The four go through a dark neighborhood, bursted light bulbs in the street lamps.
Both the teens were going at a much slower pace, the Irish glancing wearily around the dark parts and the Swedish wheezed in O into his lungs. "Where are we?" Jack asks.
"Crimecall road." Ace answers, tone annoyed by the heaving dude behind her. "Why do they call it that?" Soon after Felix's question, a blurr of black, quickly followed by three cop cars pass by the group. "There's your answer." Ace said.
"This is where you tracked Mark?" Jack asks, grasping Aya's shoulder.
"No, they have the best welcome mats here." Ace says, tone flat. "...really?"
"No dumbass." Ace rolls their eye's. "Why ya' gotta be so hard man?" Fe asks. "You have to blend in in this town, speaking of which..we need to roughen you two up." Both made a sharp turn to go behind a building.
They all hop off the bourds, Ace and Aya digging in a bag the guys never noticed they had.
"Here, put these on." Ace said, tossing some fabric at the two.
They cloths were dark and edgy and seemed like what a criminal would were to keep low. "Um... wow." Felix says.
The men slide the cloths on, observing one another after. "You look like a idiot." They said in link. "Great, you'll blend in great." Ace says.
Ace turns on their heel, heading down the cracked and stained pavement, Aya following next to them.
The males chase after them, "where are we going?" "I did some research, on this nabber, and he's fucking mental." Ace said.
"So?" Jack shrugs. "Soo, he's got inedible security and is an alert mofo, out of his own insanity. In other words, our changes of getting Mark out with our lifes are slim." Ace explains. "Well, what do we do?" Jack questions in a panic.
"Luckily, i know a guy who can help us out." The teen turns a corner, approaching a large warehouse.
they face the huge metal doors. Instead of knocking, they raise their foot, leaning back and kicking the doors open with force.
"Well.. that's one way to assert yourself." Fe says, as the group enters the building. Inside was a single dangling light, underneath was a poker table with a few thugs making bets. "Whatever you do, don't piss them off." Felix whispers to Ace.
"'ey! Blubbering bitches!" Ace shouts at the gang.
They all turn, glaring at them. "Oh yeah, were fucked." Fe said.
"Whatcha need cunt?" One sneers at Ace. "Where's ya' boss? I need t' speak with him." Ace demands. "I could tell ya--" one of the thugs walk over all sly like to Ace, "but what do i get gorgeous?"
"To keep the lil' balls you have." Ace threats, swiftly pulling a fancy machete out and pointed it at the gangsters neck.
"O-okay, Okay!! He's down the hall, first door to you're left!!!" The so labled 'thug' shakily answer's, pointing to a hall. Ace smiles, "thanks dick."
they slide their machete back in its holster as they walk to the hall, the group following behind. "Remind me to never ask Ace for a favor." Jack whispers to Felix.
They trug down the hall, coming across a heavy metal door. Ace pushes it open, a desk showing clear in the dim light.
The big black leather chair was turned back to them, but a low groan of annoyance was heard from behind it. "I told you Wilford, i won't help you--" the dude shut his trap as he turned and noticed it was not who he thought it was. "Apologizes, i thought you were someone else." He fixes his posture.
"Nice to see you again, fuck face." Ace says, stepping into the room, rest following.
The door shuts with a loud creaking slam, causing the two guys to flinch. "Ace, must you still call me names?" The new man sighs.
"Sorry motherfucker, ya' can't break old habits." Ace smiles sarcastically, shrugging as they plop down on one of the beanbags. The rest follow, seating themselves on other beanbags provided. "What did you come here for?" The male asks.
"An RnR, my friend's neko was captured and the hister is a mental dude. I need your help to distract him while we retrieve the target." Ace explains.
"An RnR hm? Well, you know me beautiful, i don't work for free. What's your offer?" The dude declares, smirking wide and mischievously. Ace sighs, "what do ya have in mind?"
"Hmm." The guys stands from his chair, teasingly circling the group. His gray suit shined in the grim light, showing off his red tie perfectly. "How about you join my cre--"
"I'm not joining your gang of fuckos, Dark." Ace cuts him off.
Dark lets out a huff of annoyance, "fine, how about you join me for one mission," He turns, and holds their chin in his fingers, "and a date this Saturday." Ace gagged, pushing him away.
"Hard pa--" Ace was silenced by glancing at Jack, broken hopefully blue eyes gazing at her soul. they groan, "fine, it's a deal...and a date." They shake hands to conceal it.
Dark smirks, yanking them up off the beanbag, holding their hips, "can't wait for this weekend lovely~"
Ace shoves him away, dry heaving after in a disgusted matter. "So it's settled, I'll help with you're RnR." Dark said.
"Sooo this means?" Jack asks.
"We're getting Mark, tonight."
