The Gray Man

| Sierra Six / Court Gentry ask/roleplay blog | Based on the 2022 movie, The Gray Man, & the book series of the same name by Mark Greaney | See the pinned post for details before interacting! |

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Claire and Mrs. Gentry said this would be a "fun place" to make new friends. I'm not so sure about that, but they won't stop annoying me about it. I guess if you ask me stuff, I'll answer it. Fair warning, I've got a satellite phone, so responses and posts may be spotty.

If, for some reason, you want to hang around here, some important ground rules need to be laid out.

Ground Rules | This Gray Man's History | Mrs. Mun Gentry's History

Tag Key

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Claire copy - asks for Claire

I'm all talked out - original thoughts

I already like you - friends

In the Gray - ask games

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Queue a 42 regular? - queued posts

Polls - polls

Outside the Gray - Mrs. Mun Gentry posts

Submissions - submissions

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Are you looking forward to Christmas?

Damn, I did it again here, too. *glances at Mrs. G who's giggling in the background* Maybe I am chronically online or whatever it was you said.

Yeah, actually. I'm more of a Christmas guy myself. I think it might be because Mrs. G likes the decorations and food a little more around Christmas time.

Plus, it was fun setting up the tree with Claire this year. Apparently Fitz only did Christmas trees a few times with her when she lived with him. It got harder to be home to set them up with her right before I was put on bodyguard duty for her. *shrugs* So it was nice to decorate with her and my wife. See everyone smile and sing and dance.

No worries for a little while, at least. Now New Years? My ass will be in bed. Might as well start the new year off with a full night's sleep in my opinion.

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Did you have a nice thanksgiving?

Sorry, I thought I responded to this when it came in. Mrs. G is making fun of me because apparently I'm, *calls to Mrs. G* What do the kids call it? Uh huh, yeah? You're sure that's what it's called? Okay, I guess... *turns back* Chronically online now or something? Like I'm on here enough I think I answer stuff and I haven't. I think it's a little dumb, but I'm also the idiot who didn't actually answer this, so...

But yes, it was nice. Mrs. G and Claire spent the whole day cooking. I wasn't allowed to help make anything. I'm pretty sure Mrs. G said I would "burn the whole kitchen down trying to make a glass of water"... which seems a little harsh but I get her point.

The food was good, though, and we had a nice evening with movies and some games.

How was your Thanksgiving?

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

☎️ = What’s The Last Text You Received?

See for yourself, Anon. Got any guesses? 😉

Emoji Ask Stuff

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...Come on man!

You had to go and out my pizza preferences like that? Tell me, why did I agree to watching a bad movie with you? I must have been pretty shit-faced drunk to agree to that.

You'll regret the next time we spar for that last message, dude. I at least say "Okay👍"

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

First of all, c’mon, man, you had fun; I know you did. You laughed.

Secondly, 👍🏻

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Okay. Maybe just a little. I still don't trust the pizza delivery guy, though.

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

[in text messages] -> Stunts, how's Mr. Gentry being for you? He wasn't the happiest when me and Claire shoved him out of the house. I hope he's behaving himself.

The Stunt Coordinator snorts a bit louder than she intended, but oh. The text just hit her funny bone a bit.

Glancing up at the boys to make sure they’re not paying attention, she snaps a quick photo of them talking and sends it to her friend.

[text message] I’m gonna preface this by saying all is well now, but Mrs. G? Your hubby’s attitude did not improve before he got here. He was a bit of an asshole with me and my stunt guy, but I think we’re safe now.

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

[text message] GIRL!

[text message] YOU ARE A GENIUS!

[text message] Yes, get me my usual please. Colt just likes his black (weirdo 🤭)

[text message] [everyone else's coffee orders]

[text message] And tbh if you get glazed and chocolate icing donuts, we will all be spoiled @just-another-thursday

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[text message] Roger that! Your usual, black for Colt, and everyone else's wonky ass orders. Who needs that many pumps of caramel???

[text message] I'll see if Court will get a big flat of them. If I beg him just enough he might.

[text message] ;) see you in a bit xoxo

-

With some begging and persuading, Mrs. G gets Court to relent. He may or may not have had to drop like $40 on everyone's orders and donuts, but he supposes that the smile on his wife's face is worth it.

He doesn't waste any time getting to the set, though. Their little side quest meant they had to leave earlier than normal to get there, and Court's got a bit of a scowl on his face as he carries... 3? 4? small trays of coffee in his hands and Mrs. G has two flats of donuts.

As they get to the main stunt tent, she calls out, "Stunts! Delivery for Stunts!"

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Stunts lights up at the sound of her friend’s voice, and she quickly excuses herself from the ones she was talking to and walks over to Mrs. G and Court. “Mrs. G! You made it! Yes!” she squeals excitedly. “I’m so excited to see you! And not just because of the goods you both so graciously brought us, I’ll have you know.”

