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With Sabella back on the island, and in the process of altering herself, a small group of junior members have been dispatched to the mainland to secure the nutrients neccessary for her survival. In other words, they've been told to come back with a mountain of meat. All four juniors are equipped with small comlinks. Umbra slinks back into the shadows outside of a rather large and well known slaughter house. A small tap can be heard over the comsystem before she speaks, "Arrived at location, ready to enter."
"Acknowledged. Still awaiting correct vehicle." Blitz replies, frowning down what should be a busy intersection but is failing to do so yet. "You guys know what to do, right? I walk out in front, Hurricane you help it stop if we need to. Poltergeist molds with it and makes sure it goes nowhere until we're all set. I'll deal with the driver once the door is open. Then we argue over who drives." He's not in BoM regalia, of course. Far too unsubtle. Instead, dark jeans and a hooded jacket with a scarf that should serve to nicely hide his face when he's beating up on truck drivers. Nice and easy.
"Yeah, got it," is Hurricane's reply, if not slightly nervous sounding. The whole idea of going to all of this just to do a little grocery shopping's a bit wierd for the youngster, but he ain't about to say so. Dark hair is stranded in what you might call a windswept manner, though that, along with his dark clothes is a stark contrast to his skin, which looks as though it only sees a minimal amount of sun. His modest clothes look a bit heavy, given his naturally thin frame, his mouth and such hidden by a bandanna drawn around it, leaving only icey blue eyes staring out in one direction or the other, just waiting for something to start happening.
Brendan is also dressed like a regular citizen, wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a basketball jersey, and a hooded jacket over that, as well as his usual baseball cap. He'd be able to easily pull the 'regular human guy' thing off too, if not for the lovely blue glow that still surrounds him. ;) Hearing Amara's message, Brendan glances to Blitz from where he stands further down and gives him a confirming nod, letting him know he's ready. His eyes go back to the road, and he waits to see if he can spot their target(s). "Gotcha. Ready to roll whenever those bastards decide to show up..." he mutters. Turning his eyes to Hurricane, he simply grins at the youth's nervous manner. He loved to unsettle that guy. "So, Blitz, you remember that last time we did something like this? That new guy ended up getting a crowbar embedded in his forehead?" he jokes, though how is Hurri supposed to know that? ;)
"Affirmative. Be careful out there." Once more the comsystem goes silent as Amara slinks off towards the building, using the shadows as cover. She scoffs once she examines the security system, and shakes her head. Sad. Yet, who would really anticipate a break in at a slaughter house? Within a matter of moments, the young woman is inside the building, and sneaky down a hallway. A pause for examination proves there to be three guards within the area, two seated and one on patrol. Cake. The first is knocked out as he passes on his round, and drug into a corner. A rather dark corner. One down, two more to go.
A richly amused chuckle comes down Padraig's comlink. "Freon, he called himself, didn't he? Dickhead should have learnt how to jump out of the way. Must admit he made a pretty pattern across the floor. You see the pictures of that, Hurricane?" Hands in pockets, just a random guy standing at a curb. One foot taps a little, impatient for action. Piercing blue eyes glare down the road, as if he can will a meat truck to turn up faster.
Hurricane'd be glad to give Brendan the sign language treatment if he were a little closer, though he listens to the chatter on the com, hands folding tightly around his chest. "Yeah.. Too bad his teammates didn't have his back, huh, Brendan?" There's certainly a reason Blitz isn't included in that little quip.
Brendan chuckles as well in response to Blitz's reply. "Yeah, I think it was Freon, not sure...I'd have to check again." Upon hearing Hurricane's comment, he smirks. "Oh, we had his back. Not to mention half of his arm, his left leg, part of his skull, and I think, like, four of his fingers?" He hums softly to himself, eyes on the road still. At that moment, a relatively large semi begins to barrel down the road, coming towards them. Brendan goes back into serious mode..."Alright, troopers, I got a large wagon of meat headed right in your direction, not hard to miss...nice sized truck, too. This'll be fun..." he grins.
