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Thursday, May 11th





Bang!

The sudden slap on the wooden table caused Christopher to look up — though he should have known the source of it before he even checked. Of course it was Ryan. Christopher looked up and folded his hands together, resting his chin atop them as he looked across the long, oak table down to his adopted son. “...yes, Ryan? He asked softly, wondering what his son’s reason for being so suddenly loud was.

Ryan jumped out of his seat — really, he was out of place in the boardroom, where the Bishops met. Not dressed in a three piece suit like the rest of them, Ryan wore a black t-shirt that said ‘welcome to LS’ on the front and on the back ‘WE HATE YOU’ in big bold white letters, had a pair of bluetooth headphones wrapped around his neck, a pair of loose fitting jeans, and expensive sneakers. “I got it, man.” Ryan said, nodding as he thought about it in his head. Yeah, this plan could totally work. Motioning with his hand, Ryan pointed at the model of the prison that had been set up in the middle of the desk. Blitz play. Check it out. What you do is you give me and that pyromaniac, Charlie, one of those insurgents — you know, those big ass trucks Merryweather uses? And, well, I mean… The prison has to have a place for prisoners to like… be outside, right? So we take the insurgent, and we strap a rocket launcher on it… can you get one of those?” Ryan said, turning his attention to Grant.

The youngest of the Bishops shrugged his shoulders. “I might know a guy that has something like that… This plan doesn’t make any sense though.”

“That’s because it’s fucking stupid. What is the point of running a hole through the wall of the prison? What good does that do us? That just lets everyone out.” Christopher said, looking at his son with a disappointed glare in his eyes.

Haruma also looked displeased with such a ridiculous proposal. The suited male crossed his arms over his chest and sat back in the conference room chair, drawing attention to himself. Harry was thoughtful for a moment, and then backed up Christopher’s doubt with some of his own. “You want to… drive a truck, that will be armed with explosives, through the wall of the prison that my daughter is in. Am I understanding you correctly?” There was a measure of overprotective fatherliness in his tone, something that was usually well-hidden in his activities with The Syndicate.

“It’s not ‘armed’ like ‘armed’ to go boom, it’s ‘armed to shoot the wall’ armed.’” Ryan said, glancing over at Harry, before turning his attention back to his father. He had more explaining to do, as they obviously didn’t fucking get it...

“You see, that’s the beauty of the plan! We have our guys on the inside start a riot during playtime, and you get me a few snipers — long, long range at the points here, here and here,” Ryan said, placing coins down on the table to represent his snipers, then tapped the five guard towers on the prison model, “to take out the watch towers here, here, here, here, and here while I’m flying up to it, we unload the explosive and let ourselves into the playpen where the prisoners are all out and about. We’ll have to have someone airdrop in a cargo box, weapons, you know. And the masks of the people we’re in there to get. Now, you’re probably still asking yourself: ‘why break everyone out instead of just snagging our guys?’ Because, if we let everyone out, then they won’t focus on us! Because they’ll have to deal with everyone, right? So, we start a riot, break a hole in the wall, and arm the prisoners. Boom. The cops have more problems to deal with than they could have ever dreamed of, and I’ll get our guys out alive and in one piece, and bring them to the meeting point in Blaine County. I haven’t got that far yet, but I got a few days to think about it, and I’ll come up with an equally brilliant escape plan.”

Christopher looked down at his lap and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Haruma was staring at the boy, stone-faced. Grant had a bemused look on his face. Ryan, however, was dead serious:

“It’s goddamn fucking brilliant, dammit!”

Well, someone had to drive this forward, and Grant figured it might as well be him. “Okay, but you know explosives wouldn’t break through the prison wall, right? A crew tried that a few years back. Cracked it and didn’t even make a hole big enough. So, we could crack it, but then what? If you can’t get inside, this whole plan is fucking stupid.” Christopher shot the Bishop a look, but Grant just shrugged. Not like any of them had a better plan.

