tier 4. Let's roll, Mick. I doubt we'll be doing anything much tonight..."

"...Yeah, I guess you're right." Mick responds. He then gets up, and the Rogues take their exit.