Teasing Hurricane. Those two should be ashamed of themselves, or so Amara thinks. She might actually be smiling at this point, if she wasn't more focused on her task at hand. Once guard number one has been gone a little too long, one of those seated stands to investigate. He gets as far as his buddy did before he goes down as well. With one remaining, Amara moves forward, weaponless for the time being. With his back to her, Umbra easily sneaks up on him and strikes the back of his neck. As he tumbles to the floor, she uses the controls in front of her to survey the security cameras. Only a handfull of workers. Too easy. Guard number three is drug to join his companions, and they are all bound together.
Padraig frowns lightly, as if in thought. "I think someone's still got his nuts in a jar somewhere." is quipped with an obvious grin sounding into his voice. "Trooper? I'm so kicking your ass for that one. Acknowledged." Sharp eyes pick it out, before Padraig does his thing and steps out into the road, looking like he's oblivious to the van. Okay, perhaps the jumping and waving doesn't help with that, or the slightly flickering blue light from a couple of sparks dancing over his fingertips. Enough to just catch the eye and probably look like a lighter. "Hurricane." Is the order to be prepared. Not even Blitz wants a semi in the face.
Hurricane doesn't say much else on the subject. Assholes. In a perfect world, he'd gladly leave them hanging by their panties off of a tree branch. Yep, keep on dreaming, young man. As things get serious, he draws his hood up over his face. "Showtime..." He's not overly excited about any of this, and is happy just to get it done and get back out of here. While Blitz makes an ass out of himself, he steps out onto the street nearby, turning a hand up to wave toward the oncoming truck while his free hand stays low, though turned with the palm facing said vehicle, picking up just a little extra sheer in the wind to help ensure that the truck comes to a stop when they need it to.
Brendan grins, "I'm moving out, guys n'gals." As he sees Blitz moving in front of their target, Brendan heads around the side of the truck...the driver's attention most likely is on Blitz, so it makes his job that much easier. As the truck passes by him, Brendan simply leaps right at it, vanishing into the side with an audible 'phoomph!' and a flicker of blue light. Moving from within the truck, Brendan heads towards the front, intent on stopping the behemoth.
The rewards for being own her own are evident as Amara continues to listen to the chatter over the com. "I am selling them to the highest bidder, as their memory has caused quite a demand." The woman's reply is monotone as she barely manages to mumble the words, her attention still on the control system before her. Perhaps, if this was not a mission, she might actually have smiled. A few flicks of switches cause the alarms all about the plant to go down, and the majority of the doors to lock. The Laura Croft look alike makes her way to the location of the other workers and closes the door behind her. Five men versus one tiny female. The first she encounters goes down hard, drawing the attention of the others. She draws her guns and waits to see if there are to be any heroes.
And SCREECH! The truck is slowed to stop, whether purely by the driver slamming on his brakes or Brendan and Hurricane's assistance, the rubber left on the road is thick, even as Padraig turns his waving hands to deliver a joyously amused pair of gestures at the driver. "Should get Chrome to make them into paperweights, babe. Then I want them for our anniversary. Door, please." Blitz beams into the comlink as one hand comes to his ear, shell-like pretending to try and listen to the tirade of abuse coming from the raging New Yorker inside it. He makes some innocent gestures like he can't hear, as he breaks into a jog to get around to the driver's door. "And try not to let him drive off. Hurricane, you got the blindfold and stuff to tie him up ready?"
Hurricane briefely eyes around, hoping the boss lady's alright in there. Probably more exciting in there than out here. He stays in front of the truck for the moment, both hands lowered and palms twisted towards it, glaring behind his shades at the driver inside. "He ain't going nowhere.. Yeah, I got it," he says, though he doesn't know why they don't just kill the prick and be done with it. God, he hates people.
Brendan suddenly appears in the passenger's seat right next to the driver of the truck. He grins over at the New Yawka. "Hi," he replies cheerfully. "Y'know, you shouldn't say those kinds of words, it's really not polite." He tips the bill of his cap to the truck driver, "Just some friendly advice..."... before he leans across and aims three hard punches right at the driver's face. As each one connects, Brendan's satisfaction grows...he didn't know beating on humans was so much fun. ;) The driver slumps across the wheel, and Brendan grins down at Paddy and Hurri from the cab. "Objective number 2 complete, guys." The door to the truck opens, and the driver's body is pushed out.