Ryan nodded and tapped his head. Oh, yeah, he’d covered that base. “Yeah, I thought about that. We’re gonna put a big ass spear head — you know, like a diamond? — on the front of the truck, and Cody over there is gonna rip the engine it comes with out and put a 1200 horsepower Coquette engine in it. Then we’re gonna crack the wall with the missile launchers, and spear right through it. Weaken it, end it. Doesn’t have to be a clean hole, we just gotta get through it.”

Christopher glanced over at Cody as he sipped at the glass of water. If this would work, Cody would know. Cody stroked his chin for a moment and leaned back in his chair. “That could work. I think with a big enough plow and 1200 horse, it could break through the wall. We can test it, maybe, but I’m confident. I can get it done.”

“You can’t have the plow and the rocket launcher.”

“Right, that’s why you’re handing Charlie the rocket launcher. Strapping it on wouldn’t work, I didn't think about that. But she could blast a hole while we’re driving, I trust her.”

“What about getting out? You know, you have to leave after arriving, right?” Christopher said coolly, looking over at Pyotr. His old friend shrugged his shoulders and adjusted himself in his chair. Truly, this plan was — while not quite as ingenious as Ryan seemed to think — was rather solid. Breaking everyone out of the prison rather than just their people was a good move. It’d keep the attention off of the Syndicate for a bit, and maybe they could make moves on a bigger set.

“If we are doing this, and this is a pretty sizable if, we need to have everything planned out perfectly beforehand. I can get you the firearms that are required in less than a day’s time, that is not the problem. What is a problem is that this is extremely public, uncomfortably so. How many men will we need? Who is going to fly the plane? And the getaway drivers?” Haruma spoke up again, he was calmer than before and took on his usual ‘strictly business’ tone - cold, calculating, and logical.

“Me, Charlie, the three snipers, a dude in a plane. I’m thinking Judah in the plane—”

“That kid you do coke with at the strip club…?”

“One and the same. He’s got a lot of flight experience. He can handle a plane.” What? Microsoft flight simulator counted, dammit. He just wouldn’t specify. Plus, how hard could it possibly be!? You started the plane, flipped a few switches, pulled up, pushed down as needed and flew. Easy, the Jewmeister could handle that. Probably. “He’s cool, dude. Yes, I know a plane is rather hard to lose attention with, which is why he’ll be bailing out of the plane and straight into the lake. No guts, no glory. As for the escape plan, I’m gonna put the crazy Chinese bitch — Zoey or whatever — here, with a Sanchez for each of us.” Ryan explained, putting another coin on the table, roughly a half mile away from the prison.

“We make it there on foot, with the distraction of the armed riot, and she’ll lead us out. She’s good at coming up with good hiding places and shit, trust me. She can lead us to safety. So, thirteen people total. Think you can get thirteen bikes?” He said, looking over at Grant, who gave a nod. Thirteen bikes? Please, that was child’s play. Ryan clapped his hands together and looked over at his father, “That’s the plan. It’s perfect.”

Christopher paused before turning his attention to Pyotr. Speaking in Russian, Christopher engaged his old friend in conversation: “It is a stupid plan.” He said bluntly, but Pyotr shook his head.

“It is a dangerous plan. It is a risky plan. It is a loud plan, different from what we normally do. But it is not stupid, and you shouldn’t dismiss it as such because it comes from Ryan. He’s right, stirring up trouble like that would be nothing but a good thing for our organization. The question comes down to whether you think it is worth the risk of losing him.” Pyotr responded, and Christopher shook his head.

He didn’t care about losing Ryan, or really any of the people in the pen. Haruma would be a bit of an issue if his daughter was in prison for a long time, but did Christopher care? Not really. But, this… was right. With Pyotr’s approval, the plan already was starting to sound better in his head. “No, the boy is better dead than dull. We’ll move forward with it.”

“I don’t speak fucking commie dammit!”