“Here, let me help,” she offers and relieves Six of the coffees he’s carrying. “Thank you very much for all of this by the way. Follow me.”

Stunts leads the way inside the tent and sets the coffees on the table, making sure there’s a place for Mrs. G to leave the donuts.

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"Hey girl!" Mrs. G giggles as she brings her shoulders up toward her ears in excitement. Court stands dutifully behind her, watching the interaction over the top of her head. His wife pipes up, "We come bearing gifts to sweeten you up!"

More laughter falls from Mrs. G's mouth and Court can't fight the twitch of his lip at the pure joy of seeing her friend. He's quickly drawn back to the moment as Stunts grabs the coffees from him. He carefully transfers them to her hands and slips one of his around Mrs. G's waist.

"Sure thing," he replies coolly as he guides them after the Stunt Coordinator and into the tent. Mrs. G sets the flats of donuts down once she gets to the table, quickly wrapping her arm around Court in a thankful side hug.

They both release each other a moment later and turn their attentions to Stunts in front of them. Court clears his throat and then breaks the silence with a genuine question.

"What's on the schedule for today?"

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

“Diana,” Stunts calls over to a black-haired woman nearby, “do you care to pass these out for me please? Feel free to tell anyone they’ve been voluntold to help you.”

After getting the coffee responsibility handed off with her own coffee in hand, Stunts looks the Gentrys and answers Six’s question. “Today’s all about sparring and fight choreography, Six. We’re going to work on one of the fight scenes leading up to the big hand to hand combat scene. It’ll be a soft walkthrough today. We want to get steps and logistics worked out before we run at faster speeds.”

She continues with, “Also at some point today, I wanna see how Colt’s been progressing under your tutelage, so you two will spar. After that, we’ll see how much time is left in the day. The question now is if you have a preference which will happen first: walkthrough or sparring.”

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Mrs. G giggles slightly as she steps away from Court and watches him get his instructions for the day. She was just here to observe, after all. Hot men spar! She tells herself. Not just observing, watching eye candy go at it!

Court raises a brow. Sparring and fight choreo? That's quite the ask for the day my wife is here to watch. He shoots a glance at Mrs. G from the corner of his eye. She's just glancing around the tent and between Stunts and Court with wide, simple interest. He's got no clue she's in on it.

"Why don't we do the walkthrough first?" Court says after a moment of thought. "We won't have to warm up to spar, then. We'll be ready after the walkthrough."

He rolls his shoulders a little and sighs, "I suppose I should go get changed? Is Colt around yet? Me and him can start prepping for the walkthrough if that's the case while you two catch up for a minute." At the end of his words, he motions between Mrs. G and Stunts with a raised, knowing eyebrow. Girls.

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Six's knuckles rap against a door with bold letters stamped across it. Stunt Coordinator. He shoves his hands back into the jacket of his tracksuit, a slightly disgruntled look on his face. Mrs. Gentry and Claire had all but shoved him out of the house, an address written on a sticky note with the words "Stunt Coordinator" scribbled below it.

He sighs, looking around at the people milling about. Not his usual scene. But, he shuffles on his feet and then takes a deep breath. If Mrs. Gentry said to do it... Well then, he would.

Something about a training? Maybe a fight scene?

He wasn't exactly sure.

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The Stunt Coordinator was reviewing storyboard panels sent over by the director and producer for the latest action movie the studio’s got in the works. The script was amazing if she was being honest.

The action? It clearly needed help.

That’s why the studio hired her for the project to fix it up and make it not only pop but make it believable, which is also why she dared to call in a favor from a friend. Desperate times, as they say. Normally, she wouldn’t bother Mrs. Gentry, considering what little she knew about the situation, but from the sound of things, it turned out to be beneficial for all involved.

She heard the knock at the door and glanced at the clock. “Right on time,” she mumbled with a smile as she turned for the door, not wanting to leave her guest out for long.

The Stunt Coordinator opened the door, greeted Six with an easy smile, and extended her hand to him. “Mr. Gentry, thank you for coming. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Toni Brooks; I’m the Stunt Coordinator here on this project.”

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Well that's gotta be one of the most badass and saddest things I've ever heard in my life, Colt thinks as he listens to Six. But he said he's married, so that's good. He's got good things in life. Probably very well earned from the sounds of it. And Stunts and Mrs. Assassin are friends, huh? Okay so I definitely know what to ask her about later.

"I've learned pretty quickly that when it comes to the planning of this stuff, you can trust Stunts. And she asked you in for a reason, so I figured we've really got the real deal. She wouldn't tell me much else, but I figured if I gotta know, I'll end up knowing."

