"No...just waiting on that prick Joey to call his man and have the gold picked up for $10mill, after that...dunno, see what happens..."

Joey came striding up,"Oh, are we talking about Blondie's anatomy again? I could probably correct it, but I'm not.... comfortable, to say the least. Anyways, Carmine, said to be at the docks tomorrow around noon, or don't come at all."

"..._{Good to know}..." Rugal said whist trying to hide his anger.
"So is this guy legit? I really don't want to walk into a ambush. never end well..." He asked.

captcha: good as gold, I think we are being spied on...

"Well if it is an ambush we'll get money and a good fight out of it so I'm not complaining.
Hell if anyone wants to try and win me share of the gold from me it's up for grabs.
Someone must be interested right?"

"How exactly would interested people be winning the gold from you?" Red asked neutrally.

"Badass off of course how else?"

"eerrr...No thanks...I don't need more gold _{then I already have...} Rugal said under the paper thin cover of being humble.
"Think all I'll get is a few new vests, Inferno burned quite a few of them..."

"I did tell you that that van you took belonged to a bank that some of the other families have... interests in, right? Carmine's a stand-up guy and he owes me a few favors, but you don't say no when one of the other Heads tells you that he's putting some of his guns on your property.And like I said, somewhere between fifty and two-hundred scattered over what, ten square miles? I don't know how far he's expanded since he got the whole place though."

"One thing to stay clear of are Donny Guffalo's boys, you can' miss 'em. They look like big fucking-hairless gorillas, literally. Short legs, arms the size o' girders, and brain's with about as much sense as.... I don't know what. But they're a bunch of fucking idiots.They'd kill ya as soon as sniff you."

He picked up one of the slices of pizza, sniffed it, and set if back down.

"Cutter, you still going with that whole vegetarian bullshit? I still can't see how you can only eat this and nothing else."

"Alright then, first thing in the morning, We head down there, I'll grab a few cars, don't wanna drive that Metal Target around town, not after last time." Rugal said as he finished his slice and rubbed his hands off his tracksuit bottoms.
He then grabbed a beer and checked what was on TV, just another King of Fortunes ad...

"I'm not vegetarian.
I'll eat meat if I kill it myself. I find meat only tastes good when it was going to eat you.
And I'll have you know there's an awful lot you can do without meat. All you need to do is know how to cook properly."
Probably hadn't even heard of most of the vegetables she used.

"Wait...you're not a cannibal are you?..." Rugal asked Cutter a hint of fear in his voice.

"Hardly ever."

"Well...it was the only way to find out..." Rugal answered as he as he turned back to the TV.

"I'm not vegetarian.....

"In other words, you're a vegetarian only when you feel like it. In essence, you're a vegetarian. So, when do we wanna leave? I got a car from a guy at the stadium yesterday, where's the other prospect?"

"I'll grab another few. No way we'll get that much gold in one car." Rugal answered.

"I don' see how you could be anything other than an omnivore.....I find that food is food and anything digestable without harm to the gut is worthy sustenance. I could eat anything....organic. So no rocks or metal for instance, but I can eat tree bark, paper, fabrics, speaking of paper, once I ate a beehive, the bees just tried to sting me and died.....that was sweet, I felt nothing, and the bees weren't bad, either. I was practically an urban gourmet!"

"Cool Story Roach..." Rugal said as he flicked though the channels.
"Hey, How did you become a giant bug anyways?"

"Giant bug.....tch. Why must you hyperbolise hyperbole? I would consider myself cockroach-like in my abilities and features, hence why I chose the name." he paused, and drew breath before speaking at a seemingly impossible, TV commercial speed. "Disclaimer: Roachmanandrelatedorganisationsarenotaffliatedwithcockroachesinanyway. Anyresemblanceoffeatures, qualitiesandrealifeeventsaremerelycoincidence."
He gasped for air. He wheezed with effort: "And in answer to your question, *gasp* i'm not sure, *gasp* I needed to take certain measures to survive-" Pause. Pizza-flavoured belch. "...and my body just, adapted...kind of...so I could cope with needing to eat rotten food and fight entire street gangs. And win."

"Giant bug.....tch. Why must you hyperbolise hyperbole?

"Kid, you chose the name, deal with the consequences and mistakes that come with it. So, there's at least four gates onto the docks, two on the eastside leading from the city in, one on the north and one on the south."

He pulled a paper plate from the side of the kitchen table, looked for something to write with and found nothing. Instead, he pulled the slice of the pizza he had just put down and a plastic fork and began drawing out what he had just said and kept saying.

"Here in the center is Carmine's tower, a big concrete slab that rises up at least fifty feet, with a glass wall bottom and top floor, reinforced, bullet-proof I might add, this shit will not give to anything less than a damn rocket, true story. Moving on, there's at least fifty warehouses, again concrete slabs that won't give to much of anything. The south entrance is the hardest to get to, you go through this two mile canyon you all know, Grunderson's Canyon, right? Anyways razor wire tops the chain link, along with them being hooked up to a couple car battery. Crude I know, but Carmine's never been known to be subtle when he can scare the shit out of punks."

"Oh, and I suppose I should tell you what Carmine looked like last time I saw 'im. First of all, he's a fat fuck, guy's easily 350, probably more now, but the guy's got a fondness for neon pink suits, tie-dye shirts, and organic sandals. He'll be in any of them or combination thereof. Don't be fooled by it though, the guy's the luckiest man I know. Bullets go through 'im and don't hit anything even remotely vital, a guy throws a punch and his shoulder decides at that moment to go out of place. I saw him throw a handful of quarters once on a bet, 2 mil, all of them landed head side up, no bouncing, no spinning, nothing, heads up all the damn way."

