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You waited until you turned the corner before going back too normal, and even then you were cautious. You looked around a little bit, then turned to your partners in crime.

“Okay, since we’re done with this, how big of a cut do you want Equius? The client said he was gonna pay in cash, so it shouldn’t be hard to get you your cut.”

“Consider the trust you showed to me payment enough. Besides he wasn’t the man to think himself having an early death. He most likely marked nothing down in his will and since he didn’t have much family my fathers lawyers will most definitely get almost everything which benefits him, as well as me and my new business. So even if the money doesn’t come at first it will most certainly come.”

"Alright, well whatever. Works for me. We're pretty much done here. It wasn't a disaster working with you, but hopefully I won't have to do it again. Blah blah blah, and other stupid formality shit. Alright, let's go." This was about the time where you exited stage left, and left Damara to bid a proper farewell.

Enter Sassy Damara (via intercom)

“Alright, well I’ve got some stuff on this king douchebag. Apparently he’s basically doing what you English’s do with everything else, and that’s taking away all competition so that He’s the only one whose relevant. You know, just incase you didn’t make the connection.

Anyway. After getting some help from a friend of mine, I’ve managed to get a location where he may or may not be staying. It’s a hotel downtown Checkertown, and a pretty big one at that. Not very smart of him, considering how many assholes probably want him dead, but you know whatever. Makes it easy for us.

Oh yeah by the way, I managed to get a picture of him after a little more digging and, I must say he’s pretty hot. Just lettin’ you know in case you have any spare time before you kill him, or you need some other way to get to him.”

You went over her provided information, then scowled at how she failed to give you a name. There were lots of big hotels in Checkertown, dear Damara. Would've been nice if you gave me a fucking name. You sighed, and were about to ask her before she continued to speak. A picture could be useful...

"Wait. What? No! No no no. Fuck you Damara! Just..."

Augh. You had to literally stop and take a moment to compose yourself after such a vulgar and disgusting suggestion. Just the mere thought of her even thinking that..

Bluh. You prayed to whatever messiah or whatever the fuck was up there that she wouldn't be talking like this throughout the entire mission. You might have to straight up flip a bitch.

"Ugh. Fuck you. Just give me the name of the fucking hotel."

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There was a slight pause as the guard tried to figure out what he should do with you three.

“I guess I can let you three go.”

Was that it? Was he really just going to let you go?

“Um.. Thank you. I’ll… I’ll try to remember.”

“Thank you. I’ll be sure to remember that” You decide to not take your chances and calmly walk away as fast as you could without looking suspicious.

You delayed your exit by a second before snapping back to reality, just to keep in character. After that you hurried to catch up to the others. After making sure that you were in the clear, you straightened your posture and let the scared expression slip away.

That went by a lot better than expected.

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Douche move, English. Leaving you to come up with the story. At least you were fortunate enough to have this chance to sync up stories, rather than you all having to make it up on the spot in an interrogation room. Speaking of which, you hope to god you didn’t have to help out the cops with this.

”..Yes.” You kept the answer brief. There was already a lot of talking from you guys, and more talking means more of a chance of one of you slipping up.

“Can you explain what happened ma’am?”

“The… They just attacked him and.. and… It was all so fast I couldn’t…”

“It’s alright, just take your time. Sir, did you see anything?”

“I-I don’t know. He mightve been short? Not too short though. Um…black hair? Maybe I’m not too sure though. Look, it was pretty dark and you can imagine why we weren’t too eager to stick around. I didn’t really see too much so I’m not sure how much help I’ll be.”

You saw one of the background guards send a glance over to you, and it took extreme willpower not to glare at him back. You managed to keep up the act though.

"So it was possibly a shorter male with black hair? That's not a lot to go off of, but it might help the police. Feel free to contact the police if you remember anything else."

There was a slight pause as the guard tried to figure out what he should do with you three.

"I guess I can let you three go."

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Alright so English was going to stand back while you went through this, alright. Probably a smart move on his part. The guard spoke up, and you immediately took on a scared demeanor by widening your eyes and adding a stiffness to your walk. You even went as far as to shake a little bit, and lean into Zahhak as you approached them.

“Just some people from the party… There… Someone… I can’t believe that actually happens!”

You faked holding back tears, and made sure to whimper slightly without overdoing it.

Your posture changed severely as you slumped your shoulders looking all but defeated. You let your cool demeanor decomposed and a look of shock crossed your face. “It was horrible. I’ve never seen a man just get robbed like that. Just took his money off of him and stabbed him dead. It was gruesome and horrendous.” Hopefully trying to pass this off as a robbery would help lessen the evidence of this being a planned killing.

The guards glanced you all over, lingering a moment on Zahhak but that was probably due to his sheer size, and then decided that you were all innocent enough to lower his guns. He sent a hand motion over to his men to tell them to keep watch though.