"Hey, you're not allowed in here!" Yeah, that's a smart thing to say to a woman holding two guns in your direction, and the other workers seem to think the same thing. "Load off of this material into that cooler, and no harm will come to you." Amara's words are soft yet firm, her guns accenting the point. The three men set to work on the task, and as they show signs of finishing, Amara eliminates them one at a time. Eliminate meaning knocking them into a deep slumber, of course. With one remaining, she prepares to take care of him as well, but he quickly catches on to her plan. "God damn slut, I'll teach you a lesson!" He lunges at her, but she quickly avoids his attack. "Finish," is her only command. He does as instructed, and moves the last piece into the freezer, where she follows him into. "I can see how a pretty young thing like yourself can be frigid, but even you shouldn't walk in here like that." Oh, yeah, wrong thing to say. And she was being so nice, too. Luckily her com is off while the gun is fired, and the man slumps to the floor. With a soft click, the link is reactivated. "Objective complete. Retrieve the inventory at your earliest convenience."
"You thieving bastard, I wanted to hit him." Padraig mutters. "You try and argue over who's driving now and I won't be happy. And I guess now we might as well claim responsibility now he knows you're a mutant. Ah, sod it. Not like it matters. Go make sure we've got meat in here?" Blitz reaches down to press a pair of fingers to the man's cheekbone and punch a little bit of power in. Hopefully it'll scramble him and his memory a bit, and the tiny little burns should only hurt for a couple of days. "Don't want to find out we've got a truck full of condoms or something." Wiping his fingerprints off quickly, he takes a pair of thin woolen gloves from in a pocket and pulls them on as he climbs into the driver's seat. "He's all yours, Hurricane. Oh, and acknowledged, babe. We'll be there soon."
Hurricane glares for a bit longer, watching Brendan have all the fun and spend more time chatting with the guy than knocking him out. As the driver goes slack, he drops his hands and steps over, fishing in his pockets for blindfold and ample amount of duct tape he brought along with him. Good ole duct tape. God's omni-tool. Gloves secure, he steps over, making sure the prick's on his back before going to work, securing th blindfold over his eyes. He doesn't seem to be willing to make being tied up such a comfortable thing to the guy, taping up his wrists rather tightly and cruely behind his back before doing the same with his ankles.. It's easy to have a boost of confidence when you're manhandling someone who's unconscious. He thinks for a moment, before suddenly proceeding to duct tape the man's mouth, a somewhat satisfying grin coming onto his face. "Run your mouth now, pig."
Brendan replies back to Blitz, "Oh, and like the sparks coming out of your hands were a sign that you were normal, right?" He chuckles. "It doesn't matter, the guy's on dream street right now. I never was a good driver anyways, so you guys fight it out, I'm perfectly fine with shotgun." Looking back over his shoulder towards the back of the truck, Brendan nods to Blitz's suggestion. "Hangon a minute, lemme check the back." He vanishes...then reappears a few moments later. "Bullseye. Let's get this baby to our destination, guys, it's smooth sailing from here..." He peers down as Hurricane ties the driver up. "Geez, eh, got a few issues there you need to discuss, pal?" He snickers.
Amara raises a brow as she listens to the conversation over the com. Yes, very good thing she is not around all of that testosterone. "Entrance is in the rear. Door will be open. Follow hallway until you reach the freezer." If anyone touches on her words, she -will- kill them. A cardboard box is used as a chair as she waits for them to arrive, not at all bothered by the chill of her environment. Eventually her legs become propped up on another box as she makes herself most comfortable. No more conversation is offered on her end. Not neccessary.
How... can... Padraig... resist... joke? He can't, so he just snickers to himself, though it'll carry over the comlink. "Be there very soon, babe. Can you guys get that scum into the truck for me?" He revs the engine a couple of times, or as well as it will, before commenting, "You know, would now be a good time to tell you guys I've never driven anything this big before? Ah, it'll be fine." And now, he's ready to drive.
