Do or Die.

WarriorWolf · Subject: Re: Do or Die. Sat Nov 07, 2009 4:40 pm

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Darren blinked at the light touches the Russian seemed to give, making him feel like shivering, but he refrained from it. Was this male flirting with him? Darren wasn’t sure, but then again it wasn’t like he minded. He had taken noticed of the man almost instantly, and had taken occasional glances at him during the briefing. “Heh yeah right, old man.” Darren teased, smirking a little. His hues moved back to the other men, before looking towards the doors. Some team Mr. Marino gathered, an angry Scotsman, a Russian, two Brits, and two Americans. A ragtag team that most certainly would have trouble, which Darren could already see who from. His quick glance to the Scotsman told him everything, the man wasn’t to pleased having to be with a Russian. Darren smirked a bit, before blinking and feeling pressed against a body. Specifically his savior’s body, as it would seem the male was saving him from being trampled on. Darren stifled a chuckle when he was released, and looked up at the male. Protective now, it was like they were already dating. Darren simply nodded, not minding having company to his car. Darren might’ve done much the same; by looking around making sure nothing was suspicious, except for the fact that he had already scouted the area prior to the meeting. Plus he had a good eye for sudden movements.

Darren pulled his keys from his pocket and leaned against his Nissan, looking at his savior. The other men weren’t of much interest to him, Darren had noticed one of the Brits, but that was about it. He wasn’t interested in their real names, their nicknames would suffice, but Mickey was a different matter. Dimitri Bezborodov. Darren took his hand and smiled, wondering if he should tease the older male. Tell him a different name, or just leave him with the nickname Max. “Well Dimitri, I’m good at what I do. Which is look out, so I think I can keep myself safe.” It was mildly teasing and serious; Darren was perfectly capable of making sure no one sneaked up on him. Darren let go of Dimitri’s hand and unlocked his car. “My name’s Darren. You’ll have to find a way to get my last name.” Darren said with a smirk, opening the right side of the door. It was an import, the driver sat on the right instead of the normal left. Getting in, Darren turned it on and rolled down the window. “Here, my cell number, just in case you feel like figuring out my last name.” Darren said with a wink, holding out a small piece of paper with numbers on it.

Alex watched Goof for a brief moment, shaking his head slightly. Great, now they would never get the mission done. No pay, and most likely a shit load of trouble. The weapons man seemed to fit the angry stereotype of Scotsman, and Alex rolled his eyes. Ignoring the male to watch the three that appeared from the door, if they were any threat it wasn’t like they would survive long. It might be three against three but Alex was sure the Scotsman made up for two and half, and despite being a tech Lex was still capable of fighting. He was trained in combat regardless of being the one to work with all the technical equipment, then there was Mitch. The security male was far from small, and was very well built. Alex was sure that Mitch could easily take on two of the agents himself. Mitch put his cup down and briefly watched the three agents, before leaving right after the driver, nodding to Alex. Alex was the last to leave, after fully finishing his cup of coffee. His normal day consisted of either hacking or doing rather geeky stuff, and getting paid to do so.

[Bleh my ending sucked aswell xD I guess its cause its mainly about Darren and Dimitri]

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bun-bun · Subject: Re: Do or Die. Fri Nov 06, 2009 11:20 am