Christopher turned his attention back to his son. “We’ll do it. Well, leader. Go and lead. Everyone else… He’s basically told you what’s needed. Get it together.”

Meeting adjourned.



Tuesday, May 23rd




With dark shades on, Julian glanced down at his wrist watch while all his subordinates stood before him, waiting for their instructions, in the heat of Blaine County desert. For once, he wasn't completely decked out in an extortionate suit. He wore a leather jacket, a white collared long-sleeved shirt, and rugged jeans. Julian was a man with many obligations. Not all of them required him to look like he was going to a cocktail party and keeping an eye on an influential socialite that his employer would kill for.

Their current location was flat and barren. Satan's solarium. His eyes gazed up from his watch, as he slowly began to turn his sigil ring on his finger. The only sounds that could be heard were the breaths coming out of everyone’s mouths.

That is, until he spoke.

"You know why you're here. To retrieve those that failed. The plan itself is excessive, but it should work. Don't come back empty-handed, and keep your tracks clean. You know the drill." His toneless, yet modulated voice echoed through the desolate desert, "Let's get straight to business."

Julian approached the first group of people (Ryan, Charlie, Zoey, Jeff, and Eloise), but continued to address the entire team.

"At 0230 a riot will happen. It is currently 0212. The county jail never fails to stay on schedule, one slip and they will notice. Ryan is captain of this mission. When he says jump, you jump. Those of the same rank as him included. You five."

Julian continued to twist his ring while scanning the faces that stood before him. His eyes resting on the explosive enthusiast, Charlie, who wore a rabbit ski mask, hiding most of her features, "Will ride the Insurgent. Your objective: Break through the walls, retrieve your comrades in the masses, and get out of there." Julian gestured toward the vehicle, which held all the items that Ryan had requested during the conference.

"Zoey. Here." Julian handed her a small paper with coordinates: 43.7742° N, 114.1421° W. "You've been there before. Your job is to lead every man, and woman, after everything is all said and done, from point A to point B. Go past the lake and toward the mountains. Your rides will be waiting."

Stepping away from group 1, he strided toward the next group (Hugo, Eugene, Joey), who were all given sniper rifles prior to this, "The prison is broken into six blocks. A to F. There is a watchtower for each. Hugo will get A & B, the towers closer to the fields. Eugene, take C & D, and Joey, prove to me you can handle the rest. Your objective, make sure the Insurgent reaches the prison without someone dying. Take 'em out or be taken out." That group was predominantly Knights, so Julian would give them the benefit of the doubt and have faith they would go without a hitch.

Ah.

He stopped in front of the last group. The Pawns (Judah and Camille). He stood closer to them than he had with the others, so they could hear his voice loud and clear.

"Here's your chance to show us what you're made of. You two will be taking the air. While the truck is on the move and the snipers are doing what they do best. Sniping. You'll be transporting cargo into the fields. That cargo holds a mass amount of... bare essentials. Judah pilots. Camille pulls the leverage right when the plane hits the center of the riot. From there, dispose your vehicle. Dive it into the lake. Jump out. Meet up with the rest of your team and get your asses movin’. Got it? I don't care. Good."

Stepping back, Julian gave the Syndicate members a quick smirk before bringing his dark gaze back to his watch, "You have one minute and 27 seconds to get the show on the road or you'll be running out of time. Remember, Chess Pieces, failure is not an option. If it was, you'd all be dead by now."

"Alright, great, now if you'll excuse me." The King's Hand dismissed himself and walked away from the scene. He whistled his way to his silver T20 and before anyone could respond to him in anyway, he was gone.
@lovely complex ya i totally told her okay
@BrutalBxNo problem, I'm here to help with whatever!
Question, do you want us to come up with pre-existing relationships between our characters or rather than develop organically throughout the game?


Either or is fine really. My character will have pre-existing relationships with really anyone who approaches me about it, but most likely otherwise, they'll build through RP. So just do what you prefer

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