Hurricane hears that.. and doesn't say a word. He's a good boy, really! Poor, undersexed kid, bad enough he's on an island with plenty of opposite chromesome folk that aren't ashamed to flaunt. He finishes up with the prick, and looks up as driving privileges are mentioned. He looks at Padraig for about the equivilent of 2 seconds before saying. "Y-yeah, you can drive." With that he glares down at the guy, reaching for his legs. "Brendan, hurry up and help me get this fat ass inside!"
Brendan definitely has to bite his tongue as he hears Amara over the comlink. Mind you, this is the same guy who had a splash fight and poking war with Raidha the previous day. ;) Impressively he does manage to control himself though, snickering softly as well and shaking his head. He goes over to the unconscious driver, aiming a few kicks at the guy just for fun. Reaching down, he starts to lift the fat guy so that he can put him in the back of the truck, looking over at Hurricane as he joins him. He turns off his comlink for a quick moment. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who soooo wanted to make a comment about the rear entrance thing?" He grins, before flicking the com back on again. He tosses the lardass into the back of the truck, before slamming the doors shut again. Dusting his hands off, he heads back toward the front of the truck.
Seeing as how she's sitting in pure silence, or close enough, Amara can hear the tiny click of someone turning their com off. No matter. She sighs softly and closes her eyes, and that's exactly the way that they will find her once they arrive. Everything will appear normal to her teammates as they set out to meet her, until they enter the freezer. A body has been left there, sprawled out on its back, the man having a perfectly round hole in his forehead. The walls and some of the meat behind him are splattered with blood. Let someone question Umbra about her actions, and her desire not to clean the mess. Hey, at least the other men were hidden in a safe place, and are alive!
Another comlink flicked off. "Dude. Any idea what she'd do if you made that joke? Anyway, there's only one man who's lucky enough to have the chance of finding out. Not that I'm stupid enough to ask." A snort of laughter and Padraig gives an amused grin. Comlink back on. "Come on ladies, I wanna see what this thing can do."
Hurricane waits until he and Brendan are in the back, briefely exposing his mouth as they load him up He speaks up, but in his hurry, forgets to switch off his own comlink. "Hell no. Blitz'd fry us like chicken if she didn't get us first." Maybe timing will keep Blitz from hearing that little quip, since his got shut off too. With that said he comes back around with Brendan to get seated.
Brendan climbs back up into the cab, sitting in the middle as he leans back in the seat and relaxes, a grin upon his face. Now -this- was fun...finally an opportunity to show a bit of what he can do. He can't help but think about where Averillix could possibly be at the moment, and what she would do if she knew he was on the mainland...but he quickly pushes those thoughts out of his head as he focuses on the task at hand. He is silent, eyes flickering, and he waits for Blitz to start driving the truck...
"....." Okay, the face is linked with the voice. There were two coms clicked off, if Amara heard correctly. Yes, yes, they must have decided to comment on her choice of words. Damn them all. "Perhaps I would offer a chance for the one brave enough to comment to find out," she speaks softly into the com, not even opening her eyes. Anger will come later. Right now she's enjoying the break from the heat. "That is, if you are man enough to try, Hurricane." Ouch.
Padraig looks around to the other two in the cab, having ripped the scarf out and pulled his hood down. He grins, broadly, looking pointedly at Brendan, mouthing, "Not my fault." She doesn't even seem to suspect him, so he's keeping quiet for the moment and enjoying everyone else's probable squirming as he pulls off, thrashing the engine for all it's worth. Takes a few attempts to find a sensible gear. It won't be long before they're there - Padraig's got a printed-off map sitting in his lap.
Words don't really describe what Hurricane is thinking right now, realizing what happened, his rather pale face close to turning beet red in his embarassment. He doesn't say a word. not a damn word, even if about a million of them are going through his mind right now. He just takes his seat in the truck, fingers curling tightly at the bottom of his sweater, his ice cold eyes registering something that's almost like an odd mix between rage and fear.