Dimitri lifted up his hand from Max’s back and placed it upon the young one’s head; he shuffled the strands of hair about upon his crown, a light smirk forming at his lips. “Just being the youngest and most inexperienced will always make you a target.” Dimitri drifted his hand from Max’s back, aimlessly grazing his fingers down the kid’s back. “Maybe I can toughen you up a bit,” Dimitri mused, lightly pinching the kid’s arm. “Make you strong.” Dimitri drifted his eyes away from Max, his eyes focusing their attention upon the double door exit in front of them. Just as they arrived to the doors, the two doors swung open immediately. Dimitri had grabbed Max’s arm and jerked him close to his body, taking a fluid steps back to dodge the doors and the people rushing in. There were three people that came in, large men who all wore suits and sunglasses. Dimitri knew immediately who these men were; they were Mr. Marino’s men…no doubt to pick the large oak desk and black leather chair. ‘The guy can’t sit as a working man?’ Dimitri thought in Russian as the three large men passed them by aimlessly. Dimitri had realized that he was still holding on to Max, and rather tightly. Flustered, Dimitri had released Max with an embarrassed grin, “Sorry; reflexes.” Dimitri opened the door for Max and allowed the youngest to exit before he did. “Let me walk you to your car. I don’t want to risk Scotty to ambush you when I’m not around.” Dimitri had noticed until now how much of a protective person he was; he knew when he was in the Russian forces that he tried to protect everyone around him, but that was a given. Now, as a civilian in the U.S., he still can’t allow himself to relax. Dimitri followed Max close behind, searching about him aimlessly; it was this natural habit to always be on the lookout, waiting for something to attack. When they arrived to the car, Dimitri forced himself to relax and lean on Max’s car. “Before you go, I want you to know my name. This job won’t kill me, and definitely won’t kill you when I am around. So don’t worry about feeling guilty, you won’t.” Dimitri stood up, extending his hand outward to the youngest, “My name is Dimitri Bezborodov.” ‘Dimitri…that name…I obtained it in the special forces, as my code name, my other identity. It’s been so long since I spoke my real name…I have forgotten it. Forgotten all that I was.’

Dougal sneered at the three men behind him as he heard of what tech said. “I will kill him if it’s the last thing I do. He is mine and you all are witnesses to this.” Dougal turned away from the men, placing his cup of coffee on the small table where the breakfast items were. “I will murderer the Russian.” Dougal continued to walk forward, brushing hard pass the three men that rushed their way down the hall towards their destination. Dougal didn’t care who these men were or why they were making their way into the room they had their briefing in. If they were FBI, it would be better if he didn’t make any connection with these men behind him, even their boss. If they weren’t, then he couldn’t care less if they murdered their boss in board day light or were his goonies. All that was on Dougal’s mind was making his way outside before that bloody Russian could escape from his grasp.

“Sheesh, what crabby people we have now of days,” Hector spoke into his cup as he took the last sip of sugary coffee. “Well boys, I hate to leave ya now, but I got a date with hot and horny twins.” Hector crumbled his Styrofoam cup in his hand and tossed it into the nearby trash can. “See you two when I see you.” Hector ambled off, whistling as he drew his hands into his pocket.

[OOC: The ending is pretty yucky DX Sorry about that]

WarriorWolf · Subject: Re: Do or Die. Tue Nov 03, 2009 7:40 am

What did he really expect? Compared to the rest of them, the ‘kid’ had just been picked up off the streets. Sure, Darren was trained in combat, and knew how to handle weapons, but compared to the rest of the guys, he wasn’t even near their league. Professionals, and he, he had only done a few small bank jobs. Nothing like what was about to happen, it was all excitement and nerves for Max. Oh, right, as if he needed to feel any younger, but it wasn’t like he was the only one named after a Disney character. Pushing some of his long hair to the side, Darren drummed his fingers together, sitting in the silence that was seven men with testicular cancer. Eyes shifted over to Mickey, or the Russian, hell he had several names now. It was hard to even imagine that such a large well built man would have testicular cancer, not that any of them really did, but they sat there like they did and it was the end. Of course, until papa cheese spoke, the one who happened to find Darren. Newbie, the kid, he hated being the youngest, atleast now he did. That booming voice filled the room, and made Darren look up quickly, he was probably the only one mildly startled. Thumbs twiddling, Darren, or Max, or Newbie, sat and listened. Anticipating the chance to leave the room.

