[Pyre Varice]

Pyre disliked relaxing
So it was rare for him to take the time to find a coffee shop that'd let him sit. It was rarer still to take off his mask, usually he kept it on as a matter of procedure. Sometimes he even forgot to take it off. It was like it was glued to his face. It was rarer still to actually have the time to sit around and have coffee. He had his snacks sure but even someone like him could admit to liking to sit down and enjoy a coffee now and again. He was usually busy taking care of any threats, or training people. Or dealing with Grey. Grey was his biggest problem and ally. He was like a mini Pyre in himself. Which meant he took to what Pyre was saying very readily. However that also meant dealing with his head getting too big for his shoulders. A weed which he'd eventually have to prune but for the moment was useful in keeping other, smaller weeds in check. Well. He'd gotten far too lost in thought, so lost in fact that his terrible coffee had gone cold. Pyre sipped at it anyway. Far too sugary. How many sugars did they need to put in? Ah well, he'd finished anyway. With a sigh Pyre took a chocolate out of his pocket and took a small bite. Ah the lime mixed well with the sweetness of it all in his opinion. Well, he'd done a good job. Why not order a second coffee? He stood up from his comfortable chair and slipped his duffle bag onto his back. He didn't want to lose his proper attire in the case of A situation. As he approached the front area, he gave a slight wave to one of the regulars he'd noticed around. 
"Mister Varice, what can I do you for?"
With a smile that portrayed a tired younger man. -which, he was guilty as charged on one of those things- Pyre gave the barista his order.
"Another coffee please, I'll be here a moment. I like to people-watch" 
The Barista nodded and went out her business. Pyre went back to his table and chair and sat back down, turning to face the crowd going past the window of this comfortable if rather empty café. It was pleasant to relax. He didn't like to reward himself with a break much but he decided to take it today. He had budgeting to worry about of course but it was about time he treated himself anyway. 

"Mister Varice, your coffee?" 
Pyre took the coffee with a nod and a 'thank you' said warmly. Urgh. Too much sugar again. He liked sweetness but this was ridiculous but it'd have to do for the moment. He took another sip and relaxed a little, propping his head up with his arms as he stretched. Well this was a remarkably domestic picture for a man who destroyed an entire gang and uses a skull mask and cloak. Pyre chuckled at the thought of coming in here dressed in his best someday. That'd be a shock to the teenage barista that served him. Now that he thought about it, maybe one day he'd buy this place out. Renovate it. Money Laundering city. Good plan Pyre, thanks Pyre. Couldn't have done it without you. The only thing missing from this picture was the serendipitous appearance of a coworker so they could talk about how terrible their boss is or- if it's anything like that terrible soap opera his father used to watch- have an affair of passion that ends with one of them dying in a gunfight. Wait, maybe you're mixing movies that sounds a little like World End Heaven actually. Hmm. Maybe you're getting movies confused. Ah whatever, in any case. It isn't like something that truly random could occur. He was just here for lunch after all, it's not like he was followed. After all, who'd want to hang out with the guy wearing a skull mask? He wouldn't if he was anyone else. So he dismissed the idea and took another sip of his coffee and kept watching the people go by. It was a pleasant moment and he was happy to enjoy it. 
(WC 711/ TWC 711)

["Signet"]

Piroshka was not in disguise today, trudging through the paved streets of the ground district in a worn out trench coat. She glared at a car that drove too close, ineffective but infuriating her all the same. She hated being idle. While she did not love her "job" in truth she did not have much of a life outside of it. It was too dangerous to meet her old contacts and friends from before she turned to crime and besides she felt many of them would not want to see her anyway. That left her with no small sense of unease. Idle hands needed work, important work, of which had yet to be seen.

There was so much work to be done if the revolution was going to go underway. She had yet to hear a loud support for her cause but she knew that her fellow Mistrallians would realize their pained condition and lash out at the infection of the parasitic cloudheads above. She ground her hands, shaking at the unfairness of it all. It would all be worth it in the end, when her fellow Mistrallians would be standing over the corpse of the old Mistral, primed for a new, glorious spirit to take it's place.

There was little pleasure to be had in this place of desperation but small luxuries helped even if they were part of the capitalistic infrastructure she sought to dismantle and replace.

Oh well, it was coffee. It didn't need to be morally righteous. Don't need to start a revolution everytime someone wanted a damn cup of coffee.

An army marches on it's stomach after all.

She made her way through the door, ringing the bell as she swung it wide open.

She squinted. She did a double take. She pretended not to see him.