"A robbery? Strange... What exactly happened there." He glanced at you, seeing as you were the only one who hasn't spoken yet. You paused for a moment, acting intimidated before stuttering out a reply.

"I.. I didn't see what happened, but I heard a scream and w-went to check it out. When I got there the m-maid was knocked out.. maybe even dead and the guy was just lying there..." You let your voice trail off as you mumbled something about blood. When it was obvious you weren't going to be of much help, the guard turned his attention to the slightly saner witnesses.

"So you two witnessed the murder?"

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You suppose you could see the logic in his plans, but you honestly didn’t want to play the Damsel in Distress. However, what other choice did you have?

“Dunno, Equius, do you have any other ideas?”

:”No other plan than to run if they start asking unsavory questions.” And with that you fearlessly walk into the fray

#servant-in-rust #oh no I get to talk theater

"Remember, we just witnessed a murder Mr Zahhak." You mumbled towards him. Although you knew he could beat the crap out of a fair amount of people, you weren't sure you trusted his ability to play the part. Damara however was another case entirely. Speaking of which, you should probably go back to playing the part of her escort.

As you approached the guards you made sure to ditch the gun. Wouldn't be good if you were caught with a weapon on the chance they decided to search you. You allowed Damara to go ahead of you, given the fact that your scars would probably hurt the whole 'innocent' routine. You should just stick to the shadows..

The guards finally seemed to take notice of your little group. One of them stepped forward and decided to actually do his job. "Freeze! Whose there?"

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Only the maid got a visual of you correct? And she was currently unconscious. No one could prove that you were the killers, at least until the maid woke up(Damn it, you should have killed her when you had the chance), so was it still possible to play the role of the ‘Innocent passerby’?

“We could do a little acting.”

“…What are you getting at English?”

You were starting to grasp English’s plan. “Acting of what type?”

"I was thinking somewhere along the lines of 'Civilians in the wrong place at the wrong time'. We saw a murder, and absconded the hell out of there. Maybe we even saw who did it, unless you two have some other role you want to play?"

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After paying for the food, you threw whatever remained in the tips jar. This of course was not out of the generosity of your heart(what a laughable idea), but instead out of your hatred for loose change and incomplete numbers. After satisfying that obsessive impulse, you take your food and walk over to Dirk. Hopefully this meal will not taste like shit.

You take a seat at one of the tables, taking out the neatly wrapped sandwich and opening it. You take a large bite out of the turkey sandwich and chew it slowly, glancing up at Caliborn momentarily. You swallow the bite and motion. “Are ya gonna sit?”

#oldfashionedassassination #overdramatic caliborn is the best caliborn

You glanced away for a moment, and with one hand you adjusted the collar on your jacket in a sarcastic flicking motion before sitting down across from him. After that was the moment of truth. It was time to finally see whether or not you could tolerate this place. You glared at the sandwich obligatorily as if it could admit how shitty it might possibly be, and then bit into it.

...

You chewed the bite for a couple of seconds, which was an act of extreme willpower considering how starving you actually were, and decided that the food was alright. It might not have been a waste of time coming.

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Now that the ever-present threat of English complaining was gone, you followed the two of them down the Fire escape. You are so fucking glad that you went with the shorter dress, even though it still was a bitch to climb down in high heels. You’ve basically mastered the art of appearing graceful when doing stuff like this though, so there was no possibility of you tripping and falling.

It would seem that someone called the authorities. They were parked outside and blocking the way out of the alley. Seemed like too many to fight and no way around. You turn to the others utterly stumped. “Well this is a predicament. How do you suppose we’ll make it out of this?”

#servant-in-rust #or #maybe sol?

You stopped to look at what you were up against, and tried to do the math. Even if your accuracy was amazing, which normally it was less-than-stellar with handguns, you would only be able to take out seven guys. There were many more than that. After a moment of seeing any other possibilities, you gave a little smile out of defeat. Well, we're fucked.

Unless...

"We could do a little acting."

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You get in line, trying to decide between a meatball sub and your usual. Just as you decide, the person in front of you moves out of the way towards the checkout. You head up to the deli, giving the ingredients for your usual as asked: footlong Italian bread. Turkey. American cheese. Not toasted. Lettuce. No sauce. Yes, I’m positive that I don’t want sauce.

You grab a bottle of Dasani water from the fridge and then race back to the counter, setting it down just as the cashier puts the bag with the sandwich there as well. He comments on your shades and rings up the order. You pull out a $10 to cover the order of $8.10 and then wait for your change and receipt. He gives both to you and you take the bag (which is now significantly heavier due to the water bottle) and wait nearby the checkout, tossing a $10 to Caliborn.

#oldfashionedassassination #exact prices hell yeah #even though i continue to base caliborn after little habits of mine

You didn't need him to pay for you, but who were you to turn down a free meal? Even though you still had literally no idea on what you should get. However, your skill of bullshitting your way to victory has yet to fail you, and so you base your choice off of Dirk's. You of course change some details, such as turning down the lettuce and saying yes to the options Dirk refused, because it would be rather boring if you both had the same thing.