"But," he continues with a smirk as he stands up to complete his stretches, "I can definitely guarantee you'll be in for some fun around here. And who knows?" He shrugs, smile growing, "You might wanna come back again after this." @just-another-thursday

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Six watches Colt out of the corner of his eye for a few moments as he continues stretching. She wouldn't tell me much else. Six feels a flood of relief wash over him. Mrs. G only told her the basics. What she needed to know so we could each agree to or disprove this project.

Plus, that means Stunts couldn't tell Colt because she didn't know. Which was good. Colt doesn't need to know how many people I've killed to be able to live a fairly quiet life.

The former assassin can't help but let his mouth tug upwards as Colt smiles. This guy is like a fucking ray of sunshine, he thinks to himself as he hauls himself to his feet. Hard to get him down, it seems.

Six rolls his shoulders a little and lets his small smile curl into a challenging smirk. "It all depends on how badly I beat your ass or if you send me home with my tail between my legs," he jokes. "I've never run home before."

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Colt raises an eyebrow over that and smirks. If that’s supposed to be a challenge accepted, man, he thinks.

“Well,” he chuckles and shrugs, “seems we have something in common then. Nobody’s ever sent me home in a fight either.” No, just in dropping me roughly 12 stories is all.

He shakes the thought away and adds, “But I imagine we’ve got very different fighting styles too, so it’ll be fun to learn something new.”

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Six likes that answer. It makes his smirk widen a little bit. But it quickly drops in seriousness as he nods. "You're right. We probably do have different styles. It'll be interesting to see."

He takes a breath and motions away from the stretching area. "You good? Want to talk ground rules before we break each other's noses? That shit sucks and my wife would be pissed off if I came home with a broken nose."

The former assassin shrugs, "I don't actually want to hurt you, of course. Let me make that clear." A small smile returns to one side of his mouth as he offers, "I don't think Stunts or my wife would appreciate either of us getting banged up early on. We can do a basic skills test to start. Basic hand to hand combat?"

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Colt nods at that and smirks. "Yeah, Stunts will have my hide if I get banged up too early, and if your girl and Stunts are best friends, I imagine you'd get a similar treatment. So yeah, let's save us both some trouble and do a skills test; that sounds good."

He waved for Six to follow him and said, "C'mon, The Ring's over here. It's not a clever name or even accurate, but it's just what we call the section of mats where we fight."

Once they get to The Ring, Colt gestures over his shoulder with his thumb and says, "We've got equipment like helmets and boxing gloves and stuff if you'd rather we use them at the start, but I'm good if we don't to. You're the expert, so it's your call. I'll do whatever."

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Six chuckles at Colt's comment. Yeah, Mrs. G might just have his head if he got hurt. [-> She wouldn't. She thinks he would look smoking hot a little banged up. Maybe a little concerned initially... but she's seen worse.]

He follows Colt's lead easily to The Ring, and he looks around to assess the set up. Not too shabby. Six glances over at Colt and motions, "Why don't we use some gloves to start and we'll say no headshots for now. Sound fair?"

Then, he explains, "I think it's best if we get a feel for each other's styles and general movements before we try going for the knock out moves the movie will likely want." There's a smile on his lips. It was an attempt at a joke. The best the former assassin could manage.

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Colt smirks at the joke; it lands right, and he nods. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’m down for that.” He waves for Six to follow. “Gloves are over here.” He leads the former assassin to three large square bins on wheels.

“One has gloves, one has helmets, and one has kicking guards like you’d wear in like martial arts sparring. Well they’re all martial arts sparring equipment, but you know what I mean,” Colt explains as they approach.

“The gloves are in the middle one. Usually - if people put them in correctly - the straps of the glove pairs are velcroed together so you don’t have to dig forever for a match.”

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Six easily follows Colt over to the bins. He doesn't hesitate to reach into the first bin to grab a set of gloves for himself. He tosses them back and forth in his hands for a moment to a get feel for the weight of them. They're nice.

They're strapped together like Colt said they likely would be and Six steps to the side to give the stuntman room to grab his own.

"These are nice, man," Six says after a moment and tugs one of them on. He briefly sets the second one down and slams the now padded hand into his bare fist. Nothing hurts. Barely felt anything.

A moderately impressed look tugs on Six's face. "Really nice."

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Colt takes in the impressed look and smiles. He figures any level of impressed look from Six is a win.

“Thanks, man. We’re all about safety and taking care of each other and ourselves. We get hurt enough on the job, so it’s nice to know that we’ve got lots of safety features tucked in where they can be while we work.”

He grabs a pair of gloves for himself once Six moved to the side so he could, and he tugs them on. He slams his fists together to test the feel of the gloves and smirks when he doesn’t feel any pain. “Alright, I’m all set if you are.”

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That's pretty fair, Six thinks to himself as he mulls over Colt's words. I can imagine these guys are pretty used to getting beat up in their own right. Might as well stay as safe as you can when you can.