What the fuck.

Pirsoshka retrieved her machine dispensed coffee, tried to appear like she was not being a suspicious motherfucker up in this coffee shop and made a beeline for Pyre.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Signet glared at him, not trusting him to do anything untoward the people here.

She took a seat, assuming he didn't stop her, and looked around the coffee shop for any suspicious activity. "And you are still wearing your mask... Don't you need to take it off to drink coffee?" she shook her head as though she predicted a headache coming on. She knew of Pyre in the professional setting but she had yet to know about him outside of it. Nor did she want to, in truth. This was supposed to be her day off...

Signet took a sip of her own coffee and whinced. Did they mistake sugar cubes for coffee grinds when they made this? It was cloyingly sweet.

That didn't stop her drinking it as she waited for the mans answer.

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Post Word Count: 467
Total Word Count: 467
Piroshka Colour Hex: e61919

[Pyre Varice]

It was brilliantly quiet in the cafe Pyre had noticed. There was only two other patrons, aside from himself and the far too young to look that tired barista. It gave him ample opportunity to clean his mask. True it was remarkably low maintenance in most parts. Even the bits that emit smoke are quite easy to maintain. An extra smoke canister and oil is usually all it takes to fix it up. The mask was made out of resistant materials so it didn’t dent easily although buffing out the scratches was an absolute pain. It was hard to maintain his appearance when bullets or knives hit the thing often enough for him to have a tally of it but he tried his best. The lenses though. Oh they were the worst of the bunch. See, the lenses were custom made to be coloured as they were by an associate of his. A very good one too. They stopped anything short of a rifle. The unfortunate thing is though. They got dirty and foggy easily and he couldn’t exactly pay for another set. So he often took the opportunity if he had a break to clean them with a cloth he’d nicked from work. Of course he did it in public for a reason. No one would question the nice twenty something who said hello to the old ladies on his street. It was a costume for a play? Sure, why not? They’re not crazy, they wouldn’t look further. They’d rationalise and go about their business. Like normal people. So as he sat here, happily cleaning away the slight dust and fog that had gotten into the lenses, he wasn’t expecting his associate to work straight through the front door. Wearing a...trench-coat? He had to resist the urge to snigger. That was so cheesy! Classy but still. Anyhow. He sat like he hadn’t noticed her until she made a very direct and totally not at all suspicious beeline towards his table. Wonderful, very subtle. Then again, he was literally the opposite of subtle. He wore a skull mask after all, he couldn’t blame her. The question she posed him before he could even offer greetings made him grin behind his mask.
“I’m on my lunch break, finished training the guys. Decided to grab some- urgh- terribly sweet coffee and enjoy the scenery”

And she’d taken a seat. Not that he minded, it was nice to have company. As for her next question that he did chuckle at. Pyre moved the mask away from his face. As it turns out, he wasn’t horribly scarred or incredibly ugly. He looked like a normal twenty something. Clean shaven with a mess of slightly ruffled brown locks and green eyes. He was even wearing proper clothes. A nice casual shirt with accompanying tie and jeans. He looked like he should be off at some office of higher learning or doing some job he’s terribly apathetic about but does anyway to impress the girl/ boy he likes. Not killing people for a living. Appearances being deceiving and all that.
“I wasn’t actually, just holding it so I could clean the lenses. They’re a pain to fix, custom made and all.”
Pyre took a sip of his terribly sweet coffee and gave Signet a smile. Well, hey. Now she’s seen his face.
“Good to see you Signet. Want to have some lunch?”
(WC 566/ TWC 1277)

["Signet"]

She breathed a sigh of relief as she realized Pyre wasn't going to up and rob the place. Then she did feel some pang of guilt that was her first assumption. It wasn't as though he was doing anything illegal and she wasn't exactly one to morally judge considering she was a criminal now too.

But it paid to be careful now. Piroshka had limited experience with casual crime while this man was a professional. He was a threat, even if she didn't understand how yet.

The mask was extremely suspicious. Even if they were in the seedy part of the ground district it drew attention and noteriety which neither of them wanted.

Then unexpected to her, the man took his mask off to reveal his face. It was... surprisingly handsome if you were into that sort of thing. A mature smile, coy but non threatening. The clean shave was a good look and she would not have picked him out as a criminal by looks alone.

But Piroshka was not especially moved and didn't show much as a reaction other than mild surprise with a hint of annoyance. He would not endear himself to her by looks alone. He was just a co-worker and a dangerous one she reminded herself.

