KinkyPrawn

Underground

Snorting at her message, Eddie rolled onto his stomach as he started typing. ::Doubt it. Comfy bed, lekker food, might as well take the motel board off and make it a luxury resort.:: he sent her with a smirk emoji. He stared at his screen for a bit before typing further.

::Can come pick you up. Can't be too far from me. It's a double bed and I'm sure it's more comfortable than yours. Plus you even got your own bed warmer right next to you then.:: he sent her as he grinned at his screen, his mind slowly descending into the gutter.

Checking the time, he set his phone aside and rolled onto his back. He would laugh if he actually managed to convince her to go along with his stupid idea. The thought reminded him of something as he picked up his phone again. ::Ditch Daryl, my conversation is a lot more interesting.:: he sent her with another smirk emoji.

@KrystalKleo

Underground

Overall the packing and moving seemed to go according to plan. They had learned the hard way to not get comfortable, no matter where they stationed. After a couple hours of driving, Eddie sent the address to the trucks following him before taking a different route. The others soon followed and scattered to the wind.

Eddie turned up the volume of his radio and sat back, cruising along a highway towards his destination. His mind drifted back to the mission that went south. It didn't make sense that a church so hell-bent on toppling the government would suddenly tip off the FBI. It was obviously an inside job. But even with his precautions, there were simply too many people who could have let them know. The obvious solution was to take them all out... though the thought of plugging his closest lieutenant didn't sit well with him. As suspicious as he was, he didn't want to immediately act on her.

He brushed it off. He could easily chalk up a list of people who knew the new address. If this move flopped, he would know who to take out... however only one person had the real address. The rest was all a meeting point for the crew to assemble. He hoped that his suspicions were wrong.

By nightfall, he pulled into a motel and checked in under an alias. He got himself a decent meal and immediately got ready for bed afterwards. Laying in bed, he opened his chat with Scarlett on his phone. ::Howzit sweetheart. Missing me already?:: he sent her with a snicker. He figured that she would have stopped somewhere as well by now. ::You guys make good time?:: he sent shortly after.

@KrystalKleo

Underground

Eddie scoffed at her compliment as he made his way to the door. She continued to speak as she walked with him, earning a chuckle from the gun runner. With her last commet he stopped and looked at her with a smirk. "No promises. Though don't let the convoy stick too close to each other. We'll scatter then regroup in the Vegas safehouse. Bleddie long drive but we can't stay local." he instructed her with a casual tone. "Just don't take too long, I need my eye candy." he joked as he gave her chin a light and gentle flick.

He turned to leave once more for his truck, opening the passenger door and dumping his gear behind his seat. To say he trusted her would be a lie. In this business one couldn't trust anyone. But she had proven herself valuable with his operations and knew she would get the rest of the outfit out in one piece.

A bunch of unassuming crates and containers were loaded up onto his truck before he started the smoking diesel engine. Glancing over to Scarlett, he waved her over. "Ditch the vehicles as well halfway. No evidence or loose ends. Don't be a stranger." he quipped, flashing her a wink before driving out of the warehouse ahead of a few other vehicles following after him. .

@KrystalKleo

Underground

Eddie's gaze shifted up to his partner sitting in the office with him. While her body language could be interpreted as flirtatious, he was far too pissed off to care about that for the moment. "Ja and we could have afforded a new one if those fuckers didn't call the fuckin feds on us! Like, since when do they care about the feds?!" he continued to vent, utterly dumbfounded by the occurrence.

He ran a hand through his hair and over his face as he dropped into the chair with a heavy thud. After a long groan and a few spins around with the office chair, he turned to face her. "We can't loaf around here anymore, bra, we need to get out of here. Bleddie feds will be onto us." he explained with a much calmer tone as he studied her. With a final sigh he grabbed his pistol and plate carrier, rising from his chair.

"Tell the boys it's time to pack up. We're rolling out." he ordered as he turned to leave. "Hopefully we can shake them. You riding with me?" he asked as he stopped in the doorway, turning to face her.

@KrystalKleo

Underground

United States/Alabama

Afternoon/Sunny

As much as Eddie Lessing hated the country and the government, he had to admit that it was the best place for his business. Plus the state helped to keep a low profile with everything already going on within its lines. Some might even say that, as an immigrant, he was living the American dream.

Set up in an old, abandoned warehouse that used to process some sort of crop was a massive operation with people sorting various illegal weapons, packing them up and going about other business that was clearly less than legal. However, things were a lot more tense now than it usually would be. "Oi Mike, make sure those AR's are all in there! If those Baptist fuckers stole our shit, I'm gonna moer them!" Eddie shouted over to one of his soldiers as he hopped out of his truck. The man threw him a thumbs up as he walked around to get to some pelican cases out from the back of the truck. "You got it, boss." he responded as he started to unload the cases. "And get them unloaded as quick as you can. We might need to pack up. Those Feds will definitely be on our tails after that." he ordered the man as he walked away from the truck, unstrapping his body armour as he marched. A few other people joined in to help him as their boss disappeared into his office.

After almost throwing his chair through the window of the dilapidated office, he took a moment to catch his breath. "Fucking extremists. I swear, if it's not a bloody church in the US, it's a bloody terrorist group in the Middle East." he ranted to himself as he looked around his office.

@KrystalKleo

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Ooh sounds like it could be fun. I'm on discord too.

@KrystalKleo

What's your name on Discord? I'll shoot a PM real quick then we can get planning

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Hey there

You wanna...

thread?( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I just joined the Discord as well if you wanna PM