Six mentally starts preparing himself. No headshots. Crotch shots... well, we didn't say no to them. He pauses his mental thought process and then sighs to himself. Court, you aren't fighting for your life. You're just sparring. Remember Goon Squad days? This is like that. You don't need to flatten the guy.

Quickly, Six tugs on the second glove he had set down and gives Colt a small but competitive smirk. "I'm all set, too. Lead the way to The Ring."

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

☎️ = What’s The Last Text You Received?

See for yourself, Anon. Got any guesses? 😉

Emoji Ask Stuff

@just-another-thursday

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...Come on man!

You had to go and out my pizza preferences like that? Tell me, why did I agree to watching a bad movie with you? I must have been pretty shit-faced drunk to agree to that.

You'll regret the next time we spar for that last message, dude. I at least say "Okay👍"

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Six's knuckles rap against a door with bold letters stamped across it. Stunt Coordinator. He shoves his hands back into the jacket of his tracksuit, a slightly disgruntled look on his face. Mrs. Gentry and Claire had all but shoved him out of the house, an address written on a sticky note with the words "Stunt Coordinator" scribbled below it.

He sighs, looking around at the people milling about. Not his usual scene. But, he shuffles on his feet and then takes a deep breath. If Mrs. Gentry said to do it... Well then, he would.

Something about a training? Maybe a fight scene?

He wasn't exactly sure.

@just-another-thursday

The Stunt Coordinator was reviewing storyboard panels sent over by the director and producer for the latest action movie the studio’s got in the works. The script was amazing if she was being honest.

The action? It clearly needed help.

That’s why the studio hired her for the project to fix it up and make it not only pop but make it believable, which is also why she dared to call in a favor from a friend. Desperate times, as they say. Normally, she wouldn’t bother Mrs. Gentry, considering what little she knew about the situation, but from the sound of things, it turned out to be beneficial for all involved.

She heard the knock at the door and glanced at the clock. “Right on time,” she mumbled with a smile as she turned for the door, not wanting to leave her guest out for long.

The Stunt Coordinator opened the door, greeted Six with an easy smile, and extended her hand to him. “Mr. Gentry, thank you for coming. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Toni Brooks; I’m the Stunt Coordinator here on this project.”

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Well that's gotta be one of the most badass and saddest things I've ever heard in my life, Colt thinks as he listens to Six. But he said he's married, so that's good. He's got good things in life. Probably very well earned from the sounds of it. And Stunts and Mrs. Assassin are friends, huh? Okay so I definitely know what to ask her about later.

"I've learned pretty quickly that when it comes to the planning of this stuff, you can trust Stunts. And she asked you in for a reason, so I figured we've really got the real deal. She wouldn't tell me much else, but I figured if I gotta know, I'll end up knowing."

"But," he continues with a smirk as he stands up to complete his stretches, "I can definitely guarantee you'll be in for some fun around here. And who knows?" He shrugs, smile growing, "You might wanna come back again after this." @just-another-thursday

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Six watches Colt out of the corner of his eye for a few moments as he continues stretching. She wouldn't tell me much else. Six feels a flood of relief wash over him. Mrs. G only told her the basics. What she needed to know so we could each agree to or disprove this project.

Plus, that means Stunts couldn't tell Colt because she didn't know. Which was good. Colt doesn't need to know how many people I've killed to be able to live a fairly quiet life.

The former assassin can't help but let his mouth tug upwards as Colt smiles. This guy is like a fucking ray of sunshine, he thinks to himself as he hauls himself to his feet. Hard to get him down, it seems.

Six rolls his shoulders a little and lets his small smile curl into a challenging smirk. "It all depends on how badly I beat your ass or if you send me home with my tail between my legs," he jokes. "I've never run home before."

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Colt raises an eyebrow over that and smirks. If that’s supposed to be a challenge accepted, man, he thinks.

“Well,” he chuckles and shrugs, “seems we have something in common then. Nobody’s ever sent me home in a fight either.” No, just in dropping me roughly 12 stories is all.

He shakes the thought away and adds, “But I imagine we’ve got very different fighting styles too, so it’ll be fun to learn something new.”

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Six likes that answer. It makes his smirk widen a little bit. But it quickly drops in seriousness as he nods. "You're right. We probably do have different styles. It'll be interesting to see."

He takes a breath and motions away from the stretching area. "You good? Want to talk ground rules before we break each other's noses? That shit sucks and my wife would be pissed off if I came home with a broken nose."

The former assassin shrugs, "I don't actually want to hurt you, of course. Let me make that clear." A small smile returns to one side of his mouth as he offers, "I don't think Stunts or my wife would appreciate either of us getting banged up early on. We can do a basic skills test to start. Basic hand to hand combat?"