Was this man insane or over confident to bring them out into the public? It wouldn't be hard to identify the mask at a glance and connect it to the mans face. That being said, she probably shouldn't be associating with him right now but her sense didn't detect any immediate danger so she decided to let her guard down for now.

"Right... just lunch. I suppose that's alright. However, you really should have picked a better place for coffee. This stuff has a cloyingly sweet taste, ugh." Her nose wrinkles at taste of the sugar overdose. How could he stand this stuff? and why was she still drinking it?

"I will... take you up on that lunch offer. I will pay however." Piroshka added, indignant. She was going to try to avoid indebiting herself to criminals even for small things such as this. She was sure there would be a cocky reply to her offer but she didn't care if he appreciated the gesture or not. She didn't need him thinking that they were friends.

Piroshka lays her elbows on the table as she evaluates the mask, commiting its details to memory. She examines the piece as she cautiously speaks up. "I am admittedly surprised to see you. Then again I suppose we all have our lives outside of... work. I won't pry of course. But we can talk professionally, yes? Would that be alright?"

The liquid in her cup makes ripples in the coffee.

This could be a chance to learn more about her coworkers. While she didn't want to start thinking of them as her associates it was no denying that they were going to be spending more time together.

She laced her fingers together and tried to manage a friendly look but only managed to produce a cold stare. "The business has only recently started yet we've seen to have... being recruiting a lot more people very quickly. I, myself, was invited somewhat unexpectedly and want to know if that was more or less the norm. So how were you approached by... our "mutual benefactor?" and how do you feel about that?"

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Post Word Count: 567
Total Word Count: 1034
Piroshka Colour Hex: f43131

[Pyre Varice]

Pyre wasn't one to mix words, though toying with those he found particularly funny was somewhat of an exception to that rule. As he kept on fiddling with the mask he saw that she looked mildly annoyed which made him grin even further. Perhaps she was one of 'those' types. Serious always. Sure he could be professional but this was his break. It seemed to him that his criminal friend never took a break. A shame that. She could fill that empty spot on his usual making-stupid-things group. Which consisted of Grey and himself usually. Grey made some killer little firebombs last time. Then they went out drinking which was nice. Sang dumb songs from cartoons while they worked all with the manic glee they both shared for their work. Grey was more on the creative side than Pyre was. Sure he was good but he wasn't make a fire-bomb good.

It was to Pyre's immense joy that Signet had decided to stick around. Before he could mount some sort of cocky comment, she decided to pay for it. Which made Pyre feign a flutter in his chest. Putting down the mask, he touched his chest and made a very obvious I'm-fucking-with-you face.
"Oh Signet, if I knew you were this generous, I'd have asked you to pay for my dinner too!"
Though speaking of their coffee, Pyre took another sip of his and coughed.
"Urgh, yeah. So sweet. Speaking of sweet, chocolate?"
In a quick action, Pyre slid a chocolate bar across the table to Signet. It was obviously homemade. The wrapper was nice enough. It was actually decently designed. With several green stars on a white background featuring prominently on the wrapper. Though there wasn't any information on the back Pyre made those himself. Though, he was quite interested in what Signet would think of it. Especially if she threw it away. That'd be hilarious.

Signet's examining of the mask yielded a few bits of information. It was remarkably clean for a mask used for assassinations, though there seemed to be a purposeful scratch on the left side, near the main eye socket. There was no maker's mark on any parts that were visible. The lenses seemed to be made reinforced and were designed to protect from injuries. The mask's grim looking 'teeth' had small indents in them with little holes. What these holes could be used for were anyone's guess. Other than that, it seemed like stenciling had been done in several places on the mask though for what purpose, Pyre would have to refer you to the statement about anyone's guess.

"We most certainly do miss Sigs, that we do. Of course we can talk professional, I usually just come here to people-watch anyway"
Pyre tapped his hands against his mask, producing a cold rapping kind of sound that was like music to his ears. He disliked not hearing something. Perhaps due to his upbringing, he disliked silence quite a bit. It made him nervous truly. What made him feel a little less nervous was his associate's way of attempting a friendly smile, which came off as some sort of terrifying death glare. Which simply made him more amused.
And then the question was posed. Pyre grinned. Time for a lie of the most bullshit of proportions.
"I was approached directly by our leader, we fought on a rooftop and as the rain beat down on our heads, she fired one last shot into the air and spoke the words I'd been wanting to hear for years...'I've got a job for you'"
Pyre deadpanned and let the words hang before bursting into laughing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...nah that ain't it. I was approached after a job, they asked if I wanted it, I threatened them. They threatened back, I agreed. Here we are. Living the high life eh?"
(WC 642/ TWC 1869)

["Signet"]

This guy was absolutely unbelievable. Was this persona of forced friendlyness some sort of manipulation attempt, to develop familiarity at the cost of sanity? Perhaps she was being too harsh on him but she had hoped to build a professional rapport and this man was nothing of the sort.

