Safe Cracking

[Iblardora]

Ahriman moved towards the Circle, pausing as he took a moment to look over the building with a bit of trepidation. He had always been shy around others, and this honestly was more intimidating than it had been to announce himself at the Consillium meeting.

'Are you just going to sit around and worry all day?' he felt the Daimon shift in his head and prod him. 'Your not going to get any less strangerish. Your only reporting for duty, you can't possibly screw this up.'

Ahriman gritted his teeth. 'You're a real asshole you know that?' he thinks as he moves towards the door.

[Matt]

I created a new Circle post as it seems that the time lines won't match up with the current thread.

The car ride to the Circle had been relatively uneventful, Brent had made sure to keep checking the mirrors just to make sure they were not being followed. He even insisted that when they arrived at the back door that they sit in the car for a few minutes. Just to double make sure they were not being followed.

Tech probably thinks I am being insanely paranoid. He thought to himself as he walked around the front, through the circle and opened the back door. Helping Tech to carry the safe into the building. He even double checked the door was shut correctly before they moved on and took the safe into an appropriate room.

"I could use a drink after all of that." Brent chuckled. "At least it is in a much safer place. Reminds me I had better let Animus and West know."

Brent pulls out his phone, a crappy Nokia 3310 that has a chipped exterior in a few places. He quickly typed a Text and sent it to Animus and then did the same again sending it to West. He placed the phone in his pocked and leaned back on a sideboard. Looking at the safe sat on the table. The first question was how they were going to get it out. The second was what surprises were in store. They would need to be careful to make sure there were no traps on the inside of the safe.

[West]

I think these will be OK merged...

[MethodofDestruction]

Technique cruised the low-riding Cadillac back to the Circle, starting by going completely the opposite direction from the Circle and just, fuck it, taking random turns after they left. Anyone who was following would think he was just some stoned and lost Caddy with 20 inch rims. He lights a Kool filter king, and - to Brents utter surprise - even takes a 5 minute stop through the drive-thru of the local Taco Bell. Infact, the only thing he ordered was a large Coca-Cola, and was checking the mirrors the whole time while they waited, before getting the drink and driving to the Circle.

He helps to manhandle the safe out of the trunk, through the doors and hauling it off into one of the business conference rooms they had, and plonked it onto the ground with maybe just a hair too much 'dont give a shit'. "This should be good till people show up." He says, walking out of the conference room -

- and seeing the Lithping Terror in the atrium. "Hey. So. Thanks for getting the cops called." He takes a moment to wipe the sweat on his forehead away. "Not like it stopped me and Mr. Badass here, but we coulda used an extra pair of hands moving shit." Never mind the fact that i sent you away. Its Your Fault mother fucker. Fae Justice is a bitch. "Good thinking though. Coming back here. Means you get to keep helping."

[Iblardora]

Ahriman, who had stepped nervously into the Atrium, stiffened at the voice, fighting down the urge to just out right cast something at him. He did not need this today. He slowly turned, forcing his face into a blank mask that even the Guardians would be proud of, and nodded.

"If thatth what yew want thir."

'No! Call him out you Idiot. You were in the right, you were being prepared. Don't fucking call him sir.'


'You can shut up now Daimon'

[Joshua Morris]

Joshua enters the hall from a side door, having heard odd sounds--the grunts and shuffles of someone carrying heavy weight, voices tinged with anger and bravado--and looks around, wanting to make sure that damn owl hadn't tried to come back. But no; it's a quiver of Arrows, and the Sentinel relaxes some. "Gentlemen," he says softly, nodding to the three of them. A towel around his neck speaks to a recent shower, and he smells of Irish Spring and cordite.

He didn't catch any of the words, but judging by the vocal tones he heard and the body language, he can see he just walked into the middle of something. He doesn't interrupt, aside from his greeting, and perches on a table to see what's what.