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Colt nods at that and smirks. "Yeah, Stunts will have my hide if I get banged up too early, and if your girl and Stunts are best friends, I imagine you'd get a similar treatment. So yeah, let's save us both some trouble and do a skills test; that sounds good."

He waved for Six to follow him and said, "C'mon, The Ring's over here. It's not a clever name or even accurate, but it's just what we call the section of mats where we fight."

Once they get to The Ring, Colt gestures over his shoulder with his thumb and says, "We've got equipment like helmets and boxing gloves and stuff if you'd rather we use them at the start, but I'm good if we don't to. You're the expert, so it's your call. I'll do whatever."

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Six chuckles at Colt's comment. Yeah, Mrs. G might just have his head if he got hurt. [-> She wouldn't. She thinks he would look smoking hot a little banged up. Maybe a little concerned initially... but she's seen worse.]

He follows Colt's lead easily to The Ring, and he looks around to assess the set up. Not too shabby. Six glances over at Colt and motions, "Why don't we use some gloves to start and we'll say no headshots for now. Sound fair?"

Then, he explains, "I think it's best if we get a feel for each other's styles and general movements before we try going for the knock out moves the movie will likely want." There's a smile on his lips. It was an attempt at a joke. The best the former assassin could manage.

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Colt smirks at the joke; it lands right, and he nods. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’m down for that.” He waves for Six to follow. “Gloves are over here.” He leads the former assassin to three large square bins on wheels.

“One has gloves, one has helmets, and one has kicking guards like you’d wear in like martial arts sparring. Well they’re all martial arts sparring equipment, but you know what I mean,” Colt explains as they approach.

“The gloves are in the middle one. Usually - if people put them in correctly - the straps of the glove pairs are velcroed together so you don’t have to dig forever for a match.”

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Six easily follows Colt over to the bins. He doesn't hesitate to reach into the first bin to grab a set of gloves for himself. He tosses them back and forth in his hands for a moment to a get feel for the weight of them. They're nice.

They're strapped together like Colt said they likely would be and Six steps to the side to give the stuntman room to grab his own.

"These are nice, man," Six says after a moment and tugs one of them on. He briefly sets the second one down and slams the now padded hand into his bare fist. Nothing hurts. Barely felt anything.

A moderately impressed look tugs on Six's face. "Really nice."

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

[in text messages] -> Stunts, how's Mr. Gentry being for you? He wasn't the happiest when me and Claire shoved him out of the house. I hope he's behaving himself.

The Stunt Coordinator snorts a bit louder than she intended, but oh. The text just hit her funny bone a bit.

Glancing up at the boys to make sure they’re not paying attention, she snaps a quick photo of them talking and sends it to her friend.

[text message] I’m gonna preface this by saying all is well now, but Mrs. G? Your hubby’s attitude did not improve before he got here. He was a bit of an asshole with me and my stunt guy, but I think we’re safe now.

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

[text message] GIRL!

[text message] YOU ARE A GENIUS!

[text message] Yes, get me my usual please. Colt just likes his black (weirdo 🤭)

[text message] [everyone else's coffee orders]

[text message] And tbh if you get glazed and chocolate icing donuts, we will all be spoiled @just-another-thursday

[just-another-thursday]

[text message] Roger that! Your usual, black for Colt, and everyone else's wonky ass orders. Who needs that many pumps of caramel???

[text message] I'll see if Court will get a big flat of them. If I beg him just enough he might.

[text message] ;) see you in a bit xoxo

-

With some begging and persuading, Mrs. G gets Court to relent. He may or may not have had to drop like $40 on everyone's orders and donuts, but he supposes that the smile on his wife's face is worth it.

He doesn't waste any time getting to the set, though. Their little side quest meant they had to leave earlier than normal to get there, and Court's got a bit of a scowl on his face as he carries... 3? 4? small trays of coffee in his hands and Mrs. G has two flats of donuts.

As they get to the main stunt tent, she calls out, "Stunts! Delivery for Stunts!"

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Stunts lights up at the sound of her friend’s voice, and she quickly excuses herself from the ones she was talking to and walks over to Mrs. G and Court. “Mrs. G! You made it! Yes!” she squeals excitedly. “I’m so excited to see you! And not just because of the goods you both so graciously brought us, I’ll have you know.”

“Here, let me help,” she offers and relieves Six of the coffees he’s carrying. “Thank you very much for all of this by the way. Follow me.”

Stunts leads the way inside the tent and sets the coffees on the table, making sure there’s a place for Mrs. G to leave the donuts.

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"Hey girl!" Mrs. G giggles as she brings her shoulders up toward her ears in excitement. Court stands dutifully behind her, watching the interaction over the top of her head. His wife pipes up, "We come bearing gifts to sweeten you up!"

More laughter falls from Mrs. G's mouth and Court can't fight the twitch of his lip at the pure joy of seeing her friend. He's quickly drawn back to the moment as Stunts grabs the coffees from him. He carefully transfers them to her hands and slips one of his around Mrs. G's waist.

