𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀,, hobie brown.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐗𝐗𝐗.

( gif by hazzawckd <3)
no perspective .

Present day.
Hard Rock Hotel & Casino Atlantic City.
New Jersey, USA.

Reckless, money, gambling, drunk, a casino is always thriving with these main things.

A place of loud discussion, under the table trades, bankruptcy and cashing out big checks. It was a place that has seen more money than your typical bank would. It was a place people went with too much time on their hands and little to no care for their families at home, their futures.

Hard Rock Hotel & Casino, one of the four star hotels that's nestled in the hearts of the people who come for vacation, time away from their wives and nagging mother-in-laws.

"Just get in and out, Rico. Don't make this as complicated as the last time. Hobie will be right beside you the whole time." Opium hissed into the ear piece that every one of them had, all standing in suits and ties around the vicinity to get what they came for. One of Ozzy's connections had sightings of the woman they were looking for, she had been laying low in each city they were visiting for an attack and here she was out in the open with her other two brothers gambling to get back home.

"Last time I got what we needed in due time, just relax and pretend you know how to play a card game." Rico mumbled back, a fake smile on her face as she greeted one of the many tall men that was her escort for tonight's events.

A few screams amplified into the thick air of the marble stone venue that held over a hundred people, some at the black jack tables, others at the poker tables; all of them screaming in joy or in agony when they lost their life savings or just a simple couple grand.

Rico locked her arm around Hobie as they were directed towards a more private area in the back, two grand doors opening on cue for the two to enter and shut right behind them. The room was quieter now, a place of quiet discussions, trades, withdrawals, deals and under the table payments. It was a place that no more than a couple hundred people could get into.

That's if you had a couple hundred grand for the entrance fee.

"I'll count to five and I expect Alaric in front of my face." Rico shot two bullets up into the air half an hour before the last guest could be granted access to this room, bullets flying up into the stone ceiling of the once quiet expensive area, earning everyone's attention in the most annoyed way.

"Marabel, you do this every time you want something. You would think by now you would hit the same spot." A hefty man approached the two with his arms out to welcome her into his arms, a kiss to both her cheeks. Shaking the hand of the lead singer afterwards.

"Yet, I still have to get your attention when you know I am coming." She replied back, returning the kiss, holding onto his shoulders before taking a step back, following after the two men who walked in the direction of a large black jack table.