Heist~The Final Job~Starts~BEWARE!

[Samchu]

My sign-up:
Name: Sam Omaras
Age: 24
Gender: male
Personality: He's very confident of what he can do and won't let anyone push him around. He keeps his end of bargains and never gives away information about anyone, regardless of what they've done. He's quick-footed and so's his mind although it is far more complex thatn people expect from him. He's been known to surprise people with his actions, which don't always make sense at first but become clear in the end.
Looks: He's 6'5 and has the built to match. He's a very intimidating figure and his choice of dark clothing doesn't help him any but it makes things much easy when he's invloved with a heist. His hair is a beach-blonde colour and is short and always messed up, neat hair just isn't him. He has sea green eyes and wears his most precious item - a gold chain.
Previous convictions: murder
Speciality: Theft
Realtionship: possibly...
Weapon of choice: 44 magnum
Other: none

Sam
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"Now where did she say she kept that spare key?" I muttered to myself. Typical, been out of prison about an hour and I can't find a damn key. Ahh! There it is! I took it out an opened the door. "Hope she don't try and take my head off with something..."
I headed through the house quietly then spotted Laura in the kitchen. I crept up behind her. "Boo!"
WHAP!
"Arghhhh..." I groaned, holding my head, she just smacked me with a bl***y fryingpan.
"Serves you right for sneaking up on me. How'd you get in anyway?"
I flashed the house key, "you told me where you keep the spare, remember?"
She took the key from me. "I thought we agreed you were gonna come round when you wanted my help with a job."
"I do."
"Typical. You just got outta prison and already you're setting yourself up to go back in."
"Hey, you don't have to help if you don't wanna. I'm offering you a partnership here, take it if you want."
Laura frowned at me. "Fine. Now what have you got planned?"
I explained what a wanted to get, who we'd need to get it and what we'd do . How we'd get it was another matter, but we'd get that sorted later. The most important thing was getting everyone together.
"So how you gonna get everyone to come?"
"Call 'em of course." I replied, picking up her phone. "It won't take long."
I called up a whole group of people, including my supplier, strange girl that one. I told 'em all to come to Laura's house for a meeting to get organised.
I hung up after the final call and took a beer from Laura's fridge.
"That's one of mine," she said, coming in.
I shrugged, "what ya gonna do about it then?" I asked her challengingly.

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Okay, your characters get a call from my character asking to go to this house to pull off a job. You don't know any details and that's part of the reason you go, to find out. Are you up for the challenge?

[Anjana's Halo]

I must say, I love your choice of words for me, Sam.
BTW: The beginning of this is a demo of how I actually think. And sing...

Name: Sally Mishima
Age: She looks to be in her late twenties, but I suggest you don't ask for a more exact age.
Gender: Female
Personality: If you even met Mishima in a coffee shop, the last thing you would expect her of would be criminal intentions. Your first impression would be a smiling, amiable career woman. It’s this kind, seemingly-trusting attitude that has given her connections around the world. She believes information is more important that material items. She is also somewhat of a pacifist, not liking murder. However, if it’s necessary, she’ll order someone’s death.
Looks: She stands around 5’ 7.” Long brown hair braided on one side, murky green-brown eyes, and slightly tanned skin. She often wears khaki pants and baby T’s under a brown leather jacket. She wears a silver chain with a silver, diamond studded dagger hanging from it. This necklace is her signature item. In her jacket she carries a small arsenal of revolvers and pistols.
Previous convictions: Forgery, auto theft, funding illegal experimentation, stealing classified information.
Specialty: Smuggling (anything and everything)
Relationship: She’s often supplied Omaras with items he’s needed.
Weapon of choice: Dagger
Other: Insists on being called by her last name, and calls everyone else by theirs.

Sally Mishima
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"One, two, tap my shoe," I said in singsong under my breath, in a French accent. It was one of my daily exercises to practice disguising my voice. And also something fun to do while in my house alone.
"Three, four, shut the door," I continued, grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge and nudging the door shut with my hip. It was a quiet afternoon. The sun shone, stocks were high, and the smuggled Viagra shipment for a Mr. Bun had safely landed in Mexico.
"Five, six, pick up sticks." I rummaged through the drawer for a bottletop opener. The beers I got needed their caps pried off, not twisted. Perhaps later tonight I'll have a white russian. Did I have any vodka?
"Seven, eight, lay them straight," I continued chanting as I forced the lid open. It took far too much effort. I needed less time in front of the computer and more time in the gym.
"Nine, ten, a big fat hen," I finished the song, punctuating it with a slow swig of beer. Nothing new was up, I was freshly paid. Let the world do what it wished. I was ready.