Brendan cannot help but laugh at what he hears in the comlink from Amara. Now -that- is funny stuff...it figures that Hurricane would be the one that was heard, he always seemed to end up in the doghouse for one reason or another. And Brendan was completely fine with that...that kept the spotlight off of him. ;) He simply leans back and waits for them to get to their destination...
"Come on. Surely I am not so unappealing that you would not wish a night with me?" Okay, now Amara's grinning. They'd better show up fast. "I even prefer the lights to be off, so you would not have to worry about that." She pauses, before she adds. "And since dear old Blitz is so innocent, and seeminly clueless to the offer, you would not have to worry about him." Yes, that's her way of making Paddy-boy aware that she suspects he's said something.
Damn her. Padraig breaks into a little chuckle himself, and admits, "Yeah, we were talking about you, babe. Not just me though. I'm just the lucky one who might get to find out if Poltergeist's theory is right. Aren't I, buddy?" The semi is now doing a sensible speed. Not far at all to the slaughterhouse.
Hurricane peers over toward Brendan and Blitz as he speaks on the com, the little flare in his mood quickly dimmed though, thinking about would just happen if he said anything. Between the lot of them, they've done a good job breaking the young man for the day. He just keeps his silence and ducks his head. Seems like no matter where he ends up, nobody gives a shit about him.
Brendan smirks, "Oh, you have no idea what you're talking about, Blitz, I didn't say a thing. Don't try to drop this in my lap, buddy..." He glances over at Hurricane and notices his expression and slightly slumped posture. "Hey man, cheer up. You're on your first successful mission right now, and it takes guts for you to even be here. I give credit where credit is due..." He admittedly felt slightly bad for the kid...maybe compassion was one of his weaknesses. ;) "Hey, it's our job to be hard on the newbies, don't take it personally."
Oh, this keeps getting better and better. "Since it is Poltergeist's theory, perhaps he can be the one to instruct Hurricane on how to use that he was born with that I do not have." Another pause. "And since you are the one so sure of yourself, perhaps you will be more than willing to step aside as I allow the boy the opportunity to prove himself a man." At this point, it's hard to tell who is in trouble, and who will get the girl in the end.
"More than willing to step aside to let one of these boys see if they can handle you, babe." Blitz affirms. He tilts his head over to Brendan for a brief moment. "You're not even a very good liar. And Hurricane, cheer your sorry ass up, or I won't be feeding everyone some beer in victory celebrations."
Hurricane doesn't really hear cheer or praise when Brendan speaks to him, though eventually he sits up and just calmly pushes his shades up to hide those eyes of his, making it hard to see what's registering behind them. "Yes sir," is his reply to Blitz.
Brendan simply laughs, shaking his head. "I swear, after this is all over I'm going to write a book...'Fun With Comlinks'. I might follow that up with 'Bastard Liars Named Padraig Who Just Want to Get Guys Named Brendan In Trouble'. Think the title's a bit too long?" He grins. "I was thinking of cutting it back a bit." He pauses..."And Amara, you know I love you!" He makes kissy noises into the comlink as he directs his attention towards her. "Please don't hate me forever...you know I wouldn't say anything bad about you, right?" he jokes.
Amara wrinkles her nose since no one is around. That was almost enough to make her want to throw up. "I am willing to believe that an old lady could have made it here by now," she jokes, going completely off topic. Or, at least, away from replying to Brendan. "I will have to assume that Blitz is driving. Do hurry up, love?" She then goes silent once more, wishing to enjoy the last of her cool relaxation. And to plot her revenge on the entire group.
"You'll regret that one, babe." Blitz mutters good-naturedly, before Brendan receives a quirked eyebrow, even as he pulls onto the last little stretch before the huge place. "You suck. I'm so talking to Sabella to get her to teach you how to lie." A grin from him and Hurricane receives his verbal attention as he brings the truck to a stop. "I'm no-one's sir, man. Just Blitz. Babe, we're here."
