Post by YueFei on Dec 20, 2022 16:09:12 GMT
Catarina 'Kat' Morten didn't often get the creeps, but her boss gave her the creeps, the hee-bee-gibees, and made her spider senses tingle all at the same time. Thing was, the man didn't pay well, he paid like a fucking god so he could creep her out all he wanted as long as he kept doing shit like paying her in GOLD COINS to do simple jobs. Most of the time what he wanted was easy enough, buy a few identifications off the dark web for some sort of scam. Easy money type stuff, only you know, he paid in gold fucking coins, a lot of them. One time he showed up at her house, out of the blue, to talk about Doge Coin. DOGE COIN. He wanted to know her thoughts about Crypto Currency, they talked for an hour. He drank some of her tea, which surprised her, she didn't think he could drink and then he just, dropped a bag of gold on her table and left. For a conversation and some tea.
So yeah, The Man in Black could be as creepy as he fucking wanted. Today she was seated in a locally owned coffee shop with a stupid name (something about jumping beans) in New York (the city). She didn't like big cities, in fact she sort of hated them and she hated New York most of all. The people were arrogant, the place was over crowded, and the crime rate was terrible. Give her a small half horse town any day. At least the place had good coffee. She dumped an energy drink shot into her cup, stirred, and took a loving sip of the beautiful liquid caffeine. Smiling, she put the cup down and forgot about her hatred of big cities. At least for now.
The rest of the team was approaching the bank now. She'd been given a list of people she was to work with. There was Huge, he was, well, huge. Ten feet tall, broad at the shoulders, and ugly as sin. His face was built like an outhouse and his muscles were grotesquely massive. Then there was Slim, a thin girl, almost scary thin. She was Huge's girlfriend, which Kat tried not to think too hard about. She was also supposed to be good at picking locks, like big complex vault locks. Then there was Guns, he carried guns. Kat carried a gun too, but Guns carried them like an idiot. She had hers tucked quietly in her pants at the small of her back in a secure holster. Guns was going to set off every alarm for half a mile. I don't think he wants us to be stealthy though, or at least, not them. Finally, there was Tune, a tall woman who hadn't spoke a word in days. She seemed to hear everything though and had at least some other abilities as well. In fact, she was pretty sure Tune was well above everyone else's pay grade. She was the real heavy hitter, the one that would deal with metas if they showed up.
And Kat, well, she was the thief. The real thief. While the team was busy making an insane amount of noise at the bank, Kat would be doing her job. It was a difficult task that could see her in jail for years if she got caught. If she didn't, the Man in Black was going to pay her life changing amounts of money, the sort of money that would see her retire on her own island somewhere with two hot guys, a fancy boat, and whatever else she wanted. What she wanted most was to get away...and she'd finally get to do that.
She put in her ear piece and booted up her Surface. Never use a computer that would draw visible attention.
Everyone ready? she asked via text.
Yes, a group response.
Alright, MIB pays well for this job, get in, get out, and we're all rich. Don't kill anyone either. He specifically said not to kill any normies. He didn't say anything about Metas, so if you gotta do it then do it.
And if we kill a normie?
She paused and took a drink of her sweet sweet coffee (laced with energy drink). I don't know, but I don't think you want to find out. She shivered. She never saw MIB mad, but she didn't want to think what that would be like.
A few minutes later and sirens were going off across the street. She sent a tip to the local police and pasted it all over social media at the same time. Crazy metas attacking local bank, citizens in danger. Send help.
She smiled, took a drink, and started doing what she came here for.
So yeah, The Man in Black could be as creepy as he fucking wanted. Today she was seated in a locally owned coffee shop with a stupid name (something about jumping beans) in New York (the city). She didn't like big cities, in fact she sort of hated them and she hated New York most of all. The people were arrogant, the place was over crowded, and the crime rate was terrible. Give her a small half horse town any day. At least the place had good coffee. She dumped an energy drink shot into her cup, stirred, and took a loving sip of the beautiful liquid caffeine. Smiling, she put the cup down and forgot about her hatred of big cities. At least for now.
The rest of the team was approaching the bank now. She'd been given a list of people she was to work with. There was Huge, he was, well, huge. Ten feet tall, broad at the shoulders, and ugly as sin. His face was built like an outhouse and his muscles were grotesquely massive. Then there was Slim, a thin girl, almost scary thin. She was Huge's girlfriend, which Kat tried not to think too hard about. She was also supposed to be good at picking locks, like big complex vault locks. Then there was Guns, he carried guns. Kat carried a gun too, but Guns carried them like an idiot. She had hers tucked quietly in her pants at the small of her back in a secure holster. Guns was going to set off every alarm for half a mile. I don't think he wants us to be stealthy though, or at least, not them. Finally, there was Tune, a tall woman who hadn't spoke a word in days. She seemed to hear everything though and had at least some other abilities as well. In fact, she was pretty sure Tune was well above everyone else's pay grade. She was the real heavy hitter, the one that would deal with metas if they showed up.
And Kat, well, she was the thief. The real thief. While the team was busy making an insane amount of noise at the bank, Kat would be doing her job. It was a difficult task that could see her in jail for years if she got caught. If she didn't, the Man in Black was going to pay her life changing amounts of money, the sort of money that would see her retire on her own island somewhere with two hot guys, a fancy boat, and whatever else she wanted. What she wanted most was to get away...and she'd finally get to do that.
She put in her ear piece and booted up her Surface. Never use a computer that would draw visible attention.
Everyone ready? she asked via text.
Yes, a group response.
Alright, MIB pays well for this job, get in, get out, and we're all rich. Don't kill anyone either. He specifically said not to kill any normies. He didn't say anything about Metas, so if you gotta do it then do it.
And if we kill a normie?
She paused and took a drink of her sweet sweet coffee (laced with energy drink). I don't know, but I don't think you want to find out. She shivered. She never saw MIB mad, but she didn't want to think what that would be like.
A few minutes later and sirens were going off across the street. She sent a tip to the local police and pasted it all over social media at the same time. Crazy metas attacking local bank, citizens in danger. Send help.
She smiled, took a drink, and started doing what she came here for.