It seemed comical, that Alex and Mitch had ended up having to work together, let alone figure out they had to do things like Tom Cruise. They both laughed at the idea, but soon found that it was exactly how it had to be done. Alex stifled a laugh when Mr. Marino spoke of having to train Max, who had looked up sharply, then shrank a bit more into his chair. Mr. Marino seemed to be repeating exactly how Mitch and Alex had planned it all, but of course neither of them would mention that. No, they would both sit idle as their ‘leader’ spoke. Mitch had scouted the area a couple days prior, and Alex had figured out what needed to be done, which included the ‘cleaners’ idea. It was easy work, and would be done in moments, the job seemed a lot easier then normal. There had been other jobs that required more of his techy skills, but it didn’t seem like this would be one of them. Mitch, or Pete, for those outside the room, had done what he always did. Scout, retrieve, and then lay all his cards down. He was always the one to check everything prior to the actual mission, to which he would inform Mr. Marino about, and Donald. Despite being fine with being pared with Donald, there were some drawbacks. The long haired male never let anyone near his equipment, and generally made attempts to get more then everyone else. Max had sat there for most of it silent, just thinking over what had been said. He was to be with Mickey when it all went down, which made his hues shift over to the older male. He quickly averted them, and looked elsewhere, smirking slightly to himself.

They were all clearly ready to leave the room, not wanting to stay any longer then necessary. Darren stood up last, taking up the back spot of the group. The less trouble he had to deal with in the group, the better. At once they all headed for coffee, but Darren wasn’t big on coffee. He watched them all make their drinks, smirking a little at the weapons guy. Darren went for the donuts, and grabbed two, before drifting away a bit. A voice broke into his quiet zone, and took notice of the weapons guy within close distance of him. Darren didn’t usually take crap from people, considering he knew how to hurt them, and he wasn’t pleased about being messed with, but he wasn’t about to fight a professional weapons man. Let alone a Scotsman. Darren said nothing at the threat, and simply took a bite of his donut, blinking when Dimitri stepped between them. Oh great, now he would look even more pathetic, having a Russian fight for him. The rough hand grabbed him, and Darren followed after it. Max didn’t want to be witty with the Russian, just in case he had both the Russian and the Scotsman against him. Darren said nothing and simply looked up at the male, moving his hair away a bit to show his face. “I know…but I didn’t do anything.” The more he talked, the more he realized how pathetic he was compared to the others.

Both Alex and Mitch had sipped their coffee and watched, smirking slightly at the potential fight. “I’d pay to watch a fight like that, I’d pay a lot.” Mitch said with a chuckle, and Alex simply nodded. “Let’s just hope they don’t go at it during the mission, or we’re all fucked.” Alex said, looking over at the driver.

[Bleh >.< kind of sucks xD]

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bun-bun · Subject: Do or Die. Mon Nov 02, 2009 9:25 pm

The Big Boss, the Big Cheese, Mr. Marino had expected the gang he formed out be comfortable in meetings by now…although, it was the completely opposite from what he expected OR wanted. The six men sat quietly in their plastic blue chairs, eyes drifting from the wall to the floor to the ceiling. None of them made eye contact—well, besides two of them. Mr. Marino didn’t know their names quite yet and surely they didn’t either…but he called them by their code names: Mickey, Donald, Goof, Pete, Mortimer, and Max…the Disney classic characters from what Mr. Marino learned from his three year old grandson. Mickey was the Russian, the combat man; Donald was the tech; Goof was the weapons; Pete was security; Mortimer was the driver; and Max was the newbie Mr. Marino picked off the streets for look out.

Mr. Marino sighed heavily, lighting up a cigar and placing it on his lips lazily. He squinted his eyes shifted from each six men before him who all continued to shift their eyes uncomfortably. “All right, I’m tired of this fucking awkwardness. We need to get down to fucking business and we’ll work through this shit and it would either be the hard way or the easy way.”