Then The Phone rang. Not my public phone that most of the word knew as my own, but my business phone, the one I couldn't pick up, or ignore, without a degree of danger. I walked toward the small cellphone warily, picked it up, and held it to my face. "Mishima," I spoke quietly.

"Hey, there. It's Omaras." answered a hard, masculine voice.

"Omaras? Last I checked you had been a naughy boy and was caught for it." I relaxed. Omaras had always been a slight enigma, but he was a very dependable client, if a bit too cocky.

"They just let me out," he replied.

"How recently?"

"About an hour ago."

"Well, I believe this is a new speed record. So what do you need for this new job? My contacts in Laos say they've made friends with a company that's developed some interesting-"

"I don't need supplies just now, Mishima." Omaras cut me off.

"I don't date clients, Omaras. You know that. And unless your seeking supplies or a night on the town, I can't think why your calling me." I started slugging down my beer again. This was getting slightly annoying. What did he want?

"I want your help with a heist, Mishima. The ultimate heist." I stopped swallowing and lowered the bottle. "I'm putting together a team to pull off the biggest heist in history, a heist no one can ignore. And I want you on that team."

The ultimate heist. One to be placed in the history books. A dream that I always, I had to admit, wanted but never had the ability to reach. I had decided long ago that this Heist couldn't be preformed by any criminal, but Omaras had reached the ultimate conclusion. If a criminal can't, then perhaps a team. It was brilliant to a point, and I truly wanted to see what that point was.

"You have my interests piqued. What do you have planned?" I asked in a monotone.

"Not over the phone," he replied. I wrote down an address to meet him and the other team members at, then we hung up, not saying good-bye, as usual. I stared at the address as I went to pack. I better have a full bottle of vodka. I was drinking several white russians tonight.

[Mikey]

Name: Marco Cardella
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Personality: Cocky, womanizing, and somewhat mean. He's bilingual, Italian, and worked for the Mob.
Looks: Jet black hair, muscular, clean cut.
Previous convictions: Murder, Theft, Smuggling, etc..
Speciality: Stealth, can sneak into places easily
Realtionship: none
Weapon of choice: Machine Gun
Other: none

~Marco~
"Read 'em and weep boys!" I grinned laying the straight flush down on the table. Poker had always been my game and this time was no different. My fellow mob members laid their hands down in anger. "Odio questa merda!" (I hate this ****) Franco roared standing up and taking the cigar out of his mouth.

I licked my fingers and placed them on the butt of the cigar putting it out. "Fortuna migliore la volta prossima!" (Better luck next time) I winked back. My cell phone then began to ring. "I'm going to take this call. "Sia indietro in un minuto." (Be back in a minute.)

I flipped open my cell and placed it to my hear. "Ciao.." I said. "Ciao *******!" was the reply I recieved. "I see you remembered something i taught you." I replied. I knew it was Sam, I was arrested and taken in the same night as him and we spent the night arguing in the waiting cell. However, my connections I was able to post bail. That was the only time I have ever been caught, but I would be damned to be caught again.

"I have a proposition for you." He said and gave me an address to meet him at.

"Questo migliore vale il mio tempo!" I said.

"Yeah, um...good point...well made." I heard Sam reply through the cell.

"It means this better be worth my while dip****." I replied and hung the phone up. I then turned to my friends. "Sarò indietro in una punta." (I'll be back in a bit) I replied and stormed out of Luigi's Pizzaria.

[Green Lanturn]

Name:Tank Panteras(minor name change)
Age: 44
Gender:M
Personality:Hes quiet and acts real tough. People are often intimidated by his biker look, and he likes it With other criminals, he is very suspicious, but knows when to be friendly.
Looks:He is 6 foot 2, very muscular. He is bald with a big dark brown goatee. He wears a black tanktop with a denim vest over it, and long jeans, the color of his vest, a dark denim. He wears sunglasses and fingerless gloves.His shoes are black boots. Hes also really hairy(just to add it in,lol)
Previous convictions: Grand Theft Auto and Manslaughter
Speciality: Stealing
Realtionship: nope
Weapon of choicehotgun
Other:None

Tank
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I sat on my motorcycle, well, not really mine, but some guy down in texas knew it was now mine, riding down a highway. Thirst was becoming a problem and what could settle a mans taste but a bit of liquor. I searched along the roadway for any sin of a stop. About a mile and a half up, there was a tavern, "Scottish Biggs."