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It seemed Dirk wasn’t in a talkative mood as you walk. That was perfectly okay with you, you could handle the silence. In fact it was actually kind of preferable. Talking before you got to this place would probably waste energy, and you didn’t want to get any hungrier than you already were. You blame yourself slightly for that, given that you haven’t really eaten the past couple days, but you have been busy. You haven’t had the time to eat.

And fuck you were rambling again. You need to cut that shit out.

You spot the gigantic light-up logo on the side of the building and walk faster, striding into the restaurant. It smells like lettuce and toasted bread, and it’s making your mouth water already. You look up at the menu on the far wall and look at today’s deal.

#oldfashionedassassination #its alright

By no stretch of the imagination should you have the same reaction as Dirk. You would normally be confused, or maybe even complain about why someone would come to this place by choice, but in all honesty you were too starving to really care about this place's selection of food. That doesn't mean that you knew what to get though. Hell, you'll probably just settle on the first thing that you read off the menu.

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You could feel English’s discomfort, and hear the shouts of the security coming into action. They still sounded pretty far off though. As long as you hurried it shouldn’t be too much of a problem.

You lead them to a small bedroom and look around in the drawers of the nightstand. You turn and toss English a pistol. “Point it at me and your being knocked out and carried out of here” He then turned and opened the window to a fire escape and started climbing down.

You held up your hands innocently as he spoke, then smirked and went through the motions of checking the gun. Standard Springfield 1911, 7 rounds, you supposed you could deal with it. After you were finished with everything, you turned to follow Zahhak.

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“It probably wouldn’t be a good idea to just directly go back to the main area right? Thats where all of the guards are probably gathered.” You glanced around your immediate area. You knew a basic layout of this floor from your time exploring, so you could probably avoid them for a little while while you snuck back down to the main floor.

“No it would not. Follow me,I know this place probably better than he did.” You walk off not even paying attention to the others. If they wanted to take a risk on their own then they could do so. You couldnt help them if they wanted to be stubborn. Especially English.

You questioned for about half a second why he said that he knew this place, but shrugged it off. At least if you got lost here you could pin the blame on Zahhak. Perhaps if you're lucky you could find a single guard so you could take his weapon off of him. You hated not having a gun.

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“Nice hit, Megido. Actually a bit surprised you didn’t go for a throat shot, but whatever. I misjudged you. Anyway, time for the fun part.” You mumbled the last part sarcastically as you started to pick up the body to bring to the designated hiding spot.

You debated for a moment on whether or not to help your partner carry the body, but you did need to get your needles back. You pulled them out of the guy and, ew that were covered in blood and brains. Gross. You used the mans suit to clean them off, because you weren’t ruining this dress.

As you were doing this, you heard a loud, shrill scream from somewhere down the hallway.

You quickly grab one of Damara’s needles from her, swinging around and throwing it towards the scream blunt end first. You end up hitting her in the temple and she crumbles to the floor, unconscious. You walk over grab the needle hand it back to Damara, and turn towards the woman. “I think hiding the body is a futile effort now. I suggest we leave”

You had instinctively reached for a gun that wasn't there, and ended up grabbing air. You really needed to start carrying guns on these kind of bullshit missions, despite what Damara said. Good thing Zahhak was there with his quick thinking, at least he wasn't being a worthless piece of shit.

He was right though. Probably only a matter of time before Security showed up.

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On what you assumed to be three, you stepped out from behind the corner and swung at the target. This relatively unused hallway did have various cleaning supplies in some of the closets, so it wasn’t that hard to settle on a pretty heavy-set broom. This broom was just enough to stun the target enough to knock him to the ground, and he probably was seeing stars if not blacking out. Either way, you stepped aside for Damara to finish her part.

You jumped at the opening English let you with needles ready and stabbed down on the targets eyes. Nice and clean, with almost no blood. Perfect.

You calmly step over the mans body. Seems like this went well. You were actually surprised English was able to hold his part. Speaking of English you eye him every now and again without him knowing. Can never be too careful

You yourself knelt down to investigate the body. It was a bit of a thing of habit, but you thoroughly enjoyed investigating the killing blow. Especially on a bloody mess, but in this case it was a pretty clean kill.

"Nice hit, Megido. Actually a bit surprised you didn't go for a throat shot, but whatever. I misjudged you. Anyway, time for the fun part." You mumbled the last part sarcastically as you started to pick up the body to bring to the designated hiding spot.

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You allow him to go first and follow a few steps behind. Far enough to let them do their thing, but close enough for if they mess this up. It really was up to them at the moment

You listened to the footsteps to judge how far away the target was. You noticed that the heavier set of footsteps sounded a little farther away, so you guessed Equius was taking extra precautions. Smart boy. You made eye contact with English, and mouthed a count to three.

“Ichi, ni, san…!”