The men shifted their eyes to Mr. Marino who was sitting comfortably in his large leather chair behind his oak desk. Dimitri sulked in his plastic chair, ‘These chairs are just like grade school.’ Dimitri once again had shifted his eyes down to the end where the youngest was nervously twiddling his thumbs—Dimitri smirked at the adorable sight of the young adult. “Our security and tech—Donald and Pete—have already went through the entire system of the building. They have informed me that the best way to enter into his fucking training ground is do what that Cruise guy did in that Mission: Impossible movie. Where he was lowered down—you all seen the movie. It’s crazy idea, fuck, I hate it, but with this newbie on our team we can’t afford to mess up with the major heist. We have to train this shit head—got it Max? You better pay attention or else we’ll murder you if you fucking mess up.” Dimitri tensed up when he heard in Mr. Marino’s voice that he wasn’t jerking Max’s chain. “I’ve decided that we’ll take only a couple of men with us: Mortimer, Max, Mickey, and Donald. Pete will stay here and through video chat he’ll inform Donald if the security is ready to go off and all that annoying shit. Now listen up you dick heads, this is the important part.” Mr. Marino paused, clearing his throat from a tickle. “Donald checked in with the cleaning services they got at this tech building and in two weeks they’re due. Donald will go some magic and have our “names” be placed into the cleaner’s systems and we’ll be able to travel to the building and able to get inside through the cleaners. Mickey and Max will enter in and make their way towards the assigned room they will clean; from there they’ll enter into the air vents and crawl their way to their destination. Mickey will have a portable laptop in which will be hooked up to Pete’s and Donald’s systems—Max, you’ll have to keep an eye on that while you’re lowering down Mickey. Mickey will take the necessary information and be pulled up. Max and Mickey will exit from the air vents to the original room and leave. Donald and Mortimer will be in the cleaners van outside in the parking lot waiting for you guys. Mortimer, if Donald says leave…leave. I don’t want all my men getting their asses thrown into jail because two of them fucked up. So don’t fuck up.”

“What’s the information that we need?” Dimitri asked, his voice flooded with a strong Russian accent.

“That’s none of your fucking business Mick. All you need to do is follow my orders and we’ll be good. Capiche?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good…now get the fuck out.”

Dimitri stood up first, quickly making his way out of Mr. Marino’s office; he looked over his shoulder as he exited through the door, seeing the men following after him. He didn’t trust any of them, not even the youngest one, and Dimitri wasn’t sure if he had too. In his services in the Russian army, you relied on the man that stood in front and in back of you…now Dimitri couldn’t trust any of these Americans or Europeans. Dimitri was pretty disappointed that Mr. Marino held the briefing in a community center; the man was filthy rich and a grade A criminal. Mr. Marino had told them he was constantly being watched by the police in his home and didn’t find his home to be safe for the briefing. The saddest part was that Mr. Marino covered up their briefing by making it a group meeting for men with testicular cancer. Dimitri smirked at the thought—though, it was nice to get free coffee and donuts right after the briefing.

Everyone in the briefing had immediately gone to the table filled with coffee cups, a coffee marker, and two boxes of donuts. Dimitri had only poured himself a black coffee, since he wasn’t big on sweets. He watched the youngest take two donuts; he grinned at the boy and his urged for something sweet. The other guys had done what Dimitri had done; only take a cup of coffee. Of course, they made it to their own preference. Dimitri noticed the weapons guy had taken it black…and made it “Irish”. The driver had poured himself a cup and added a large amount of sweet and lows into his black coffee. They were an interesting group of men, but none the less, Dimitri still didn’t trust any of them.

“Hey kid,” the weapons guy grumbled to the youngest. “You better be fit for the day or I’ll be the one that murders you,” Dimitri had taken notice that the weapons guy was a full blooded Scottish man. They weren’t to be messed with and Dimitri took this as a threat to the kid. Quickly, Dimitri stepped in between the weapons guy and the kid, protecting the newbie from the weapons guy. “And I wouldn’t mind seeing what Russian blood tastes like either,” the Scottish weapons guy scoffed.

“Watch your back, Scotty. We Russians know how to kill men before they know they are being killed.” Dimitri turned away from the weapons guy, grabbing the young one’s arm and jerking him to follow him down the hallway. “You too need to watch your back.”

Dougal lifted up his hand and pointed his finger at the Russian’s back with his thumb facing the sky. He pulled his thumb down and made a fake sound of a gun firing off. “Fucking Russian ass hole,” Dougal sneered, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Hope those two actually go at it, y’know?” the driver chuckled, his British accent appearing in his voice. “Seeing a Russian and a Scottish fight to the death is fucking priceless. You could sell fucking tickets all around the world and be a millionaire.” The driver laughed, brushing his nose gently, looking over his shoulder to the security and tech man. “What do you think?”

[OOC: Oh man, not very good opening for the security or the tech, but you can go on about the youngest one ;D and Dimitri <3 Private for WarriorWolf]