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RP: 4th Fleet (NSN) [Mission 1.2] Wazu’s Seven

Zack

Zack

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Harm had gone all out with Wazu’s money, hiring a nice ship to transport them to Malaise and a pair of limos to transport them from the star port to the casino, knowing full well they all could easily fit into just one of the stretched vehicles. Of course the moment the doors on the cars opened, the group would be subjected to the harsh 40 degree chill of the planet Malaise, a long set of stairs leading up from the road to the glass dome containing the brightest lights on all of Malaise, Red and Yellow neon spelling out ‘Ice Queen’ in building sized letters over the doors that led into the Casino

Harm would step out of the limo, dressed in thigh high black boots that hugged her legs, a skin tight sleeveless black dress with a long slit that came up the side, and black gloves that came up high enough to cover her shoulders, a soft black fuzz on the end of the gloves curving around the back of her neck like a mini-coat. In one hand she had a small clutch containing the card full of Wazu’s money she planned to spend.

A pair of guards wearing suits, earpieces, and carrying very visible zen arms machine pistols were standing just inside the doors, checking everyone who entered the casino with metal detectors and hand scanners. They were doing their best to remove any weapons or even sharp metal objects from guests at the casino, though they seemed perfectly ok with Drugs, and objects made of plastic that didn’t look too threatening.

The inside of the Ice Queen casino was separated into five areas. A large dance floor had a Power armor clad DJ working over a set of controls. The red Demon power armor had huge stacks of speakers built into the shoulders and a pair of subwoofers that were hanging on the sides of its legs, some fast tempo, upbeat, music playing for the twenty or so people on the dance floor.

The Bar and Restaurant area had several circular tables set up with a five stair wait staff tending to the guests as well as a bar stocked with thousands of different kinds of alcohol ranging from the common Nepleslian cleaning agents to the synthetic tastes of Lorath wine. A few people were having dinner, but many more were next to the bar getting loading before trying their luck elsewhere.

The Casino area had everything one would expect, BlackJack, Roulette, 21, and mazes of slot machines that someone could easily get lost in. Suited guards were patrolling this area, watching over the patrons and dealers.

Elevators towards the back of the domed casino led to the Hotel area under the casino where there were rooms for guests.

And finally there were four guards standing next to a set of double doors that led into the administration area. This led up into the offices and work areas that allowed the casino to function.
 
This was . . . different.

During all of Cedric's life up until now, the most expensive piece of clothing he had worn was his reflector vest when working on a construction or demolition site. Back then, he hadn't found any need for fancy clothes, and even if he had: they barely had enough money back then to really support buying any. Now though, his mission as a Marine actually required that he wear a ridiculously expensive suit, and mingle amongst "high-class" criminals and other big spenders. He had to blend in so well that there would be no distinguishable difference. Well: there would be one difference, at least.

He assumed the other people weren't going to be setting high explosives.

Emerging from the second of two limos, Cedric took to walking just behind Naomi. As he approached the front doors, he surveyed the area, and took stock of the guards around the place. When he approached the ones at the main entrance and stopped to be searched. He knew they wouldn't find the garrote wire, or the chemicals in the cloth of his gloves (one being a knock-out agent, the other being the activator for it), and he hoped they wouldn't detect the detonator because at that particular moment he could remember what an RX33 detonator was made out of. Plastic, right?
 
The guards stationed just inside the door would wave Cedric on up, waving their detection wands around his body until one softly beeped as it detected the RX33 Detonator. Though the device itself was made out of plastic, there were metal wires inside used to transmit the signal which was apparently enough to set off the sensors.

“Don’t move sir,” The guard would say as he patted down Cedric, quickly locating the detonator and pulling it out. “Would you care to explain this?” He asked, holding up the one button detonator.

Harm would quickly move up, blushing and acting as bubbly as possible, “That’s...” She giggled and stood on her toes so she could speak softly, closer to the guard’s ear, “That’s his remote. My boyfriend here has one of his girls in pair of Yuuko’s undies if you know what I mean…” Harm motioned over to Laura with a slight bob of her head to make her point.

The guard looked skeptically over at Cedric.

“… Huuuuge cock,” Harm added, “Got to get her ready you know?”
 
Cedric nearly had a heart attack as the metal detector went off over the detonator. Other than raising up his arms, he had remained obediently still the entire time, and watched as they reached inside his coat to retrieve the detonator. He had no idea what to say as the guard spoke . . . but then Harm piped up. For some reason, he wasn't suprised at how she behaved to cover up for this. Nor was he surprised at the reason she gave for the detonator. Well, if it wasn't for her: Cedric probably wouldn't have been able to come up with a cover.

Now he just had to roll with it.