[Matt]

Brent appears in the doorway to the conference room still wearing his hoodie covered in bullet holes and blood. He frowned at Ahriman for a few moments. "Listen carefully Fuck Nut, I will say this only once. I can accept why you pulled a gun. I accept that the mission suddenly took on new urgency. What I can not accept is that you bailed on two fellow arrows and the job we had to do." he took a deep breath. "It was only the cops, and as I suspected we were out of there before they showed up. It was important that we found this stone and you freak out along with Augustin. He is member of the mysterium, he does not know any better. But you should."

Brent paused

"Next time we end up on a mission together just remember who your brothers and sisters are. Rather than run away with that mysterium loser, who was no help I might add. But don't worry, we completed the job we were given."

"You made a mistake, learn from it. But you might be able to redeem yourself. Take a look at this." He gestures with his head into the conference room before turning to Joshua. "Evening Sentinel, would you like to join us?"

[MethodofDestruction]

Tech nods as he sees the Sentinel walk in. "Afternoon, Jefe. We were just going over our debriefing with Mr. Itchy Trigger Finger here. See, he saw a spell, and pulled a gun. Got the fuckin cops called on us, and we barely made it out in time." A bit of a venomous glare comes from Tech to Ahriman. "He bailed because i let him. Dont let it be said he didnt follow orders. He Served, sir. He just didnt take half a second to think it through a little." He walks closer to Ahriman, pointing his index and middle finger into Techniques temples, twice. "Think, next time, mano. We had to leave valuable intel there, which might not be recoverable. Our actions always have consequences. Always." Yes, it most certainly seems like he is also avoiding Joshuas gaze right now, and after trying to give his best version of a pep-talk, he turns and heads back into the conference room with the other three Magi.

"We found this safe down a hallway that that spell was concealing. There were magical and mundane defenses, both weak enough for us to penetrate. Brent found some boxes, i dont know, hes the one that looked through them." He points at the safe, perched as it was unceremoniously in a note-corner or not-neat part of the carpet. He continues to address the Sentinel. "We didnt have time to try and crack it there, or the tools. And its definately had some sort of Space spellwork done to it - no way it can be as heavy as it is under its own weight."

[Iblardora]

Ahriman grits he teeth when Brent speaks, tensing as the Daimon in the back of his mind begins to shout for him to defend himself. He hadn't left because he wanted to, he had been ordered. When the Thrysus stops he opens his mouth to talk only to get spoken over again by Tech. He listens with absolute horror as the man uses the words 'Let him' as if he had asked to. He tenses behind the other as he speaks to the Sentinel, seeming to think that was it. He breaths once, twice, forcing the anger down.

"It seems." When he speaks again his voice is so controlled that even the lisp vanishes, low and almost hissed. "I have been gravely misunderstood." His eyes flash at the other two, a dark purple compared to the normal lavender. "Brent you see went ahead of us, so he did not see this part, but I was ORDERED to leave, twice, by Tech. This seems to be because he Believed that I was panicking, or wished to leave. He even had the kindness to make it seem as though I was escorting our Mysterium." He forces a smile. "An honest mistake really. No I would have loved to have been your extra pair of hands but I was simply following orders instead of plunging into the puptent in space with out anyone behind me or Loosing my temper over being prepared in case something popped out of the random magical door in the middle of the park."

He flexes his hands. It would not be smart to punch either of them on his first day here.

'It would make you feel better.'

[West (The Mage)]

West walked in, phone still in hand from the text he'd received. Wherever he'd been, he was 'dressed up' in a rumpled tan suit and oxford without a tie. He listened silently as both Brent Stafford and Technique spoke, following their words and then listens to the rebuttal.

"Well, now we know who the snitch is."

He walked around the group, coming to face Brent.

"I'm guessing you don't have any formal training, or you'd know that your squad, or fire team, or whatever is your family. You stand together. You gonna roll on me to the Guardians if I let a 'dox fly?"