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As the lizard ran down the hall one of the bullets which had been fired at him found part of his stomach as it cut across nicking his soft belly before embedding itself into the wall. This caused the lizard to increase its speed as it now charged down the hall. Viewing the two from moments ago now appear before him at the end of the hall way the lizard would not slow its speed as it now began to lower its head so at to place the spikes atop its head out in front of its self.

Xinrie simply nodded in understanding, her jaw clenched a bit tighter. She was the stalker, not th other way around, then again maybe they saw a hint of recognition in the way she and Rubiks walked, and thats why the thieves were curiously following them. She shook her head and quickly entered into the building, once she knew they were out of earshot of anyone, she got down to the briefing. "Rapier, go ahead and dump th' stupid thing in there." She gestured to the line of cell doors, it was buisness as usual here, she'd been in these quarters and new them very well. "The rest of you need to gather these patches and keep them hidden, but accesable if we need them." She had wandered away to a desk drawer and was withdrawing arm bands with the guard symbol on them. "We'll be heading in undercover so we can catch thieves quickly, and we'll also be wearing these." She also held in her hands a several money pouches. Money pouches filled with scrap metal, the perfect lure....keep in mind the city wants us to catch so many thieves that we'll put the guild's runnings to a dead stop. In other words, they want this event to be used as a good excuse for us to take the guild down in a 'nice' way."

Cyrith did so, and literally threw the man into the cell. That guy was starting to make his arms ache, and Cyrith hated achy arms. Walking back to collect the items being held for him, Cyrith voiced a thought that he had had. "Yo, Stalker. Would it be alright if I tried to join the Thieves Guild, to get a better idea of how it operates as a whole? If I did, I figure they probably have the same kind of system as the Assassins Guild: kill a higher-up and take their place."

((I'm sorry, but I'm beginning to realize that I just can't keep up with this thread anymore. So...I need to bow out. You can list Eva as having spontaneously combusted or something. Freak computing accident maybe.))

(I second the shite..... how are we going on? Do you kill her? do I kill her?)

Once they got in through the door, Paradigm exclaimed. "Nice one, guy... you almost told the enemy we were onto them. Stalker, may I suggest we develop a new code language in the future? That whole weather thing is a bit too... obvious and overused." Paradigm turned his head to look at the cells as Rapier dumped the 'prisoner of war' into the cell, and turned his head once more when the leader of the group began to relay the tactics they would use.

Hm. Good, good. Sounded logical. But then, as Paradigm picked one of the patches up and just when he was about to ask if they should go buy some local clothing to blend in better with the crowd, Rapier opened his mouth to say something... 'not very brilliant'. Paradigm sighed and just mentioned. "Kid, from what she's said so far, these guys are just a bunch of sneaky pick-pockets that are affecting the economy by looting, mugging, vandalizing, boicotting and s**t like that, not expert assassins which are terrifying the city by murdering everyone; otherwise, it'd be called the Assassin's Guild, don'tcha think? I wouldn't even call it a Guild, if you ask me. I'd call it more of a 'focused, organized street gang of rebels with a cause'. I'm pretty sure we don't need to infiltrate their forces to take care of them, specially if half or more of their force is going to be out 'hunting' in the festival.

In any case, what we need to do is act the assassins and spread out, melt into the crowd and use the daggers they provided us with for swift, silent deaths-- which, actually, makes that big sword you're carrying pretty useless for this mission. Considering that even if we get local clothing some of us are going to stand out, such as myself," well, Gene -did- have his whole face tatooed, unless they did that here all the commonly, as well, "I suggest walking around areas where the thieves may be lurking to attract attention towards us, then either lure them into alleys or just take them out one by one on the sides of the crowds. What is essential, however, is doing all of this without bringing unwanted attention from the civilians, even if we have these patches.

It sure as hell wouldn't be nice to end up having two parents and their kids screaming because you killed someone infront of them."

((Sorry I have not made a post in a while. I think it is sad that another person has left Mishap Mercenaries. We need to think of a good death for this one. I think. This thread really does a number on people you know.))

Sokato had no time to scream, yell, and beat the crap out of Anime because the f-tard teleported both himself and Sokato in front of a giant charging lizard moving at 50 miles per hour with a giant death spike perched upon its cranium.

First, Sokato tosses Anime out of the way by pushing him with enough force to send him through the wall. Using both arms he pushed at his stomach and his left shoulder. Then he turned to the right, as the lizard draws dangerously close, he does a rather awkward looking side flip in an attempt to land on the lizards back.


The android smirks a little. He does not usually talk to any one so this is a real surprise for him. He is very content with himself. "Well met. To the both of you." He said acknowledging Santanosuke too. "You can call me Sokato Rama, codename is Ace." He stood for a couple of seconds taking all of this in suddenly realizing that Santanosuke had already interacted with the real Sokato. "Wait, where in the HQ were you shooting your gun? Uh, regulations gotta take note of this." He was obviously bad at lying but thought up of something regardless. He said it in the manner that can make even the most gullible of people suspicious.