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Tom snickered, also waving goodbye to the mafiosos as they were deposited by Grace into Chick-Fil-A via a portal. He would have paid good money to see their reactions when they woke up and discovered they were missing their wallets, sunglasses and were in a horrible fast food restaurant bathroom, and if they weren't on a cool undercover mission he would have gone there and set up some kind of camera just to record it. But they were on a cool undercover mission, and the cool undercover mission had to go first. Tom snickered again as Grace's purple-haired head poked through the portal and invited them to go inside too. Tom stepped into the portal and immediately shuddered, not used to the feeling of travelling through space using a portal. 

Coming out in the shed, Tom kicked a broom out of the way before stepping out into the sun, taking deep breaths and leaning over as he got over the bizarre feeling of portal travel. [color=SteelBlue]"Christ... That's fucking rough..."[/color] He shook his head before standing up fully, the nauseated feeling slipping away after about a minute. His eyes flicked around the well tended to garden that he was now standing in, before focusing on the door that Brie was already heading it to. He walked quickly to keep up as the trio headed inside the extravagant mafia mansion. [color=SteelBlue]"Man..."[/color] Tom said, looking around at the gorgeous corridor. [color=SteelBlue]"These people are loaded! I bet some of this art is worth thousands.[/color] For a moment he considered taking some off the wall - stealing from the mafia wasn't morally wrong, right? 

But as Brie darted down the corridor he remembered he was on a cool undercover mission, and so he shook his head and got rid of the idea of an art heist. He went in a different direction from Brie, just for a second, to see if he could find the entrance into the meeting. He went off into another ornate corridor, around a couple of bends, before he was suddenly met with the sight of another mafioso patrolling the corridors. Tom kept himself calm and simply looked at the man, who regarded him for a moment before nodding curtly. Tom quickly nodded back, then the man walked off in a different direction. Tom snickered a little. He supposed that he looked like a mafioso enough to not arouse any suspicion. Or maybe it was the sunglasses... Yeah, it was probably the sunglasses. 

While Tom was internally gloating about his encounter, he heard a yell nearby and then something heavy hit the ground. He quickly rushed in the general direction of the noise, having to go back and forth through a few identical ornate corridors, before he discovered Brie standing above the body of another mafioso, knocked out peacefully. Looked like she had also had an encounter, but hers had not gone nearly as smoothly has his. He shook his head as Grace appeared at the scene a couple of seconds after he did. [color=SteelBlue]"Shit, I heard the body hitting the ground from a couple of corridors over, the dude I saw probably heard it too."[/color]

He glanced at Grace again. [color=SteelBlue]"We probably should get to the meeting right now. Grace, can you make this guy join the Chick-Fil-A gang?"[/color] Tom couldn't help but crack a small smile at his own words. 

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