Hmm, looked good enough. I pulled into the lotway and stood up, making sure to lock that baby up, for nobody knew better than i did about theft, especially GTA. I checked on my shotgun, making sure everything was good.

I walked into the tavern, everything seemed good, unless you count the numerous eyes pupils suddenly gazing as this biker-dressed stranger walked into their tavern. I sat in the bar and order a draft. The bartender at first seemed reluctant, but he handed it over, more or less watching my every movement.

As I sat, a ruckus began in the back, 2 guys started bickering over some broad, and an ugly one at that, no doubt tey were drunk.I turned around, beer in hand, and watched as the quarrel unfoiled. After about 5 minutes of verbal, it became physical. Soon every guy in the bar wass in on it, placing bets, joining in.

I found this quite amusing, so i was about to partake in the action, when my cell rang. I walked outside and into the air, opened it.

"Hello."

"Mr. Panteras, you're reputation as a thief is somewhaty of a legend. I have a proposition for you..."

"Im listening..."

This conversation carried over until the job was described at length. Over all, it seemed doable, and the profit was great.

"Im on my way."

~GL

[Samchu]

Sam
~~~
"Well that's that sorted," I sighed, putting the phone down and taking a swig of beer.
I caught Laura looking at me. "What?" I asked inncoently.
She shook her head and turned away. Sighing, I got up and went over.
"You asked for the chance to be in a partnership and I'm here offering it to you. You can't have a problem with me using your phone and having one beer if it means i'm giving you what you asked for." I said calmly.
"Why do you have to twist everything I say?" she asked, turning back to me.
I walked right up close to her. "The least you could do is show a little appreciation."
"Depends what you mean by 'appreciation'."
I leanded in and kissed her full on the lips. She pushed me away.
"You weren't complaining a few months ago."
"That was different."
"Laura, how was it different? What, you afraid I'm gonna try something with you? It's different now because back in prison there'd be guards to help you out, is that it? Come on Laura, if we're gonna be partners I'm gonna need to know what's going on with us. I'm the type of guy who plays people, not gets played himself. So what's going on?"

[Crystal Tears]

Laura
~~~
"Ahh yet, you get played half the time."
"What do you mean-"
"Remember Vannessa? Or Maybe Katerina? Oh lets not forget the great Jewelia."
He turned as bright as an apple, and I only helped him by whacking him with my pan again.
"stupid *******." I muttered, as there was aring at the door. "Get the door." I ordered he walked over and answered, still as red as an apple.

-JJ

[Samchu]

Sam
~~~
I opened the door and saw Mishima standing there.
"Get in," I said, "there's others to wait for."
We walked inside and Laura just looked at her. "She play you to?" she asked simply.
"No. This is Sally but she's called Mishima. Mishima, this is Cole. I bonked her brains out in juvie and now she's my partner."
Laura glared at me and I smirked, feeling like I'd got a bit of my pride back.
"You were more of a naughty boy than I first thought," mused Mishima.
"You should see the list," said Laura quietly.
"Hey, I didn't hear you complainign when it was your turn."
"Are you guys gonna fight all day? Or do I have to worry about partners that'll go bonk in the night?" asked Mishima.
"You don't have to worry about that Mishima," I replied smirking. "Laura learnt a long time ago that she can't compete with me."

[Mikey]

~Marco~

I approached the apartment number at the location of the directions given. I had to knock a few times before the door opened. "Haven't you ever heard of common courtesy? Che cosa è l'affare?" (What's the deal?) I yelled. It was then that I noticed the young woman who had opened the door. I smiled. "Where's *******?" I asked.

"You mean Sam?" She grinned. "Probably off "bonking" another **** as he likes to refer to it." She grinned back. She was drop dead gorgeous. Her black hair was hidden under her burret, but I could tell it didn't matter. "Where I'm from we call it fare amore..." (making love) I grinned and brushed back my hair.

"That sounds a lot better than bonking." She replied and motioned me inside. I smiled and stepped in. "So, whats this mission I'm supposed to help out in. I'm pretty sure ******* only called me because I'm the only rich crook he knows. Plus...I have a lot of amici (friends) in high places." I grinned. She smiled and shut the door.

[Samchu]

Sam
~~~
I heard the door go and walked that way.
"Ciao Marco," I said. "You hitting on my chick?" I slipped my arm around Laura who angrilly glared at me.
"Your chick?" I heard Laura's disapproving tone.
I smirked at her. Then motioned to Marco to head into the kitchen. "I'll explain everything when the others show up."
I held Laura back as Marco made his way.
"I'm not anyone's property," Laura snarled.
"Who said you were?"
"You did. Now stop acting like such a b******."
"Alright, I'll be a 'nice guy'. I just don't trust that guy when he's around women I have strong feelings for," I replied and kissed her neck. "Speaking of which, we'd better make sure he's not hitting on Mishima, she might just kick his balls in..."

