[center][color=Crimson][h2]Ramshackle[/h2][/color][/center]
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Reaper Man and Mute would find it amazing how quickly Yruzza was able to get his team to thier designated spot. Better yet, the spot he though was best. Yruzza knew Vegas like the back of his hand, and drove like so. Back at the hideout, he had opted out of drinking from Mute's thermos, simply saying
[color=Crimson]"I don't like drinks in thermos'. I do have a plan, just follow my lead."[/color] He would take into consideration her suggestions though. Yruzza was always dressed for success, that's what he liked to call it. 

Yruzza was clad in a black hoodie with black cargo jeans, and black sneakers. Jordan's. Underneath them all, was stashed a plethora of weapons, blades to be specific. On his back, was strapped 2 straight cleavers, under his armpits and along his ribs sat 8 throwing knives, 4 on each side. In his hoodie pocket, sat a folding knives, another was hidden his back pocket. Under his jeans, was hidden his desert eagle, specifically on the right leg, and on the left, was hidden 4 more throwing knives. Yruzza had a thing for blades, he found them easier than his hands. 

Ramshackle had opted out of used a van, calling it stupid and cliche, and opted for a simple red family van, begging for them to use it. He had felt that it would make for them to use it that was all, mostly because of where he chose to park. The Trump Hotel was built in an unusual spot. The building faced the north, away from the strip, which was even worse since it was far enough from the action of downtown. In front of the building, was a massive dirt lot, which was just bad choice in location on Trumps part. To the southeast of the building was the Fashion Show mall, and to the southeast was either a strip club, or porn emporium, he couldn't tell from where he sat.

Team Reaper, Mute, and Ramshackle would fake a car break down near the hotel, specifically on Desert Inn, a highway bridge that sat in front of the tower, or a few hundred feet away. Bad positioning on Trumps part once again. Unfortunately, this would have been perfect for team Yruzza, if the man could tell the difference between reality and dream. For all he knew, this could have been a whole mental rant on what should have been done, and he was still being offered the thermos from Mute back at the meeting room. He couldn't tell, his life-saving clarity of mind, had vanished completely.

Unfortunately, it was true, reality came and smacked Yruzza in the face again, he was in fact still in meeting room. Slightly peeved by the fact that Mute chose to address Reaper instead of him, Yruzza took to his feet. [color=Crimson]"I don't want your drink lady, no time for that. I have a plan, and disguises are defiantly going to play a part."[/color] he jibbed, laughing at the unusual irony of it all. Was it irony? What was irony again? Couldn't remember. [color=Crimson]"To the vans!"[/color] he proclaimed, walking out the door with the rest of the killers, knife waving dangerously in he air. Right along side Maja.

Maja? Who was that again, a woman. He had killed a woman before.. His mother was a woman. Maybe? He never checked. . . he probably should have, just in case. Attempting to make conversation with someone other than he team, he went on to interview Maja as they made their way down to the vans. [color=Crimson]"Don't you think its a bit suspicious for eleven trained killers to be standing around a construction sight? Whats the shipment? Can I have some? You ever tasted human? Are woman really naturally smarter than men? Is it true that women choose to be dominated because thier afraid and addicted to manly musk?"[/color] he fired off with childlike glee. He was curious after hearing her rattle of info to her team. More that curious. How could someone like him be a hired killer?

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