Crossing his arms, Cedric looked to the guard, and shot him a small glare.

"Listen buddy: I've got some girls here who want to have a good time tonight. I know you want to keep the club safe, but I don't think harassing me over how I handle my girls will get that done." He then held out a hand for the detonator as he asked, "Now can I please have that back?"
 
Time for the most brilliant medic in the universe to make her debut spy appearance! She strode up to the guard and Cedric, hips swaying the way Harm had taught her.

"Oh, be a gentleman, honey," Laura said to Cedric, injecting fake sweetness into her voice. The man still hadn't thanked her for patching him up. If anything, she now wanted to be the next one to cause him injury. This was going to be a long, painful night.

And now he was antagonizing the guard, drawing attention to all of them. The man was an idiot... Laura made a mental note to give him either brain surgery or a lobotomy the next time he suffered a head wound. She wasn't sure now if either would be enough to cure him of stupidity though.

To the guard, she added quietly, "Be nice and I'll let you get real frisky when it's my turn."
 
The guard looked skeptically over at Cedric,

~No way a chump like this could get girls with just an expensive suit...~

He then looked over at Laura and pressed the button on top of the detonator.
 
Bastard. Laura realized the pig wanted to see her squirm. Now she had to add Harm to the list of people she intended to hurt.

She began breathing heavily then slowly panting. Laura squirmed, pretending that her underwear really was stimulating her. Luckily for her, all she needed to do was think about the second round of negotiations to provide genuine arousal.

"You... could have...ooh... given me some warning," Laura murmured, pretending to be overcome with sexual desire.
 
Harm bit her lip hard, doing everything she could to keep herself from laughing as she watched Laura’s performance. Damn she loved this mission…

“Alright, you can go on in.” The guard said, handing the detonator over to Cedric with just enough force to show that he was quite upset, thinking to him self, ~I’m in the wrong fucking job…~

Harm would calm herself before letting the guard wave the scanner wand over her, the detector registering nothing in high enough quantities to trigger an alert.

“You’re clear,” The guard would say, waving Laura up next for her scan. Assuming she had nothing on her to trigger the detectors she would be waved on in.
 
"What the hell kind of job did I get myself in to?"

It took a lot from Cedric to not change from his irritated expresssion. Harm just had to use that cover? Really?! So once the guard had pressed the button to the detonator, Laura had done a splendid job, and Cedric was thankfully a good enough actor to not show any sort of surprise . . . or any other thoughts that he might have been having at that moment. He was grateful that the guard didn't do it for very long, which meant that Cedric got the detonator back, and was able to move on in a relatively timely manner.

Once he was past and waiting for Laura with Harm, Cedric let out a sigh.

"So . . . that was interesting." Cedric whispered to Harm, chuckling in that akward way that many guys would have after that kind of 'show', "Let's never do that again, shall we?" He glanced back at Laura before adding, "I'm nearly 40 years old and don't need those kinds of thoughts running through this old head."
 
Harm started to make her way to the roulette table, stopping to turn back towards Cedric.

“Alright fine…” She said with a playful smirk, the smaller NH-7 pressing up against Cedric from in front and standing on her tip toes to put herself at his eye level. “Next time I wanna have a little fun in Laura’s panties I won’t invite you!”

She then tilted off to the side to look over Cedric’s shoulder, “Wanna hit the Roulette table?” She asked Laura, “I’ve got some money to loose.”
 
Laura passed through the security checkpoint without a problem. She was still feigning the effects of a rather energetic pair of underwear.

"He," Laura hissed towards Cedric, "had better press the detonator again to turn it "off". Otherwise the guards will get suspicious about my sudden recovery. And, Cedric, I'd be happy to relieve you of any and all thoughts in your head - just come in for a lobotomy."
 
“Well, I didn’t know you were all for putting it in someone else,” Harm said, with a Cheshire grin. “I’d love to play doctor with you sometime, you know… do some ‘hammering’… but in the mean time we have a mission, I’ve got money to loose and a wide range of drink options to explore.”

Harm quickly turned to walk away from the group, quickly seeking out the roulette table, taking out a DA card from her clutch and putting it down on the table. She had a spare card for some drinks later just in case but first things were first,

“Everything on black!”
 
Laura frowned. The neko was getting annoying. Why the Admiral kept it around, Laura did not know. She was too fiesty for a mere assistant or sex toy.

"Now what?" she asked Cedric. He was the group leader so he ought to have a plan.
 
Cedric couldn't help but be irked by Laura's attitude. He had to admit: she was a genius medic, and she had fixed his eye, but she was acting far too smarmy and stuck up to a higher ranked Marine. Cedric turned to face her, his organic eye showing the icy daggers beneath it, but the rest of his face seeming to be otherwise very calm.