[Green Lanturn]

Tank Panteras
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I rode down the open road, the wind blowing in my face. I glanced at the address that was given to me. It wasnt too far now, only maybe half an hours drive or so.

As i went, i passed a cop on the highway. "Stupid f**k, he has no idea who just passed him." The cop's lights began to blink and he began pursuit. "Sh*t!"

I kept a steady spped, not going too far, for speeding would no doubt break my cover. In my rear view, i kept an eye on the cop, but by the looks of it, he wasnt after me.

He pulled to the next lane and turned the siren on, chasing after a red pontiac only a few feet to my side, and not a bad looking car either.

I pulled out of suspense as the red car pulled over and so did the cop, allowing a free ride all the way to the meeting place.

I rode up, the motorcycle making its usual racket, and turned it off. "Yep, this is the right address," i assured myself and with that, got off and went to the door.

"Knock Knock."


~GL

[Samchu]

Sam
~~~
"Or maybe not," I muttered.
I let go of Laura and went to the front door. I opened it up and saw Tank standing at the door.
"About time you showed up," I said calmly.
"Hey, all I got's my bike."
"Whatever. Just get your butt inside man."
I lead him into the kitchen and everyone sat around. "Better get aquainted people, these are gonna be your new best friends."

[Anjana's Halo]

Sally Mishima
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I had just entered the home of Miss Laura Cole, a woman who had the nerve to possess a bottle of Kaluha and vodka, but no cream. I sighed as I finished mixing my Black Russian. I guess it would do, though I really wanted a white one. In the back of my mind, I considered Cole. She seemed fairly capable, though she had the look of a killer about her. I got use to living among those who don't share my views on life long ago, though it was still a small shock to see that harden look in a woman's eyes.

I heard the door open and close once more. Voices floated to the kitchen from the front door. Another one of the group, I guessed. As I began sipping my drink, a muscular man with jet-black hair walked into the kitchen. He had a slow, easy moving gait and a very attractive smile that he aimed at my direction. "Hello, I guess your here at Sam's request as well." Then, in Italian, he added, in so many words, that I might be one of Omaras' nighttime ladies.

I gave the Italian a wide grin. "Sorry, I don't speak Portuguese."

"That was Italian," he corrected, slightly offended.

"I don't know Italian either. My name is Mishima, here to help out however I can." I smiled again and added a little wink.

"Well, my fine companion in this little business, I am Marco Cardella, specially imported from Italy. I guess I'm here for my fine cooking and fine charm."

"Cardella? I think I've heard of you. Do you work in smuggling?"

"Every once in a while. It can be quite a lucrative business, if you know what you’re doing. Though, of course it's a rough task even if you don't get caught."

Which you know all about, I though softly. I remembered some Romans who came to me after a Cardella lost their shipment to the police. I was fairly certain this was the same man.

"I can imagine! I'm really not sure why Omaras invited me. I'm not stealthy or a thief. But you sound perfect for this heist."

"Say, Mishima, do you have a first name to go with that?" Cardella asked, sliding up next to me.

"Yes, I do, in fact,” I replied smiling, not caring how close the man got.

"Would you mind sharing with me? If we're going to be working closely together, it'd be nice to be on a first name basis."

"Well, it's...a secret!" Cardella sighed. I'm sure by now he had me pinned for an airhead who really had very little to offer besides a pretty face. Oh, well. I know what I had to give. Never let anyone else know how much you know.

Cole, Omaras, and a very large (as in able-to-squish-a-grapefruit-in-one-hand large) man, who was introduced as Tank Akimoni, entered the kitchen. Akimoni looked as if he would flick off Death if he though it would annoy the entity. Very intimidating, but I wasn't sure if it was genuine or a front.

Omaras had us all sit down. "Better get acquainted people," he said to us all. "These are gonna be your new best friends."
********************
I really don't know Italian, but I like pretending I do. ~_^

[Samchu]

Sam
~~~
Just then my cell went off. I took the call in another room and came back in smirking.
"What's with you?" asked Tank.
"I just got the plans to the security system."
"Through your phone?" asked Laura in disbelief.
"No. Just the chick who's gonna give me a copy if I...make it worth her while."
There were several sighs and a couple of eye rollings at the news. "Hey, I'm just getting what we need to do these things people." I looked at everyone. "Look, this won't take too long. You guys just hang around okay. This'll be our base of operation until we can rendeavous nearer to the location." I started walking then stopped and looked at Marco, "oh, and I'm sharing with Laura."
Then I headed outside and got onto my Harley before speeding off to meet up with my contact.