"Sure thing," he replies coolly as he guides them after the Stunt Coordinator and into the tent. Mrs. G sets the flats of donuts down once she gets to the table, quickly wrapping her arm around Court in a thankful side hug.

They both release each other a moment later and turn their attentions to Stunts in front of them. Court clears his throat and then breaks the silence with a genuine question.

"What's on the schedule for today?"

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Six's knuckles rap against a door with bold letters stamped across it. Stunt Coordinator. He shoves his hands back into the jacket of his tracksuit, a slightly disgruntled look on his face. Mrs. Gentry and Claire had all but shoved him out of the house, an address written on a sticky note with the words "Stunt Coordinator" scribbled below it.

He sighs, looking around at the people milling about. Not his usual scene. But, he shuffles on his feet and then takes a deep breath. If Mrs. Gentry said to do it... Well then, he would.

Something about a training? Maybe a fight scene?

He wasn't exactly sure.

@just-another-thursday

The Stunt Coordinator was reviewing storyboard panels sent over by the director and producer for the latest action movie the studio’s got in the works. The script was amazing if she was being honest.

The action? It clearly needed help.

That’s why the studio hired her for the project to fix it up and make it not only pop but make it believable, which is also why she dared to call in a favor from a friend. Desperate times, as they say. Normally, she wouldn’t bother Mrs. Gentry, considering what little she knew about the situation, but from the sound of things, it turned out to be beneficial for all involved.

She heard the knock at the door and glanced at the clock. “Right on time,” she mumbled with a smile as she turned for the door, not wanting to leave her guest out for long.

The Stunt Coordinator opened the door, greeted Six with an easy smile, and extended her hand to him. “Mr. Gentry, thank you for coming. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Toni Brooks; I’m the Stunt Coordinator here on this project.”

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Well that's gotta be one of the most badass and saddest things I've ever heard in my life, Colt thinks as he listens to Six. But he said he's married, so that's good. He's got good things in life. Probably very well earned from the sounds of it. And Stunts and Mrs. Assassin are friends, huh? Okay so I definitely know what to ask her about later.

"I've learned pretty quickly that when it comes to the planning of this stuff, you can trust Stunts. And she asked you in for a reason, so I figured we've really got the real deal. She wouldn't tell me much else, but I figured if I gotta know, I'll end up knowing."

"But," he continues with a smirk as he stands up to complete his stretches, "I can definitely guarantee you'll be in for some fun around here. And who knows?" He shrugs, smile growing, "You might wanna come back again after this." @just-another-thursday

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Six watches Colt out of the corner of his eye for a few moments as he continues stretching. She wouldn't tell me much else. Six feels a flood of relief wash over him. Mrs. G only told her the basics. What she needed to know so we could each agree to or disprove this project.

Plus, that means Stunts couldn't tell Colt because she didn't know. Which was good. Colt doesn't need to know how many people I've killed to be able to live a fairly quiet life.

The former assassin can't help but let his mouth tug upwards as Colt smiles. This guy is like a fucking ray of sunshine, he thinks to himself as he hauls himself to his feet. Hard to get him down, it seems.

Six rolls his shoulders a little and lets his small smile curl into a challenging smirk. "It all depends on how badly I beat your ass or if you send me home with my tail between my legs," he jokes. "I've never run home before."

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Colt raises an eyebrow over that and smirks. If that’s supposed to be a challenge accepted, man, he thinks.

“Well,” he chuckles and shrugs, “seems we have something in common then. Nobody’s ever sent me home in a fight either.” No, just in dropping me roughly 12 stories is all.

He shakes the thought away and adds, “But I imagine we’ve got very different fighting styles too, so it’ll be fun to learn something new.”

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Six likes that answer. It makes his smirk widen a little bit. But it quickly drops in seriousness as he nods. "You're right. We probably do have different styles. It'll be interesting to see."

He takes a breath and motions away from the stretching area. "You good? Want to talk ground rules before we break each other's noses? That shit sucks and my wife would be pissed off if I came home with a broken nose."

The former assassin shrugs, "I don't actually want to hurt you, of course. Let me make that clear." A small smile returns to one side of his mouth as he offers, "I don't think Stunts or my wife would appreciate either of us getting banged up early on. We can do a basic skills test to start. Basic hand to hand combat?"

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Colt nods at that and smirks. "Yeah, Stunts will have my hide if I get banged up too early, and if your girl and Stunts are best friends, I imagine you'd get a similar treatment. So yeah, let's save us both some trouble and do a skills test; that sounds good."

He waved for Six to follow him and said, "C'mon, The Ring's over here. It's not a clever name or even accurate, but it's just what we call the section of mats where we fight."