Signet gave Pyre a look of pure exasperation, "Just... no. I do not need a nickname and never call me "Sigs" again."

Ever the story teller, Pyre lays out his history of joining the Syndicate, and it was not even a few seconds before Piroshka's eyes glaze over, coming to realize the worthlessness of this exchange. This man was not going to take this seriously she had concluded. Perhaps he has made his judgements of her and decided he was not going to humour her, recognizing her less than amiable intentions and acting in kind.

If that was how he was going to be, Piroshka wouldn't pretend she was interested in what he had to say either.

"I am starting to think it was a mistake to ask you... I was under the impression that there was some sort of larger picture, but perhaps what you say is the case. We are only where we are now because there were positions in the company that needed to be filled," Piroshka says with a small amount of disappointment, having imagined that there was some novel conspiracy behind it all and only coming up with a boring reality.

"I became aware of it one day when I was contacted by phone to work for the syndicate. It did come as a suprise given that I don't know how they were aware of me... Perhaps my name was leaked by member of Solidarity which is sad but it did give me this opportunity. So it wouldn't be a stretch to say they contacted me instead of the other way around... that being said is more clear to me that they were just looking to build their workforce" Piroshka set her jaw, evidently not completely satisfied with her conclusion.

"We are nothing more than muscle but I suppose I can't complain about that. I'm not interested in staying for longer than I have to so the lack of long term commitment suits me just fine," Piroshka admits, outright saying she was only in it for the paycheck.

"Dispite our different motivations I hope we can build a better working relationship, Mr. Pyre, during our employment," Piroshka hastily adds, extending a open hand.

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Post Word Count: 417
Total Word Count: 1451
Piroshka Colour Hex: d25b5b

[Pyre Varice]

Now this was fun! She seemed completely done with him. It was funny, he couldn't lie. Pyre was one for trickery and he'd already assumed some things about Signet. One, she was no fun but fun to mess with. Two, she most likely disliked him. Three and most importantly, she was out for herself. She wanted information and being friends means loose ends. Obviously, she was here for information. He couldn't blame her, he'd be doing the same in her shoes. Getting to the top by stepping on heads, that he could respect.
"Oh c'mon, is that any way to treat a new friend Sigs?"
Pyre chuckled. Again, playing her like this was just a way to get himself closer to the organization. If she had some suspicions about information he wanted to know too. Though what she said next made him a little confused. Signet thought there was some big plan in the making? It was an interesting theory but Pyre knew better.
"We were hired because we're good at what we do and I'm sure they hired you for that exact reason. Though, I must ask. Why would it be a mistake to talk to me? Why, I'm as friendly as they come."

Pyre moved his mask in front of his face to illustrate his point. Perhaps it did. The grim mask stared at Signet with cold red lenses. It was much more menacing than Pyre seemed but of course, he was aware of that. It helped him move around. He was just a young man going to his new job at wherever he needed to be. Simple. Meanwhile, Signet had given away how she came to be recruited. It seemed a little less exciting than his invite. Oh well, it was how it was.
"Well, at least they didn't come to your apartment. I had to clean everything up afterwards."
He shook his head in faux disapproval and focused back in. A hand was extended in agreement. That was interesting. Most people who wanted him for things had left by now. Maybe she really did just want information. Well, hard to say no there.
"Oh please, Mr Pyre was my father. You can call me Pyre."
He took her hand and shook it lazily. It was nice to have made more of a friend of the revolutionary. Given he might need to do some things out of his jurisdiction, it was always helpful to have associates.
(409/2278)

["Signet"]

The revolutionary crossed her arms, acting all huffy about this blatant disrespect she was hearing. Such a brazen way to talk to your new co-worker; at the least she deserved at least some caution given to her most certainly. Signet was just as dangerous as the man across from her and really ought be treated as such. Was it that he felt comfortable enough to try to rile her up without fear of repercussion? No, no, no, it wouldn't look good on either of them if Signet acted out after all.

She assumed what Pyre meant by "his appartment clean up" was something to do with murder and the hidding of any involvement. Was that meant to imply he could do the same to her if she overstepped herself? She merely scowled, not convinced that it wasn't any more hot air. She was almost certain it wouldn't come down to that, not unless they were ordered to by the upper management of Asche but she didn't anticipate such any time soon.