[Green Lanturn]

Tank
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"I just got the plans to the security system."
"Through your phone?" asked Laura in disbelief.
"No. Just the chick who's gonna give me a copy if I...make it worth her while."

An immediate shrugg insued from the group as he went off to do his "thing".

"Bloody bastard, thinks he can get whatever he wants through pleasure alone.

We all sat round a table, waiting inpatiently for the plans to come along, as we were all anxious to get our share. This one italian git across the table was babling with the girl, mishima was her name, and she was no begginer when it came down to smuggling and murder.

"Geez, what a lovely family this has turned out to be." said Laura.

"Yeah well, what do you expect. Sam ain't gonna get no common people for this, he knows its major and its a job that we can pull off together, not single handedly or this wouldnt have been neccessary."

I leaned back in my chair and just relaxed a bit, waiting patienly for the final hiest, to get it over with and leave with my money.


~tank

[Samchu]

Ok...seeing as no one else fancies it...

Sam
~~~
"Wasn't that fun..." I muttered sarcastically, getting onto my bike. I now had everything I'd need to get ready and I didn't even have to work that hard.
I rode back to Laura's and headed into the kitchen where I assumed everyone was still waiting.
"Thanks," I said, dropping my ass down on the chair between Laura and Marco. I didn't trust him, to be honest I wasn't sure if I trusted her even.
"Okay everyone here's the plan. Two months from now the world renound 'Telerendris Diamond' will be in this very town for display. The night before it goes on show we swipe it."
"How do we handle that?" asked Tank.
I didn't like him, he challenged my views. "We'll have to scope the place out, gather information. Why do you think we have so much time?"
"That's all well and good, but what about the money?" asked Mishima.
"Well the diamond's too well-known for us to sell it off. Granted it is worth a hefty fortune but there's a way we can make even more money out of it withou getting caught." I smirked. "I know someone who owes me a favour, he'll cut the diamond for us before anyone knows it's gone. We'll each get 20 diamonds. We take our share and fly out to five seperate countries where we sell off our share at 20 different jewellers. On average we'll make a profit of £1 million per diamond. Then you're free to do whatever you choose."
"That's a lot to handle," mused Laura.
"It's worth it. We each make £20 million and this goes down as the biggest heist ever because no one will ever find the diamond."
There were whispers around the table.
"That just leaves one last detail." I said.
Everyone stopped talking and watched as I placed a piece of paper and a knife in front of them.
"We have to make the pledge. No one is allowed to reveal 'anything' about this heist." I picked up the knife and cut into my hand before stamping it on the paper.
I put the knife down. "If you wanna back away now that's fine but remember, once your blood goes on this paper, there's no turning back."

[Green Lanturn]

Tank
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A knife laid on the table in front of us, as well as a piece of paper in the center, blood already on it from Sam.

"If you wanna back away now that's fine but remember, once your blood goes on this paper, there's no turning back."

I reached into my pocket, keeping eye contact with all, i didnt trust the italian, he spoke a foreign language and half the stuff he said we didnt know, well, it didnt matter if we didnt know, just that I didnt know, and i mistrusted him for that. From my pocket i pulled a decorated switchblade, and popped it out.

Mishima drew back in her chair, i didnt blame her.
"Hey, i may be criminal, but that dont mean i lost my sense of hygiene now!"

I slit my hand, squeezing the blood out and pressed it on. I was in, and for 20 mil, i could go for that.

With a loud racket, i put the switchblade back, and passed the paper on.


~GL

[Crystal Tears]

Laura
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I looked at sam, kinda glaring at him, I hated him. I really did, Marco was my friend, how dare he try to control me.
I reached into my jean pocket, and dug out a pocket knife. I smirked to myself, before directing my cold glare at Mishima, I smirked at her, she didn't like my cold stare, especially when I acted evil around her, as I continued to stare I her, I slit my hand, and dripped two drops off blood onto the paper, before passing it to her.
After that, I removed myself from the table, taking one last glance at everyone, before locking myself in my bedroom.
"All a bunch of idiots." I muttered, I had no faith i this plan, but maybe it would work. Just maybe. "Well, I have nothing ebtter to do."