"Sorry, Blitz. Won't happen again." Hurricane doesn't really waste much time pushing the door open, his slender form hopping out of the truck, readjusting his shades, waiting on Brendan to get out before they get back to business.
Brendan hops out of the truck and immediately begins to head for the door of the slaughterhouse, not really waiting for Paddy or Hurricane to catch up. He wanted to get this task over with as quickly and smoothly as possible. Opening the door, he heads into the building, moving in the direction of where Amara is presently waiting.
"I will allow you men the honor of showing off your strength for me," Amara teases, although her voice is still monotone. The dead man wasn't too far off when he called her frigid. Ice Queen, as Padraig put it. The woman stands and stretches as the men enter the freezer, seemingly uneffected by the body not too far from her. She clicks off her comlink as soon as they are within speaking distance.
"Cheers, babe." Padraig replies dryly, as he saunters into the fridge room after Brendan, and getting in there quickly enough, only a raised eyebrow delivered to the dead man. "Are there no trolleys or anything? And Hurricane, you're going to learn to be friendly and cheerful if I have to beat it into you." Delivered amiably, Blitz seems blissfully unaware of Hurricane's feelings towards him.
Hurricane simply follows Brendan, not deigning to reply to Blitz. His skinny muscles are prepared to assist Poltergeist in whatever movements he needs, and wants to keep his mouth shut.
(OOC) Padraig has just had an amusing idea.
Brendan (OOC) says, "Wot? :)"
(OOC) Padraig is waiting so he can pose it.
Padraig (OOC) says, "'Mara has a habit of stealing my ideas, you see. ;)"
Brendan begins to lift the 'food products', carrying as much as he can to the truck, where he deposits them in the trailer. He ignores the fat truck driver they had left there in the back, who is still completely knocked out. It seems Brendan was stronger than he appeared. ;) He just puts the things around him, as if he wasn't even there....
An arm is extended to point the boys towards the loading equipment that had been used earlier. Umbra notices Padraig's unasked question about the man on the floor, so she decides to answer. "Perhaps Sabella will enjoy some human meat, well preserved by this ice box?" She appears unharmed, but keeps her distance from Padraig for now. Chilly and all. She does saunter near Hurricane at first to lick her lips, before moving on to help load up the truck.
Padraig (OOC) says, "DAMN YOU."
Amara (OOC) cackles.
Amara (OOC) says, "That was my plan from the BEGINNING"
Amara (OOC) says, "Braincell."
Muttering quietly to himself, comlink now turned off, Padraig lifts his head long enough to blow a little air kiss at her before the dead body is hosited over his shoulder, along with the other arm grabbing hunks of dead animal flesh. He quickly carries it out, returning for more in short order. "She'd better enjoy him. He stinks. Damn unwashed human scum. We taking as much'll fit, right?"
Brendan simply chuckles, shaking his head at the words that pass between Padraig and Amara. He simply goes about his task, wanting to get all this icky meat stuff into the truck so he wouldn't have to touch any more of it. It's just completely -gross-. XD But he doesn't complain...he's definitely seen worse.
Amara watches the men carefully before shaking her head. She grabs an apron and a pair of gloves from nearby before she begins handling the meat. No way is she touching any of that stuff. "Correctly, unless we believe it not to be enough. Then I suppose we could always find another truck." She pauses, taking time to fill a nearby dolly. "I do so hope this truck is of decent size. Then one load should be sufficient."
"It's." Padraig grunts as the corpse of something is tossed up onto his shoulder. "Plenty big enough to keep even Bella in meat for a decent while." And that's true, "And it's refridgerated. How are you planning on getting it back to the island?" He staggers out again, making trips at a rapid pace. There's a reasonable amount of blood on him, not all of it animal, though he doesn't seem to care. "And I'm still driving on the way back."
Hurricane's been a quiet one since coming out of the truck, more or less just trying to let everything from earlier pass away for now. He DOES afford a smirk at hearing the fate of the poor sap in the back of the truck. Serves the porky prick right. He hasn't made much of a comment or gesture to Amara's little action his way, though it's certainly been noted somewhere behind all that dark clothing and pale flesh. He helps in stacking what he's able to carry himself, kind of keeping near Brendan since Blitz is less likely to need any of his particular help.
