"EEEEEK! IT’S GONNA GET MEE!"
Kit jumped up and “hid” behind a chair, amusement glinting in his eyes. Upon hearing Voice’s attempt at mediating the fight, he leaned over said chair and batted his eyes at Lexi.
"Yeah, you brute. We’re teammates, aren’t we?"
“What? You have a problem with that?” Mira asked Dennis with a slight snarl, clenching her right fist a bit.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m here for a job, not to make friends.”
“We…well i mean…. A…as someone who ha…as done this….s type of thin…gs…. Us being against each other will get u….us killed”
The squirrely girl relaxed a bit at Dennis’s reply. “You’re right about that at least.” she admitted, unclenching her fist.
“This doesn’t mean that I trust you though.” she added suspiciously.
Lexi breaks her glare at Kit and turns towards Dennis
“Squirt, you don’t gotta lie, we know this is your first time. Us being against each other won’t get us killed, as long as we’re all professionals. And I know I’m a professional, so I’m hoping to god that somehow all of you are too.”
“Do you know the term Fasces? Assuming you don’t it’s a bundle of sticks, often carried as a symbol of political power and unity in ancient Rome it showed that alone one is easily broken yet if banded together even the frailest stick can become unbreakable, that is the hope of all interest parties. So make friends, it might save your life.”
“But… its not my first time… to be fair i have been usually behind a screen… but its not my first time.”
“…. I… sure”
“Heh. Begore I got nabbed by the feds after being sold out by my so called friends after a botched robbery gone wrong, I was a world famous catburgular running with the Catscratch Gang. Maybe you’ve heard of my alias within the group? Slipshade.”
“Friends will always betray you if things go bad.” she said in a huff.
“Doesn’t ring a bell. Catburgulary and sneakiness wasn’t my forte before I got arrested, if you couldn’t tell by my figure.”
“Yeah. It’s easy to tell.”
Bill opened his briefcase and began to eat a Kitkat.
He looked amused by the conversation, but made no effort to join in, a fact more unusual given his chattiness earlier.
“May you show us around our…” I place my hand on my forehead, exhausted from the foolery occuring around me. “…Lodgings, ‘Voice’?”
“Not everyone has spoken up regarding questions yet, but I could be persuaded, the less time I spend in this godforsaken lobby the better”
I think. Flattery is doubtful to work. “If I am trapped in this deplorable room with the man who continues to shout I am afraid your operation may have significant troubles due to the death of your agents. Any questions can wait until we are in a different room.” I reason.
“A persuasive argument, I suppose any questions could be asked if desperate during the tour”
Voice leads the players outside of the lobby and to the first block of rooms
“This is the 100s-200s section of the motel. Here you will find your rooms on the 100s level. They’ve all been upgraded some to where unless you were living in the lap of luxury it’ll meet your average living standard. The 200s are open to renovation for whatever you desire. Gym, workshop, spa, you name it and put up the cash I’ll be the one to organize the renovation. Rooms for living and customization are first come first serve, Come to me to take out the room key for it.”
Voice then leads the gaggle of idiots to the second block of rooms. The bottom of the U that the room blocks form
“The 300s and 400s have been all converted into one room. It’s the command center of this whole operation and where you’ll all be getting briefing regarding jobs, store equipment, or provide off-site support if it’s been designated for a job. You may enter and leave at your leisure. Just don’t hang there, Spider will eventually see you and next thing you’ll know you’ll be trapped talking about some fucking obscure mathematical problem. As a victim of their eccentricities take my word for it.”
Finally Voice brings them to the final block of rooms
“This is the final set of rooms, the 500s and 600s, do not enter. It contains shit that’s above even my paygrade. So can’t tell ya whats in there. Just that it won’t be pretty if you go in there. In fact I think we might be standing on the grave of a poor schmuck who went in there.”
They bring their hands together one last time
“Before we go to the command center, any final questions?”
Bill shook his head. He glanced at the others.