I took out a small black book, and opened it, written down in blood, just whos blood I don't remember, was how a murdered each victim.

I looked into the mirror that I had glued into the book, my cold glare stared back at me.

"Soon enough, I'll get to kill again.." I muttered, before closing the book and putting it away into my jewelery box, and locking it.
"Soon.."

[Anjana's Halo]

Sally Mishima
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I took the knife from Cole and held it gingerly in my hand. I was certainly creeped out by this. I understood the need for a contract with this kind of plan, but pledging in blood sounded slightly...barbaric. Not to mention I have acute algophobia. There was also the look in the eyes of my adopted 'family' that frightened me in a way no smuggling job had. Omaras cut himself with finality and purpose. He declared his commitment in one fell stroke. Panteras' cut showed he was ready for this as well, but not with the deep conviction Omaras possessed. And Cole, she added her blood with zest and pleasure, and a deep savageness overtook her eyes. She would share her blood, but only because she expected to shed the blood of others in the future. It frightened me, and I'm sorry that I shared it so plainly. I must remember I was dealing with killers first-hand, not just in business deals.

I gripped the handle of Cole's pocketknife, the blade of which was still wet with warm blood. She might have AIDS, I thought as I stared at the blade. Who knows who she's been with? However, I would not draw my own blade, not to cut myself. So I raised the pocketknife and sliced my palm before I had any time to think or react. I bit the inside of my lip to keep from crying out, and squeezed my blood on the paper. I wiped the knife blade with my handkerchief before placing it on the table and wrapping my own hand with the cloth.

Never, ever again will I do something this idiotic, I swore to myself as my hand throbbed.

[Mikey]

~Marco~

The knife was before me. All I had to do now was take the pledge, but damn if I would. "Ciò è pazzesca!" (This is crazy!) I yelled staring at them. "If you idiots think I'm going to slice my beautiful hand, you got another thing comming." I said. Sam stared at me. "It's either the knife to the hand, or to the throat." He grinned.

"Vaffunculo!" (F*ck you!) I yelled and grabbed the knife. "You think I'm a chicken?" I yelled slicing my hand for all to see and smashing my whole hand down on the remaining portion of the paper. "Now take that and shove it up your estremità!" (A$$) I grinned and leaned back.

"Well, let's get this show on the road then." Sam grinned. I smiled back. "Just say the word and I can have my boys keeping watch from our O so clever disguised vehicles." I grinned. "Either that or we could use the pizza parlor across the street."

[Samchu]

Sam
~~~
"Good idea," I said, standing up and taking the pledge with me. "Don't want the cops getting wise to what we're doing now do we?"
There were agreements all around.
"Speaking of the pizza parlour, I'm hungry." I said.
"What about the job?" asked Tank.
"We'll work on it tomorrow. Too much too soon could get someone wise to us. Don't want the fedz going down in history for stopping the biggest heist ever now do we?"
Everyone got up and started to get ready.
"Better make this pledge official," I said, turning on the stove and burning the paper. "Now it's bound by forces beyond our control. Someone tries to betray the others and they'll have more than me to deal with." I cast a threatening glare at everyone. "I'll get Laura, you guys get ready to go."
I went to Laura's bedroom but found the door locked. Sighing, I pulled out my lockpick and made my way inside, closing the door behind me.
"I locked that," said Laura coldly.
"I know. Thought you'd wanna know we're going out for pizza."
"I'm not hungry."
I walked up behind her. "You are." I put my hands on her arms and rubbed them gently. "But not for food." She sighed and I kissed her neck softly. "I know what you want..." I moved my hand away and she twitched when she saw the blood there. "Why not go? I'm not stopping you. You want blood so badly go get it baby. Anything to keep you keen."
"Ugh. All you think about is sex."
"Only with you."
"You slept with someone a little while ago to get those plans."
"Actually I didn't. For some reason I couldn't stop thinking about you so I just knocked her out instead. 'Course, can't tell anyone I could be in lvoe with you now can I? It'll make me seem soft." I let go of her and made my way to the door. "We'll be across the road if you need us. Enjoy yourself okay, but don't overdo it."
I walked back to the others. "Laura'll catch us up. Let's eat."