Brendan shrugs at Padraig's question to Amara, "I suppose we could search out one of those boats that have refrigerated compartments and steal one of those, right? Otherwise I can't think of any other ways to get this stuff over there. I'm not the thinking in the group though, so I'll let you guys figure that part out." He continues to load up the truck with Hurricane....
"Worry not about getting the goods to the island. Once we drive the truck to the dock, we will have access to boats with cooling units." A nod is given to Brendan as he basically says the plan, but then he is promptly ignored. Her peace having been said, Amara goes back to work, slowly taking out her loads. Yes, they are small, but she is no wonder woman. She passes by Hurricane, dangerously close, but is careful not to touch. After all, she is still quite frigid. "Oh," she adds later, when everyone is within hearing distance. "If you wish to remain the driver, learn to move faster than the residents of a nursing home."
"All good." Padraig replies to Amara, at least about the plan. The second comment earns her a little chuckle. "Then we'll see what I can manage on the way to the docks. Better slow than a damned woman driver, anyhow. At least I won't be reversing it into the harbour." Another little airkiss before Padraig tips his head to Hurricane on the way past. "You cheered up yet, or don't you want beer?"
Brendan stands there for a few moments once they get a sizable amount of food in the truck. "Alright, so we just gonna stand here with our thumbs in inappropriate places, or are we gonna get going?" He grins. "I think it'd be best if we get this stuff outta here as soon as possible, I'm sure they're gonna be looking for that truck pretty soon. Or the driver, at least..."
Amara gives Padraig one of her famous looks. To the others, it may be hard to tell what exactly it means. Blitz, however, should know that's her way of calling him a smartass. She slides next to Brendan, allowing him to feel the chilled air radiating from her body. "I could always stick my thumb in an appropriate place," she whispers, before disappearing. Time to go.
Time to go indeed. It's going to be fairly cramped in the cab up front, but Padraig springs up and in without much difficulty, unfortunately spreading some blood over the seat and steering wheel. Amara gets another little air kiss, and a brief chuckle at what she says to Brendan. "Reckon I've got this thing figured properly now. Come on girls, let's get moving." He revs the engine a couple of times again with a broad grin in place. "Ready for some off-road dirt track action?"
That Amara's really something. Hurricane can definitely think that much. He notes the front of the truck with more of an inward smile than an outward one. Plenty of lap space if it's needed.. Not that he'd say so. Damn, if he only had a backbone.
Brendan simply snickers at Amara's comment to him, grinning and shaking his head. Yup, she's definitely 'one of the boys', so to speak. Padraig's a lucky bastard. ;) He heads for the cab, hopping inside and seating himself. He remembers to buckle his seatbelt as well, because remember, it's the LAW. Click it or ticket, man!
Yes, because everything else this crew has done this evening is legal. Amara stands awkwardly in the cab of the truck, offering the men as much room as possible. "Reasonable storage size, for the meat," she comments, as she tries to shift into a more comfortable position beside Padraig. Her leg gets 'caught' on something, and she trips and falls into Hurricane's lap. Just because she has killer reflexes and balance, doesn't mean it was planned. Not at all. "Ooops," she says softly, looking to him mischieviously.
Padraig grins at Amara's slip, before the truck is carefully reversed, and then driven off at a reasonable pace, one hand coming up to remove his comlink so he doesn't have to concentrate on keeping power away from there any more. He simply drives, as quickly as he can do so without putting all of their lives at risk. Towards the docks he goes, even managing to use the right gears. Nothing has yet turned up to especially get in his way though.
Now, Hurricane may be a coward on the outside and a potential timebomb on the inside, but he wasn't expecting Amara to just fall over onto him like that. He appreciates the placement of it for about a half a second before he finally speaks up. "Jeeze, you okay?" Can't blame him for trying to help her sit back up again, can you?
