The Greatest Showman

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Wishbones and Cracked Skulls

Chapter 04: The Greatest Showman

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The group waited patiently for Skull to come down the stairs to get a move on to their current mission, more or less excited for what they're about to see.

You see, among the Strongest Set sans Luce and Skull, Lal and the men had had a debate on who among them would be assisting Lal for the infiltration mission. Well, in any other mission, Fon, Renato, Viper, and Colonello would be happy to do the job and be done with the mission briefing, but alas, this isn't any other in and out job.

(Like always, Verde is assigned for the technological end of the objective, to pass scans and other useless junks that the rich deemed top notch security. It's all a joke in Verde's opinion.)

In order to get into the site, they need to be a woman to pass on suspicion. Renato, Fon and Colonello could have been posted as bodyguards but the mission parameters insisted that they should only pass on as a woman. Hence the fi-debate.

Tonight they'll be infiltrating a high-end sorority party for the bitchy and bourgeois.

The figh- ahem -debate would have ended with Lal shooting somebody in the crotch for any more alpha posturing most of her colleagues had going on. Right about then, Skull just returned to the base with a cheerful, "I'm back!" and opened the door to see all of them in the most unflattering, undignified and compromising positions ever. Renato would deny ever feeling embarrassed about it.

(Fon had his dark red changshan* half opened, the dark dragon tattoo on his chest revealing itself with Renato pulling his collar down to one pale shoulder while his other hand pulls at Fon's braid to tilt the martial artist's head back. Fon in turn had Renato's gray dress shirt fully opened with buttons missing, suit jacket completely ruined with the hitman's sunny yellow necktie held tightly like a leash by a pale hand. The Italian was basically stradling the Triad member on the couch, one of his knees right below Fon's groin, their faces only a few centimeters apart, cheeks flushed and sweating, their dark eyes only focused on one another.

On their fluffy cream colored carpet, Colonello loomed on top of a blushing Viper who was both trying to push off the taller man and keeping their robe on to no avail. The miser squirmed, spat and cursed the soldier in varying languages that they know while the man just grinned roguishly and caught Viper's arms to place them above their head, Colonello's free hand unclasping their robe.

Lal Mirch was by the stairs, having come down from her room, shotgun in hand and fully loaded. Verde was sitting on the opposite couch of where Renato and Fon were, his face remained indifferent, but the glint in his eyes and the camcorders strategically placed around the living room said otherwise.

Luce was not currently present and was doing her own thing with her famiglia.

Skull gaped at them and almost dropped the Caribbean takeout he bought for all of them to share.

Time stopped for everyone residing inside the house.)

After some mad scrambling to compose themselves that followed three hundred and twenty-seven seconds of awkward silence, Lal explained what the fuck was going on to Skull with the man going, "Ohhhhh...." followed by, "I'll do it."

He volunteered himself readily with a self-confident smile. "I'll just have to dress up and act, right? Then it's no different from being part of a circus number or a play. Hey guys, I brought takeout, it's Caribbean, wanna eat?"

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