[Crystal Tears]

Laura
~~~~
I looked at the blood on my arm, as they left, I licked it off. The sweet taste of it, flowing through my mouth.
'I do truly hate him..'
I walked out, As I did, I looked across at the pizza place, Mishima was staring at me, I smiled evilly at her, before leaving to go find some people, that have been evading me for sometime.
"If she suspects anything, well. I least she knows I'm not kind heart.." I muttered, as I entered the local pub to find the man who owed me money..

~JJ

[Mikey]

~Marco~

Everyone was busy enjoying their pizzas made especially by my good Uncle Tony. I was in the back conducting some things with my Godfather. "Desidero il surveliance intorno all'intero museo. Inoltre, renda esso il sembr naturale. Trasmetta i vostri ragazzi dentro con i camion di consegna della pizza." (I want surveliance around the entire Museum. Also, make it look natural. Send your boys in with the pizza delivery trucks.) I said looking him in the eyes.

"Se vi faccio questo favore per, dovete promettere di honor il figlio di nome di famiglia." (If I do this favor for you, you must promise to honor the family name son.) I heard his reply. I nodded and left ot rejoin the group. Being the son of the Italian mob leader had its advantages.

As I entered the front area I saw Laura leaving the apartment complex and heading down the street. "I'll be back in a few. I'm going to go survey the area to find good spots for my friends." I said and opened the door. I entered the busy streets to see a bunch of girls giggling and staring at me. I winked and pushed back my hair as I slowly followed Laura. I saw her head into a local pub and wondered what the heck was going on. I decided to check it out...

[Crystal Tears]

Laura
~~~~
I sat down on the red leather benchs, The man infront of me almost choked on his drink, he couldn't believe I was sitting infront of him, of course when you have machines shooting at you, and you get caught buy the police and he thinks your dead after. He has all the right to be surprise.
"Hey Troy." I said, taking a sip from his drink, [/i] yuk.. pure vodka..[/i] I thought, but still not pulling a face, he blinked a couple of times before replying.
"Hey.... Laura, what brings you here?" His voice nervous, no more did it have that evil laughter in it. Scared, defenceless... Easy to kill...
"I want my money. Today.." I said, my smile disappearing and turning into a frown, a ratehr pissed off frown.
"Well, I um..."
"Still don't have it..."
"Well. You could say it like that..."
"How much do you have?"
"um.. 10 000?"
My arm swung out as I gripped him by his collar, lifting him clear off the ground.
Listen Troy, I'm giving you until midnight tonight to get my god damn money, if you don't ****ing have it by then, you'll end up beside you brother in the morge!!"Sweat dripped down his forehead as I dropped him back into his seat, I leaned down to his ear. " Have a nice day Troy. Probably be your last."

[Samchu]

Sam
~~~
I saw Laura go out and Marco follow. I'll be damned if he thinks he's gonna have anything to do with my girl.
"I need some beer." I announced, standing up. "I'll be at the pub. Do what ya like just be back at Laura's by dark."
I headed after Marco and caught him watching Laura from by the doorway of the bar. I grabbed him by the arm and pulled him to an empty table.
"You should know better than to disturb a trained killer at work," I growled at Marco. A barman brought over to pints and I took a sip from mine.
Marco opened his mouth to say something but before he could Laura came over and sat beside him. I glared at her but she only glared back.
"I don't appreciate being followed," she said angrilly.
I took another sip of beer. "i was just keeping an idea on you my dear. Can't have thigns happening to my belongings now can I?"

[Mikey]

~Marco~
Sam's arrival took me by surprise. I didn't expect following someone would require a follwer of my own. When Laura realized we had both followed, she approached us pretty scorn. "I don't appreciate being followed," she said angrilly.
Sam took another sip of beer. "I was just keeping an eye on you my dear. Can't have thigns happening to my belongings now can I?" He said. I rolled my eyes and got up.
"You're one overprotective freak my friend." I grinned. "You want her, take her. I don't need to be bothered by this." I said and headed out. "As soon as I have my share of the diamond, I'm so gone. This is pretty much the only criminal with class in this gang." I grinned and left the bar leaving Sam steaming.

[Green Lanturn]

Tank
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With a piece of pizza in hand, i watched as first laura, then the italian, then sam left, all heading towards the same bar. I stared in wonder. "What could those three be doing by themselves in a bar?" I didnt like it, it seemed to, meeting-like to me.
"Hey Mishima, you think they're up to anything?"

"I don't know, but why should i care?"

"Hey, hey, back down, just a simple question."

She rolled her eyes at me and walked off to another room in the parlor.

I kept an eye on the bar, and when i noticed, Marco came out, grin on his face and all.

He walked back into the pizza parlour and i asked him, "Having fun?"

"Just a little!"


~GL

[Samchu]

Sam
~~~
Well that's him outta the way...
I looked at Laura, she seemed pretty p*****.
"Don't look so mad. It's not like I'm stopping you from your quest for blood or anything," I said calmly.
"No but you're being an ass****."
"I thought you liked this ass****. At least, you did back in prison."
"Things were different. I would've scre*** the guards if it had got me outta there."
"Then why me? I didn't get you out any faster."
"No, but you promised me a part in the biggest heist of all time. For something like that you gotta give a bit." She smirked and leaned back in the seat.
"What about if I were to offer you something a little...more. What could I get for that?" I asked, piquing her interest.