Once they get to The Ring, Colt gestures over his shoulder with his thumb and says, "We've got equipment like helmets and boxing gloves and stuff if you'd rather we use them at the start, but I'm good if we don't to. You're the expert, so it's your call. I'll do whatever."

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Six chuckles at Colt's comment. Yeah, Mrs. G might just have his head if he got hurt. [-> She wouldn't. She thinks he would look smoking hot a little banged up. Maybe a little concerned initially... but she's seen worse.]

He follows Colt's lead easily to The Ring, and he looks around to assess the set up. Not too shabby. Six glances over at Colt and motions, "Why don't we use some gloves to start and we'll say no headshots for now. Sound fair?"

Then, he explains, "I think it's best if we get a feel for each other's styles and general movements before we try going for the knock out moves the movie will likely want." There's a smile on his lips. It was an attempt at a joke. The best the former assassin could manage.

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

[in text messages] -> Stunts, how's Mr. Gentry being for you? He wasn't the happiest when me and Claire shoved him out of the house. I hope he's behaving himself.

The Stunt Coordinator snorts a bit louder than she intended, but oh. The text just hit her funny bone a bit.

Glancing up at the boys to make sure they’re not paying attention, she snaps a quick photo of them talking and sends it to her friend.

[text message] I’m gonna preface this by saying all is well now, but Mrs. G? Your hubby’s attitude did not improve before he got here. He was a bit of an asshole with me and my stunt guy, but I think we’re safe now.

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

[text message] GIRL!

[text message] YOU ARE A GENIUS!

[text message] Yes, get me my usual please. Colt just likes his black (weirdo 🤭)

[text message] [everyone else's coffee orders]

[text message] And tbh if you get glazed and chocolate icing donuts, we will all be spoiled @just-another-thursday

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[text message] Roger that! Your usual, black for Colt, and everyone else's wonky ass orders. Who needs that many pumps of caramel???

[text message] I'll see if Court will get a big flat of them. If I beg him just enough he might.

[text message] ;) see you in a bit xoxo

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With some begging and persuading, Mrs. G gets Court to relent. He may or may not have had to drop like $40 on everyone's orders and donuts, but he supposes that the smile on his wife's face is worth it.

He doesn't waste any time getting to the set, though. Their little side quest meant they had to leave earlier than normal to get there, and Court's got a bit of a scowl on his face as he carries... 3? 4? small trays of coffee in his hands and Mrs. G has two flats of donuts.

As they get to the main stunt tent, she calls out, "Stunts! Delivery for Stunts!"

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*hums thoughtfully* Well…have you guys ever seen Raiders of the Lost Ark? It’s a classic action movie with some romance. Can’t really say there’s any psycho-thriller aspect to it, but there’s a supernatural bit to it that Claire might like.

Indiana Jones, right? Mrs. G told me once that she loved watching those movies growing up. And if she managed to watch them growing up, I have no doubt Claire will be just fine, too.

Hey, supernatural works. Both Mrs. G and Claire are into that. Even if Mrs. G's seen it before, I think it sounds great. Want to plan for like... 7 o'clock? Maybe sometime later this week? I think it'll be a pretty light week for everyone here.

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Colt walks up to Six with a box in his arms and a proud grin on his face. “Six! Hey, man, you’re not gonna believe this. So I managed to pull some strings, and!”

He holds out the box for Six to take. “Two more jackets because you deserve to wear yours more than once. So if anybody steals yours now,” he adds with a chuckle, “that’s on you, man. But here you go!” @thumbsup-stuntguy

Six glances up from the gear he's preparing when he catches sight of Colt from the corner of his eye. He's got a... box? We've got all the gear we need to get started. He listens to the stuntman's cheerful words, though, an eyebrow raising with slight interest.

The former assassin takes the box and promptly almost drops it at what Colt says is in the box. "Shit, Colt, thanks brother," Six says, shifting the box to his left hand to hold and offering his right one to Colt in a friendly handshake. "I really appreciate that. Mrs. G and Claire will be ecstatic, you know."

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

☎️

@just-another-thursday

NAME: Double O Six

RINGTONE: Titanium (feat. Sia) by David Guetta

PICTURE: well…I have two now. I don’t know which one I want to use. Stunts and Six are gonna kill me.

First one:

Second one from Stunts:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: Are you serious right now?

LAST TEXT SENT: $50 says I beat you in laser tag

Send a ☎️ for your contact info in my phone!

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You have got to be shitting me, man. You'd better watch your ass, I've got pictures of you, too, you know.

-> Court, honey, it's okay! Look, Stunts even stood up for you! He's just-

No, this is it. He's in for it now.

-> *whispers* I am so sorry, Colt!

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

Six! Guess what!

Our movie jackets came in! Stunts just brought mine to me, and I’ve got yours too! Check them out!

