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Post by Mirage on Feb 18, 2011 0:45:11 GMT -5
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Hmmm, this is almost too easy, Mirage think. He may have to start running sims sans cloak to make sure he doesn't get too complacent. Right now, he still moves as if he were on a timer, but it would be so easy to rest on this new technology, let it do all the work.
He's run into surprisingly little trouble as he ghosts through the casino's lower levels toward his goal. Oh, there's been a few closer calls, he's had to trick his way past a few sentries, but nothing too difficult.
Until now.
The goal is just a few more rooms over, and the way is currently blocked by a Decepticon. Mirage checks the time. His window is narrowing.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Feb 20, 2011 21:30:45 GMT -5
Hook is blocking the way because he is fixing the door. Someone jammed a Fluorite Octet of dice into the door's retraction mechanism, jamming it stuck shut. This is a fire hazard, and Hook will not stand for it.
He pauses and frowns as he hears Swindle's directions over the radio. But the door is stuck! Hook will just have to go find a buddy later.
Hook pries out one of the dice and it goes skittering down the hallway, off toward Mirage's invisible feet. Snake Eyes.
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Post by Mirage on Feb 22, 2011 20:07:58 GMT -5
The warning from Jazz clinches it. It is time for more drastic measures.
Silent and invisible, he moves up behind Hook. Mirage reaches out and taps Hook on the shoulder- with a purple hand.
Appearing from nowhere is totally Spinister's shtick, after all.
The spy-in-Mayhem drag looks down at Hook expectantly. After all, Swindle just sounded the alert. The Constructicon should listen.
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Post by Dr. James Hook on Feb 22, 2011 23:10:09 GMT -5
Hook nearly drops the sonic screwdriver he was using, startled. Nearly. You see, Hook doesn't drop it, because he is just that good. He is, perhaps, the best there is. Hook sighs and explains, "Look, yes, I know about the pairs thing, but the door is jammed. Just give me a moment."
Hook usually works better under pressure and deadline, anyway. What's been taking him a while, since he didn't want to scratch the door, now happens in a few seconds. Hook pockets the Fluorite Octet when they come skittering out of the door, left by some itinerant alien gamblignant, no doubt. He then shoves the door open, using his Constructicon strength, and gestures to the next room. "There. No more jam. I'll go find Alva; she should be on shift."
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Post by Mirage on Feb 23, 2011 18:43:08 GMT -5
"Spinister" nods solemnly at Hook. Once the Constructicon is on his way, the disguised spy slips through the now perfectly operational door. Mirage chose to keep the disguise up for the simple reason that no matter how good one is, one can't trick people into not noticing a door opening on its own, and who knows is someone is waiting in the other room?
Someone is.
It's Needlenose.
Inwardly, Mirage groans. If anyone is going to see through Mirage's current disguise, it will be Spinster's lover. Again, the spy ponders what he did to turn his luck so far to the left.
Posing of Needlenose w/ permission.
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Post by Needlenose on Feb 23, 2011 23:10:25 GMT -5
Needlenose is currently pacing back and forth. He entered the room to lock away their profits, and then he got stuck when the door jammed, and no one would let him blow it off its hinges, which really has him annoyed.
He snaps his head up as the door opens, and starts, exasperated, "Well it's about ti- oh! Spinister! Darling, how nice to see you!" Then he tilts his head, one of his antennae quirking back in confusion. "About without the cane, dear?"
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Post by Mirage on Feb 28, 2011 19:23:03 GMT -5
Once the door shuts behind him, "Spinister" slumps slightly against it. "Was trying to be," he murmurs. He produces a cane from subspace, one that looks just like the one Spinister used during a recent date and uses it to steady himself.
He doesn't say anything else, but his expression clearly reads, I am so tired of this.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 1, 2011 15:37:39 GMT -5
Needlenose tilts back his other antennae to match the one that had been sent back in confusion before, but now, when combined with his narrowed white optics, it suggests suspicion instead.
"Hmmm." It's almost a statement.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 8, 2011 18:57:03 GMT -5
Suspicion isn't good. Mirage is excellent at his profession, but even he knows that getting this past Needlenose with be a longshot. The spy hopes those in the dance hall really do come up with a good distraction.
He starts to take a step toward Needlenose and the leg Spinister had been favoring the other evening gives out. He doesn't fall kin a heap though. Even sick or injured, Mirage doubts that Spinister would do so if he could prevent it. Instead, "Spinister" shifts his weight entirely to his other leg as the cane stabs hard into the floor. His free hand also wraps around the cane, using it to keep himself upright- albeit on one knee. "Think it's time for a dose," he grumbles softly.
At the same time Random Decepticon Redpaint Number 247 fulfills his role as background filler and reports on the Decepticon broadband that a bunch of people just fell out unconscious on the dance floor after being touched by another patron. A patron that now seems to be beating feet toward the exit.
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 8, 2011 22:41:29 GMT -5
Needlenose rushes to 'Spinister's' side at the stumble, then his optics open wide at the news over the broadband. He points at the seat that he'd been using to while away the time waiting for Hook to get the door open.
"Sit," he orders, tone more serious and commanding than the one he usually uses. "I'll deal with this, and be back as soon as it's taken care of."
There were suspicions, sure, but none so great as to override emergency.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 9, 2011 18:06:16 GMT -5
'Spinister' gives Needlenose a bit of a Look at the order, but he still sighs and nods as he carefully stands and hobbles over to the chair.
Mirage can't hear the Decepticon channel, but something must have happened to draw the Mayhem's attention. Mirage just hopes that something isn't Needlenose talking to Spinister on radio, and the two planning a terrible demise for the 'fake' Spinister.
Now, if only Needlenose would actually leave!
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Post by Needlenose on Mar 9, 2011 22:40:30 GMT -5
Needlenose doesn't worry much about the Look, but as soon as it becomes obvious that 'Spinister' is doing what he was told to do, he turns and darts out.
Something still nags at him, but right now there's an emergency, and so he's gone.
OOC: Out of thread.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 10, 2011 12:44:05 GMT -5
Finally!
Once he's sure Needlenose is gone off down the hall, Mirage stands and moves to the next door. This one has a security lock, and it will take him a short while to get through. Just a few extra moments in real time, but in an operation like this, every second lost is a chance for discovery.
He switches from his Mayhem disguise to being invisible once more. The cameras should still be off or misdirected, so no one should notice the switch.
OOC: I will give folks a day or so to post into this thread if they want to interfere. If no one posts in, I will be making a final post of mission success and Mirage will beat feet out of the casino.
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Swindle
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This space for rent.
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Post by Swindle on Mar 11, 2011 19:00:07 GMT -5
Swindle is waiting for Mirage in the vault. Not for Mirage specifically, of course, but for someone to show up and try to take his money. Swindle has very definite views on people taking his money. He is against it.
So here he is, lying in wait, with all his multifarious weapons at the ready, eyes narrowed at the door.
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Post by Mirage on Mar 11, 2011 19:53:35 GMT -5
It takes Mirage a few moments to make it through the one door, and several more to make it through the next door. The Vault Door.
Dramatic music plays. >_>
Mirage gets the door open, but he isn't lax enough to stand in front of it when it opens. After all, there could be all sorts of traps that Jazz didn't know about. Instead, the spy stays flattened against the wall after the door opens.
He is still invisible.
Carefully, he peeks around the doorway.
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