He ushered her off to an otherwise uninhabited corner, and spoke in a hushed whisper "Well, Romero." Cedric's tone was harsh, "I suggest that we start by getting you to ditch the attitude. I'm normally a very forgiving person, but you've been coming at me from the first minute we met with this "holier than thou" attitude that is really starting to piss me off." Crossing his arms, "So unless you want to compromise this, I suggest you either nut-up and tell me what you're problem is, or shut the hell up and get over it so we can move on."

With that accomplished, he made a gesture for her to lead the way.

"Right now we stake out the area, and otherwise enjoy ourselves. Harm's the one in charge." He explained, still whispering, "After that: the fun begins."
 
Riiight...Like I care what you think she thought. "No problem - you're just too slow. Not something I can help you with since its obviously a natural state," she said in her normal voice so only the two of them could hear.

She then switched to a more feminine voice, one she never wanted to use ever again. "You're so mean, you can consider yourself dumped," she said indignantly, making a show and walking off towards the roulette tables. There, she sought Harm.

"Won anything yet?" Laura asked the Neko sweetly, placing her arm around Harm's shoulder. I only have to do this acting for this one mission. I can handle it...

She tried to keep her curiosity from getting the better of her. This was certainly a type of establishment she had never been to and this was not a game she had ever seen. It seemed to be a form of gambling. Numbers, odds, probabilities - more concrete than and slightly different from what she was used to. Biology rarely worked the way probability said it should.
 
Cedric made no return comment to Laura.

Regardless of what she thought of herself: he was a higher ranked Marine. They obviously didn't teach clones anything about respecting the higher ranks, or at least they didn't teach that clone anything about it. He had the high ground in that case. If she wanted to be a bitch, Cedric would just let it come back to bite her in the ass some day. He didn't much care for people like that. Besides, there were other Marines, and just because she was in his squad didn't mean he had to be friends. Then again, right now he was doubting if he could trust her with a loaded firearm at the moment.

Cedric made his way to the bar. As he walked, he casually observed his surroundings. He wanted to try and pick out things. Cameras, people with guns, guards, employee-only entrances, and other such things that could be used either for or against them.
 
“Not yet… Though I don’t plan to leave here with any cash in hand.” Harm said as she watched the low cut black vest on the worker manning the roulette table. The young blonde already had the wheel spinning, and had cut off new players from bets as she slid the ball into the play area.

“Black, Red, Odd, Even, really its your best odds to just go all in one of these when you get here. It’ll save you a lot of time that you’d have to spend on the slots otherwise.

You know, unless you wanna try your hand at poker. The odds for that are dependent on the level of players.” Harm explained, one hand ending up on Laura’s ass as the other held onto the underside of the table. She’d quietly cut open one of her fingers and smear her blood on the underside of the table which would slowly start collecting itself and forming into a small explosive. One of the benefits of having a body designed to be a weapon…

“35!” The dealer called out, with a happy smile across her face. “Looks like we have a winner.

“Ha!” Harm laughed, her card being crediting with the appropriate amount by the dealer.

“Which begs the question, Drinks or Dancing first?”

---

“Anything I can get for you sir?” The bartender asked. The man was a large ID-Sol dressed in an old-timey white shirt and vest combo that seemed more appropriate for those ancient west movies that they sometimes showed on Nepleslia.

“Don’t let my humble bar fool you, we’ve got just about anything you could want and you certainly look like you could use a drink or two.”

Cameras were watching him, and just about everyone else it seemed. The casino was no slouch on security with a pair of cameras watching the door, the bar, the dance floor, and at least one camera watching every game table or slot machine in the building. A cluster of six guards were by the door, and there were another ten wandering around the floor to keep an eye on things. Even the bar had a pair of guards keeping an eye on things, one by the bar itself while another was walking near the tables.

Each seemed to have an earpiece attached to a radio on their back and a holster inside of their coat to hold .45 pistols or the classic Zen Arms automatic pistol that was so common for the NMX soldiers to carry.

Old men and women were spread throughout the slot machines, and a few patrons were participating in the various games the Casino had to play. A young couple was eating at the restaurant part of the bar and A deeply tan woman with black hair and a form fitting red dress was busy dancing to the beats laid down by the power armored DJ, the glowing rings on her hands hinting that it was more than the music she was feeling.
 
Naomi had chosen an expensive looking but plain black suit for the job in the casino. Coupled with a white shirt, black shoes and shades, she looked entirely normal for this venue as she exited the limousine with a relaxed expression and walked out in front of Cedric.

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

Naomi's violet eyes blinked tiredly behind her dark sunglasses as the metal detecting wand squawked a warning to the guard, causing him immediately to look up.