Leather too. Aren’t they cool? You’re one of us now, buddy.

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Holy shit.

She... ACTUALLY got us jackets. Oh my. I- man. You can tell Stunts that is one cool ass jacket, Colt.

You know the only that fucking sucks about it?

.

.

.

Mrs. G is going to steal it. And I won't get to wear it at all. She will steal it after I wear it for the first time, and I will never see it again. I might have to slip Stunts some extra cash to get a second one. But Claire might steal that one. Shit, man. I need a locker or something I can keep this hidden in so she doesn't find it.

Got anything that can help a brother out?

[just-another-thursday]

As a matter of fact, we have not. I will pretty much watch anything once, so I’m willing to give things a shot. But before you ask, I’d prefer not watching horror or some really cheesy romance. I will watch them though ; I’d just rather not. Anything outside of those is more than fair game for me.

Well... do you have any suggestions? We're basically in the same boat over here.

Mrs. G doesn't like horror movies either, but she can be a sucker for a cheesy romance movie. (I'll beg her to choose something else. Because I can't stand them some nights.) Claire likes those psycho-thriller movies and shows. I think we all like basic blockbusters and action movies. Just not the bad ones. Hulk, I'm still talking about you.

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

[in text messages] -> Stunts, how's Mr. Gentry being for you? He wasn't the happiest when me and Claire shoved him out of the house. I hope he's behaving himself.

The Stunt Coordinator snorts a bit louder than she intended, but oh. The text just hit her funny bone a bit.

Glancing up at the boys to make sure they’re not paying attention, she snaps a quick photo of them talking and sends it to her friend.

[text message] I’m gonna preface this by saying all is well now, but Mrs. G? Your hubby’s attitude did not improve before he got here. He was a bit of an asshole with me and my stunt guy, but I think we’re safe now.

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

[text message] maybe under normal circumstances but not when I feel like I have to break it up 🙄 I mean let's be real *TB* would just let them sass it out, *Stunts* can't really do that as much

[text message] but I'll have to let myself enjoy those videos when I'm not working 🤭

[text message] maybe we'll have to compare notes later 😉😂

[text message] Good! They are for you and no one else! This just shows you're definitely my bestie. No one else gets this kind of treatment from me

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[text message] hehehe... either way... that's some deliciously sweet eye candy you got. maybe I'll have to come with Court some time for... moral support👀🤭

[text message] you know i've always been a visual learner ;)

[text message] awhhhh I feel so spoiled 😘

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

[text message] Well you know, I’m *always* up for a second opinion on how certain scenes look, especially fight scenes 👀

[text message] I think we can make this work. The boys won’t know we’re ogling 🤭

[text message] 😘 😉

[text message] You really should come tomorrow tbh. I think we can have some fun with our boys

[just-another-thursday]

[text message] A second opinion, huh?? 👀👀 You mean Stunts needs BACK UP on something?? Wow...

[text message] I can do tomorrow. What time do you want me there? Should I tell Court? Like would it be eaiser for me to get a ride with him and stay the whole day?

[text message] .... for research purposes, of course

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

[text message] I know I know don't get used to it LOL

[text message] You can tell him if you want. That's up to you. Or you can just let me pick you up after he gets here. I won't be missed for that long anyway once they get started.

[text message] Then we can hash out the wording for our research purpose in the meantime ;)

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[text message] hehe I'll try not to ;)

[text message] I'll probably just catch a ride with him... it'll be more believable if I say I want to come watch him work🤭 OR maybe I'll tell him I want to see you and hassle you for that recipe for Claire!! He'd be down for that, I'd imagine.

[text message] yes yes the research!! ;) very important research...

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

[text message] 😉😘

[text message] Both of those could work! You can just say it's a 2 birds 1 stone scenario and a win-win for you!

[text message] Most important research 🙂‍↕️ I'll be sure to schedule some sparring and some very mmmmm active stunt work tomorrow so they can show off

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[text message] I think I'll do that... he's not immune to a good recipe, you know. He loves food now that he actually gets to appreciate it. I'll work on him tonight and report back before bed ;)

[text message] SPARRING??? oh you ARE treating me🥰🤭

[text message] Do you want me to bring you a coffee or anything? It's on me. For this... research project <3

[thumbsup-stuntguy]

[text message] Yeah girl! I know how to treat my bestie! Sparring is the best way to go here!

[text message] omg girl you are a gem! Yes please I will happily accept a coffee thank you! I need to stay focused…for work and research purposes you know.

[just-another-thursday]

[text message] I'd expect nothing less from you ;)

[text message] just the usual? want anything for Colt? I can convince Court to stop and get something for all of us🤭

[text message] OH MY GOSH I COULD GET HIM TO STOP FOR DONUTS TOO OKAY OKAY YEAH GET ME EVERYONE'S COFFEE AND DONUT ORDERS ASAP