He went and sat down on one of the loveseats farthest from the living room entrance, leaving three spaces open, one by him, one by Rugal sitting on the couch, and a recliner across from Joey.

"So... in the morning, we go for what, three, four SUV's and big cars to move the gold in? I've got one idea on how to start it, let me go in with..." He looked around, picking out each of them,and contemplating "I'd say either Metal Head or you, Inferno. Either of you'd work for a cover, either bodyguard or... girlfriend respectively, but it's just business, I'm known by these guys and if they've got," He counted them,"Seven of us right off the bat, they'll break out the heavy artillery, and I mean BFGs.Stay back with the gold a few minutes, then come up when I call again.By the way, what happened to the Idiot Genius?"

"Luck as a Superpower?...Great, that won't be annoying at all...As for Zeph, still hasn't woken up yet I don't think...Go with Inferno, Ferrous might eat the damn things..." Rugal replied as he got up.
"I be close by, Beth, one of our older team mates, ran off with her share or a robbery, not letting that happen again..."

"I'll be ready whenever you need me. So is this just a simple get in kill and get out mission for me?
Or will I need to do something special?"

"Hopefully, all going well, we won't need anything, still...All going bad, as much as you got..." Rugal said before he saw the Time; 11.45PM.
He decided to stay up, at least till Inferno headed off, lest she have another episode.

*Yawns* after having dozed of watching the TV. Ferrous made his way towards the rest of the group.
"What do you mean, I would eat the damn things? I only eat a little piece of the van. So any thing happened while I was taking a nap?"

"Inferno up and about and Joey was talking about the plans for the Gold drop, how'd you feel about being a bodyguard?" Rugal asked Ferrous.

"Well, whichever of you go, you're going to have to get suited up. Or dressed up, in Inferno's case, can't have you going in with common clothes. They won't buy it otherwise, which means you guys've got a date with my old tailor, he's normally got something stashed in the back from a dropped deal. I'll call him up right now, he's normally working this time anyways."

Joey walked back to the phone again, again covering the number he dialed in.

"Yeah, Mr. Anderson, you think you've got some time early in the morning? Say... 7 am? Yeah, you'll have to get up in the morning, don't you wanta see an old friend? You're gonna have to be fresh and downstairs a bit before then, though.... you have anything in a... say a size,"He looked at Inferno, guessing her size,"size... 4-7, female, probably something red? Or a...."He sized up Ferrous,"30-25-24 suit? Ok, we'll be there tomorrow at 7."

Joey went back to the living room,"Ok, I'm turning in, Metal Head, Inferno, we're going to be up early tomorrow, 6 at the latest, you've got a tailor date with Joe Johnston, the whitest black man you'll ever meet."

"Eeehhhh, how much will I be paid? Who will I be the bodyguard of? Do I have to wear fancy clothing? How long do I have to be one? I want to read the contract first before I sign anything" Ferrous told Rugal.

"Hey, Ask Joey, he's the one setting it up" Rugal answered as a Comedy about would'be Supers sharing a Flat together came on.

"I think I'll be getting to sleep as well.
It's been a long day after all.
Wake me early I prefer to be up with the sun when I can."

Zen Toombs:
Snip

"Night Cutter...Say Inferno, you alright with Joey's Plan? of not burning everything and pretending to be a tag along and not to being so...uhhhh...enthusiastic about what you do for a Living?" Rugal asked, Hoping to dissuade her from pretending to be Joey's Girlfriend.
Ahhhh...still thinking with what El Shaddai (Hebrew for God) Gave ya?...
_{"Where did I Learn that?..."} He asked himself.

Roachman was drawn to the idea of sleeping in a bed above prison or makeshift standards...but even cardboard was 100 times better than cold, hard pavements and roofs.
"I'm gonna hit the hay, now, this'll be wierder than prison for me, so I might as well get settled..." he pulled off his hat and headed off to his room. He called back to the others. "See you morning." he bet he'd be up before Cutter, as it was safe to sleep hour by hour on the streets, and that's what he was used to.

Diablo1099:
Say Inferno, you alright with Joey's Plan? of not burning everything and pretending to be a tag along and not to being so...uhhhh...enthusiastic about what you do for a Living?"

Coraline blinks for a moment, confused. You can tell she had drifted off. "Um, well it sounded boring." she pouts for a moment. "It'll probably work too. The boring ones always do...."

Zen Toombs:
It'll probably work too. The boring ones always do...."

Red had been dwelling on the tactical considerations of Joey's plan for some time, as Cutter announced she was going to bed. "Good night, Cutter."

Rugal started asking Inferno about the plan -- obviously uncomfortable with the idea of what Joey meant to have her pose as; however, Inferno did make the most sense to have inside in case things went poorly with the exchange. She tried to cut off Rugal's suspicious questioning, for his sake. "I know it'll be annoying, but we really do need you there, Inferno."

Rugal then remembered that Red Knew.
God, this is fucked up...the only one who doesn't seem to know is Inferno...Christ, why does everything have to be so damn hard.... He thought as he quietly retracted his question.

"I know it'll be annoying, but we really do need you there, Inferno."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Coraline responded flippantly. "Be eye candy and if it get too hot, make big boom.

It'll probably be so boring though..." she points at Rugal "I liked your plans better. Much more exciting."

It appears that Red was successful in her verbal jujitsu.

Of course she likes his plans, he always just wings it. Red at least noted her verbal jujitsu success. "I'm not pleased about the circumstances either, Inferno," she stated. Too much was riding on other people not screwing her over for Red's tastes.