"S'probably jus' my lighter," she said, sounding for all the world like she had expected this. "The suit coat. Left pocket."

"Lift your arms, please." The guard's voice was polite, but firm, and she immediately did as instructed, lazily raising her arms with a big smile on her face. The offending device, a small platinum-plated lighter, was set back in her pocket following a short examination.

"Welcome to the Ice Queen, ma'am. Enjoy your stay."

"I will," the gang punk turned Marine turned spy assured him while she moved past the entrance to the casino. This time, that easy smile she had been wearing the whole time was not all faked. They had been so locked up on the lighter, they hadn't noticed anything else...and there had been quite a bit they had missed.

For a start, the guards had missed three garrote wires, one concealed in her watch, one in the shirt collar, and one on her belt. Then, they'd missed two small ceramic blades in her coat. Finally, the plastique she had stowed in her clothes, not much, but, enough to cause some harm if she used it properly, may as well have not even been there.

Moving past various people as she walked, Naomi pulled a cigarette from her jacket and produced the lighter. Lighting the coffin nail, she looked in apparently only mild interest at the surroundings. Now slowly puffing hot smoke, the Marine wandered to the roulette table where Harm and Laura were observing...or maybe taking part, if Harm's laugh meant anything.

"Drinks or Dancing first?"

Inspiration struck at that point, and the Marine smiled.

"Dancing," she said, casually entering the conversation as she slid up beside Harm at the table, watching as the shorter woman bounced at her recent winnings.

"Definitely dancing," she continued. "A round of dancing gets the blood moving nice and hot, and besides," she winked. "If you get drunk now, how am I supposed to spend the rest of the evening in our room?"

'That should be fairly blatant,' the Marine thought, hoping the cat had enough sense to realize what she was doing.
 
Cedric couldn't help but grimace a little as he sat down at the bar.

"You're telling me, friend." He looked to the bartender as he leaned on to the counter "Give me . . . " He glanced to the door, where outside only formidably cold weather waited, " . . . something hot."

While waiting for his drink, he kept an eye on his surroundings. He did a mental check of the guards. Six by the door, ten wandering around the place, and two by the bar. They were obviously carrying firepower: the small kinds of things that can be tucked under a coat so as to not disturb the more important and rich patrons of the bar.

That was eighteen people with guns, who Cedric didn't know, and who probably weren't going to hesitate in shooting he or his fellow Marines in the head. Then there were the cameras. Oh, the cameras! He counted over fifteen cameras: two to the bar, two to the door, and a large number of others throughout the area. If, or rather when things would undoubtedly go south: they would have to be careful.

Cedric looked to the bartender.

"So tell me, friend." He tried to sound tired and somewhat depressed.

Having recently lost part of his face, it wasn't that hard.

"How's business going for you folks?" He asked.
 
Harm moved her cut hand to her DA card, pooling a small amount of explosive under the card as she moved it from the dealer to Laura,

“You know you don’t have to take me dancing to get my blood going,” Harm said with a grin as she held out one hand for her to lead, the other sliding the card up against Laura, “How ‘bout you get us some drinks? The roulette table decided to buy. Try and get something with a… kick, Like a flaming Gorilla.”

“Now, come on Naomi, Take me to the party!” While Harm was waiting for her to take the lead, one of the guards was already looking in their direction, apparently wanting to keep an eye on this growing group. Others were patrolling the edges of the dance floor, one standing up by the power armored DJ as the massive subwoofers built into his armor continued to belt out toons, the other keeping an eye on the few people dancing. A small group of locals were on the floor at this point, a girl in a tight fitting black tank top and pants grinding against the tanned woman in the red dress, both enjoying the music and the streaks of light their glowing bracelets gave off. The fact that most people seemed uninterested in dancing did not seem to slow these two down.

---

“Like Ass,” The bartender said with a chuckle, “It was a lot easier to run a business where people handed you money for nothing back before the Greens were in charge.”

The larger fellow, reached under the bar and pulled out a ceramic white bottle, placing it in a microwave behind him for a few seconds.

“Now we’re having to make a living as respectable businessmen! Can you believe it?” He let out a good natured chuckle as he waited on the microwave to finish heating up the bottle, placing a small cup in front of Cedric before reaching back for the bottle, looking to pour a small, steaming, cup of the clear liquid for the marine turned spy.

“They call this ‘SUE-KEY’.” The bartender explained, “Them Neck-Os love it and we don’t get too many of them anymore. Made from rice of all things…

I also saw those broads you walked in with… So I’m thinking coffee won’t cut it. Risking all your money like that on one bet can make a man’s hair go grey.”
 
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