[img]http://i.imgur.com/k4gahzg.png[/img] [img]http://i.imgur.com/8mPMSWF.png[/img] [b][u]Los Paraisos: Outside The Grande Diamond[/u][/b] As the discussion carried on, with ideas being presented from everyone, Thunderhawk could only shake his head and feel the agitation in his body swelling up. After it carried on for a few more moments, the ranger couldn’t bear anymore, before finally shouting with his voice raised dangerously high. “No, no, no!” He shouted, then suddenly realising the need to calm down and be cool. “No, we don’t just go barging in the back door, or try to pretend to be any of the security guards or cause a diversion. We don’t do [i]any[/i] of those. Don’t any of you remember what I said when we first met?” Thunderhawk crouched down, sighing as he soothed his throbbing temples. Marcus didn’t take his eyes off the building. He just looked it over. Estelle and Josette… were inside. “There’s no Guild here. We have no authority here.” Marcus replied. “Anything we do, we’re in the wrong.” “Exactly, which is precisely why you guys need to actually start using your heads more instead of going for the obvious responses. Distractions don’t work. Any idea with a possible high risk of being spotted… of being found out is no good. Sorry Aria, your illusion abilities are pretty handy, but not even you could maintain an illusion for enough of us long enough inside. And if we were to get split up, which is pretty possible, then what then? No, this is what you guys need to understand.” Thunderhawk sighed. “This is a noble. A noble from our own Artar Kingdom, which means any backlash we get from discovery is ten times worse. What we’re doing is illegal. Unbelievably illegal. Los Paraisos follows its own rules. Money talks here. As sickening as it is, as far as this place might be concerned… and I’m willing to bet it probably is if nothing’s been done about it already with the number of kidnappings that have happened, us just barging in or doing anything, even to rescue people that have been kidnapped, is going to do nothing more then cause a national shitstorm the likes none of you have ever seen before. We’re [i]not[/i] the good guys here.” “What? Fuck that!” Moira glared straight at the ranger. “You’re not talking about fucking giving up, are you? Like last time?!” Thunderhawk shot a fierce glare straight back at her. “No, I’m not. I’m getting those women out no matter what might happen to me. What I’m saying is, we need to be smart about how we do this, and we need to make sure we don’t fuck it up in any way, shape or form. A single mistake, and this whole thing is fucked to kingdom come.” Marcus again continued to do nothing but stare at the distant building. “…any ideas?” “That pass Freddie mentioned…” Dylan repeated. “He said there was a way, wasn’t there? A certain way people could get in without a special pass. What is it?” [img]http://i.imgur.com/aiPoQUm.png[/img] “Oh, I know that.” Cid interrupted, raising his hand as if asking for permission to speak. “Hot women looking for a job.” “…pardon?” “Yeah, hot women. The building’s meant to be a club for the richest of nobles. They hire beautiful women as waitresses and the like. Like, y’know, at the casinos.” [img]http://i.imgur.com/fFjj2Cx.png[/img] “Oh, card dealers and staff to run the games.” Clive added. “And serve drinks and stuff.” Cid replied. “There’s still a pretty strict interview process, but that’s the only type of people they’d admit inside who aren’t on the list. Anyone else and you get booted straight back out.” “Shame we're not hot women... Anyway, that’s good and all… but...” Clive continued. “More importantly, where’s Big Bro?! We still need to find him and tell him Big Sis is in trouble!!” [img]http://i.imgur.com/CpfbCG4.png[/img] “He’s already inside.” Crimson Justice replied, the superhero staring towards the building much in the same way Marcus did, his eyes never leaving it, his arms folded across his chest. “He’s already working on rescuing them.” “REALLY!?” The bros and Trixie all shouted at once. “Phew! That’s Big/Super Bro for you!!” "Cor," Moira whistled as well. "How the fuck did he manage that? He went in the back door, didn't he?" Thunderhawk’s brow twitched again. What the hell kind of information was that? How the hell could that possibly help them? That had to be the single most useless piece of information they could have possibly got- And then his heart stopped. [i]No. No, no, no. Gods no.[/i] His face turned pale. His head slowly creaked and turned towards Selan, who looked at him much in the same way. The expression one wore when they knew what the other one was thinking, but for Thunderhawk… it was something he couldn’t admit. Not ever. More then that, what was most horrifying to him was the sheer fact he even thought of the idea in the first place. And that, for all intents and purposes… it was also their best shot. That fucking red haired idiot. She’d have to, wouldn’t she. She’d just have to do this to him. And Aria. That [i]witch[/i]. This… this was all her fault. He came to Los Paraisos on Tiberius’ behalf to rescue women. He also tried his best to better himself. To clean his act up. Go sober, and not to look at women as if they were little more then sexual conquests. He was meant to better himself. And all that had happened instead was that he had fallen even lower then ever before. “…what?” His friends looked to Thunderhawk with concern. Marcus peeled his eyes away from the building for a fraction of a second to scrutinise Thunderhawk’s horrified expression. “Have you got an idea, Thunderhawk?” Marcus asked. He gulped. He flashed his eyes at Selan again… and he could swear he saw a small smile creep up her coy lips. “…we’re going to need some dresses…" He replied. "And a [b]lot[/b] of makeup.”