Brendan simply sits there with a grin on his face, shaking his head slowly as he watches the whole Amara/Hurricane thing. He feels sorry for the kid, actually, but he'd never say that out loud of course. Occasionally, he makes comments about how Padraig drives, but they're all in good fun...they're simply to pass the time til they get to the docks.
"Yes," Amara replies softly, trying to inch her way off of Hurricane's lap. Each time she does, however, she calls back down due to the fact that the vehicle is in motion. "I am horribly sorry. I hope you do not mind, just until we get to the docks?" Like he has a choice. Umbra watches the road as Padraig drives, thankful he's not doing anything to get them pulled over. The docks are right ahead, and she's actually glad. The sooner she gets back to the island, the better.
Padraig's retorts to Brendan are equally in good fun, if a little full of swearing as he wrestles with the unfamiliar drive. Amara and Hurricane receive another highly amused glance, though they're at the docks soon enough. "Over there, right?" he checks, pulling the truck in the direction he indicates even before he receives a reply.
"I understand," is all Hurricane can say. Not like he has a choice, right? He does shoot Brendan and even Blitz a very quick glance, noting they're almost there anyway. Poor boy has to will himself to keep his eyes on the docks, even if his mind's threatening to head for another place.
Once they arrive at the docks, Brendan waits for the other passengers to get out of the truck first...he's kinda stuck in the middle. He grins to himself...they actually got through the main part of the mission without a hitch, which definitely was a good sign for future missions.
Of course things went off well. Amara winks to Hurricane before sliding off of his lap, and exiting the cab. "There," she points to the boats. Umbra saunters down to prepare the watercraft, allowing the others to unload.
Blitz skips down and out of the cab. "What're we doing with this thing when we're done? Hide it or ditch it nearby?" He moves around the back and begins to unload. More blood on him. Ah well.
Hurricane manages to wait until he's out of the truck and stepping around to the back before clearing his throat. It wouldn't take him long to get back there either, doing his own unloading, though while he's back their he checks on the prick..
Brendan offers a suggestion, "I could make the truck go off the docks and sink it in the water, if you want..." he shrugs, "It'd be a piece of cake." He too hops out of the truck and heads around to the back, beginning to unload the stuff as well. "Plus, who would think to look for a semi truck there, eh?"
Amara tilts her head to the side as Padraig speaks. Things are odd, she feels. He's asking too many questions, and not taking enough action. At least, not like normal, not in her mind. "That was actually what I was going to say," she admits to Brendan before explaining the course of action to the boat drivers. No, this small group was not expected to know how to pilot the boats. Once the meat is loaded, everthing should be good to go.
Lift, move, dump, repeat. This is all Blitz's body is doing now. "Surely it'll get in the way of some of the deeper keels? Ah, guess it doesn't matter." Lift, move, dump, repeat until finished.
Brendan, after a short while, soon loads the last of the meat into the boats. He walks back over to the semi, vanishing with a soft phoomph...and then the truck begins to slowly roll forward. Eventually, it plunges into the water, and a few moments later, Brendan reappears, standing there at the edge to watch the truck sink into the water...
The boats carrying the majority of the supplies take off before the others are ready to leave. One boat remains, the one intended for passanger carry. Amara nods to the others, her way of saying good job. She then climbs aboard the boat and takes a seat, waiting to make the trip home.
She's swiftly followed by Blitz, who strips off his outer clothes when gets in, revealing his Brotherhood uniform. "Just in case." He grins broadly as he settles next to Amara.
Brendan soon joins Blitz and Amara, sitting back and closing his eyes with a sigh. "Well, Blitz, I think that went about as well as it could have gone, don't you think? I'm gonna watch the news tomorrow morning to see if we got on there..." he grins. "I think this was a relatively newsworthy event, don't you?" The boats pull away from the dock, and they head back towards the island...the only trace of the BH left behind is the front grill of the truck as it disappears beneath the surface of the chilly water...
Amara leads some of the recruits on a mission to steal a fairly ridiculous amount of meat for Sabella's grafting antics. Much amusement is had by all. PG-13 for some language and crude humour.