Kayneth
"The banditos have been more active today, I think we can expect our friends to show up sometime tomorrow. Will you be ready?"
"I can say I am, just as ready as before with impatience in the blood... What about you? Got your guns all squeaky clean yet?" Kayneth said, not really paying attention to the man. Just a random thing he remembered about the maintenance, something he learned in court. Remember a detail and it seems like you remember everything...
He swung his sword around over his head, he hadn't technically found a 'mark' per se. His time had not been spent murdering, but he did get a few new belt rungs and some rope. It was tradition to carry the heads of your fallen enemy on your belt, after all. Weird fucking tradition, gross and difficult, but it did have a certain shock factor. Scared the fuck out of him when he saw his father roll into their city with one of em, shocked expression with a mouth full of rose petals.
'... Maybe there's a reason I'm so messed up.'
Kayneth groaned, rubbing his eyes and thinking about events to comne; losing the big guy in the fight would be most beneficial. Bennie was a Maiden, ex or no, his head was money for the Basilio household. He'd have to remember to lop it off with their other warriors, bigger the head the better.
"... How much more time do you think?"
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Vergil
The past couple of days had been... informative, if nothing else. He quickly learned he hated Santiago more than the Maribel's. That was a very rare occurrence, though how much that actually said was up for debate. Regardless, he got some info on the Captain of the Maiden here... kind of. Vague bullshit, mostly, but he could try to piece together something close to the truth later.
For now, it was waiting time.
Because 3 days was never enough FUCKING waiting.
The boy almost slammed his head onto the table at the cafe, thinking about it all. He really hoped that junkie cuntwipe wasn't lying, or misinformed about this. He was assured he was reliable, but he couldn't remember by who... if it was "Ghost" (Ernest), he'd made a grave error on this one.
'Faith, Vergil, faith and patience.' He raised his head and looked around again, smiling his fake, crooked little smile.
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Tobin
"Oh my fucking god, if we don't make it to Feroxi soon I will shit bricks." The gunslinger groaned, throwing his head back. He'd spent the last fucking week in a crawler, he needed to stretch his legs in a dome or something. They'd barely even friggin stopped, they REALLY wanted to get there. Probably by days end, but if that was going to stop the bitching, he might actually have to be a functioning member of society.
"Bricks the size a' you, half-pint?" Tom responded, now driving their great vehicle. Ogre was in the front, thank god for small mercies. Though Hound certainly lived up to his name scent-wise. And judging by the blood caked under his nails, fighting seemed to be another thing.
"Bricks the size of YOU, cousin fucker." Tobin replied almost instantly, grinning. The driver of the hour just sighed, gritting his teeth. He hated getting that reaction, he could practically see the man's tiny brain get stuck on the number after 6.
"7..." Tobin muttered to himself, letting it go into silence again. Less than a day from Feroxi. Hopefully.
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Aquila
"Hands, in the air. DON'T TURN AROUND." The old man froze, trying to keep his eyes straight ahead. Aquila had dressed in her mask, and had her sniped pointed at the man's back. She hoped she wouldn't have to use it, but anyone dumb enough to take an alley at night certainly deserved the bullet hole.
Aquila smirked a bit at his compliance, switching her rifle for her pistol as she approached. She darted her hand inside his ratty suit pocket, quickly finding his wallet and bringing it under her flash light, not much in it but it'd get some snack food. Family picture, seemed he raised a a few kids. She pocketed his ID, taking a step back.
'So far too easy.'
She took a step back, throwing the wallet over his head, it landed a few feet in front. He took a step to get it before the click of a gun cocking stopped him mid step, she noticed something on him.
"Pistol, back pocket. Take out the mag, slide it to me. Slowly." The man seemed to tense up, freezing perfectly still for a few moments, before complying. He emptied his generic 9mm, kicking the magazine back with a sigh. She scooped it up quickly, taking another step back, and then quickly sprinting out of the alley.
Third mark of the day, second one armed, so far the easiest.
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Warren
Silo was already getting on his tits. That much was evident with the constant glare he kept trained on the annoying little prick, could practically feel his hands close his wind pipe. But, he would try to murder less on this trip, he promised himself that. Only the necessary amount, no extra fighting. He'd even try to keep his mind on.
He thought a lot about the bits and pieces he'd picked up while waiting on the Bridge. Snippets of history, and he'd likely never see Sprout or Lilith again. Warren thought everyone was better off for this, no matter what his personal feelings told him about it. A girl who didn't like to kill and a child who probably couldn't weakened the group. Though, what they were going to do now was a thinking experiment, trying to remember their talents respectively.
He smiled when gravity hurt Silo and brought him back to reality, something satisfying about a sharp turn and some steel to the ribs for those you dislike. Warren felt a small relief when they made it to the tunnel, Silo and some other guy opened the hatch for em. Tunnel was dark, Warren liked it that way, but it wasn't silent. Orders and warnings from their "Leader."
"Be alert people. Assume we're stepping into a hot zone. The banditos know we're coming and will be waiting for us."
Warren gripped his guns barrel, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. He was antsy, and excited, and knew that neither of those would help his self promise.
"Fuckers'll wish they'd never left the safety of their mama's pussy!"
Warren just groaned at that, crass and he'd heard it before.
"Yeah, well, let's hope that's the case."
And that one was just pathetic. He hoped Silo drowned in gunfire.