[Crystal Tears]

Laura
~~~
"Sam, I will kill you before this hiest is over with. I promise you that." I said, before getting up and walking away.
Stupid prick. I thought, as I disappeared back inside my house, and sat in my room. My anger was too much, but instead of destroying anything, I took out my sketch book, and started sktetching how I would kill sam.

[Samchu]

Sam
~~~
I laughed quietly and finished of my beer. I have her right where I want her. Poor girl doesn't have a clue.
Calmly, I got up and headed back to the pizza parlour. I grabbed a slice of pizza and ate it on the way back to Laura's.
I broke open the door to the room. She glared up at me angrily.
"Don't you get it you stupid p****!? You can't control me."
I laughed and shook my head. "Who says? I can get whatever I want from you. I'll even take it if I have to."
"You'd rape me?"
"I'd do more than that if I had to. This is my job Laura and I'm calling the shots. Now shut your face and take it like the woman you are or I'll have to teach you the hard way."

[Crystal Tears]

Laura
~~~~
I reached under my pillow and pulled out my shotgun, all it would take is one shot, and he'd be gone.
"**** off." I snapped, he back away, before leaving. I looked at my things, I couldn't stay here, not with him acting like this.
[i]stupid ****ing *******. I grabbed everything I could before jumping in my Mitsubishi eclipse and speeding off.

[Samchu]

Sam
~~~

I watched her leave. Did she really think she could get away from me so easily? She underestimates me. I pulled out my cell and called up an old friend of mine. "hey Larry, I need you to divert someone for me. Yeah, that's the one. Can't have her leaving town you see, she's vital to the operation. Just make sure she's in one piece, I'll sort her out. Thanks Larry." Poor girl, she was gonna regret that choice.

[Mikey]

~Marco~
It was getting late and there was no sign of Sam nor Laura anywhere. I got up to leave when Tank stopped me.

"Don't get cheap on us Marco." He growled. I sighed. "It's on the house ragazzi e ragazze." (boys and girls) I said winking at Tony. I then exited the building to see an eclipse with Laura riding speed off. I looked up to see Sam watching out the window.

"What a f*cking stalker and a nut to boot." I said in my head before the limo pulled up. It was my father and the boys. "Ottenga dentro!" (get in) He said. I nodded and stepped into the limo as it drove away. "Avrebbero così tanto divertimento appena eliminare il Sam io stesso." (I would have so much fun just getting rid of Sam myself.) I said as I shut the door,

[Green Lanturn]

Tank
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"It on the house ragazzi e ragazze." Marco told me as he walked out and into a Limo.

"What a f*cking prick. Who the hell does he think he is, walking out into some fancy-a*s limo. Mishima noticed my unpleasant nature.
"You know, just becuase hes in our group doesnt mean you gotta like the son-of-a-b*tch."

"Trust me, I don't"

I walked out just as marco was leaving. I had noticed the same thing that Marco had, Laura driving off in an eclipse. Sam stood outside. He called someone on the phone and hung up, a look of satisfaction on his face. I walked out of the parlour and over to him.

"Girl troubles?"

"F*ck off" he exclaimed as he walked back towards the house. He turned back around, "Don't worry about her, she wont get far. I have assured us of that fact."

With that, he turned around and walked in. I just smirked and watched as the eclipse drove out of sight.


~GL

[Samchu]

Sam
~~~
Whilst Laura was out 'getting away from me' I decided to explore her room. I took her shotgun and empty it. It would give me the edge in case I needed to...do something.
I looked around soem more and found her diary tucked away in her jewellery box. She truly was an amazing killer, but she was amazing at a few other things too...hehehe!
I found the sketchpad she'd used recently. The one with ways to kill me on it. Girl definately had an imagination but that's about it. No originality.
Annoyed I went back to the window. What was taking Larry so long? All he had to do was catch up with Laura, knock her about a bit and bring her back here. That guy is so useless!
"I'm surrounded by morons." I groaned, heading into the kitchen and grabbing a few beers.
Oh well, Laura would come back. Whether she wants to or not.