While Signet naturally had a temper, she was not as annoyed as she made herself out to be in truth. She didn't get this far, lashing out at random people for small insults and small insults they were.

If Pyre's words were an attempt to get under her skin, he wasn't especially mean about it. What was it they call it? A bit of gentle ribbing between friends? A laughable image to be sure.

Signet gave a brisk chuckle, seemingly out of random and not especially due to any of Pyre's words.

She released the tension in her shoulders, coming to the comfortable realization that Pyre was not even someone to worry about.

"Ha. Ha. Ha." Signet barked monotonously. "Mr. Pyre was your father? Really? I'd expect to hear that from a B-list movie actor, not a self respecting criminal like yourself. Is crime not paying off so you are turning to acting?"

If Pyre really was the theatre kind, she'd rate the costume design alone a total of five stars but give the acting a generous three.

More confident in her position, the revolutionary waves over a waitress who would soon after return with a plate of plain unsweetened donuts and a refill of a pot of the same coffee solution they've gotten used to and sets it on the table.

Dipping a donut into the sickly sweet coffee Signet bites down and chews methodically, taking her time before speaking up.

"Hmmm. As you have said, we should try to be... "friends". I can make an attempt I suppose. " Signet says, not particularly convincingly.

"I don't believe you have any information that I want so you're useless in that respect. She says bluntly, using her half eaten donut to point and gesture between the two criminals. "But you can't say that the other way around, hmm?"

"I think I have information that you would be interested in. While money might be an issue, do consider it a freebie, if only because it helps me," she says with a smug grin.

"The 15th Street Killers, have you heard of them? They are somewhat a rival to our little party and it seems they have gotten rather uppity in the last few weeks."

"The short story is that the Killer's presence in the Ground District has made it difficult for us to get established. The long story? Growing evidence has hinted at the Killer's aquiring an unusual supply of something powerful that might upset the stababiity of the criminal underworld."

Signet slides over some printed documents across the table, with a collage of photo clippings of a half destroyed warehouse marked with evidence of a battle.

"Depending on what comes next, the Killers turn the ground district upside down along and drag Asche under or, best case scenario, people like us figure out what's going on and stop it."

"It could prove dangerous but depending on what it is, Asche might reward us for our efforts." Signet says, raising an eyebrow "Should I keep talking?"

Word Count: 675
Total Word Count: 2126
Piroshka Colour Hex: d25b5b

[Pyre Varice]

There it goes! Pyre seemed to rejoice in his associate's relaxing a little. Maybe she'd just given up on trying to take anything out of the conversation. Which would make sense, he was attempting to figure her out while she was. It seemed she didn't actually want information which was a plus. Because for one he had none to give but he was a decent liar in any case. Still, creating those lying threads would make it harder to lie later on which in general he disliked. He needed an open canvas if he was to lie perfectly. Creating threads is what leads you to be marched into a job in which you're supposed to die. Still a pretty fun job but...eh. His clothes were so bloody afterwards. He chuckled at the thought. His thoughts drifted slightly.
"Heh, bet the landlady hates me"

And as for the joke Signet made or rather, the...he could assume playful ribbing? From Signet He leaned back in his chair, tipping it ever so slightly.
"You know, I actually considered it for a while. Too much work input, I was busy all the time. Couldn't get any breaks to practice my art"
The art he demonstrated was seemingly two things. Violence, lying and as he revealed a few different wallets in his bag, thievery.
"Man, I used to do that so much. Pickpocketing was so dumb though...careless too. "

Ah the donuts had arrived! Well, Pyre didn't know they were coming but hey. Nice touch by Signet. He'd have to make sure to drop some at her place sometime. Presumably in both an area visible but super hard to get to. Or maybe he'd be nice for once and just give someone a gift. Pyre takes a donut with one hand and bites into it, taking a fairly large chunk and swallowing quickly. What a relief he was getting hungry. With perhaps a genuine smile, Pyre grinned.
"Cheers Sigs, 'preciate it"

"Yeah, of course. Make your attempt, I'll be here"
As for information, now Pyre really was interested. He tilted his head and put the mask in front of it again. No reason why this time, just for fun. The information made him grin. Oh that was great two birds with one presumably drug filled stone.
"Oh I do, used to work for them, killing people. Man that takes me back. Well, they were idiots anyway. I wanted to remove them anyway so sure, keep talking."
Pyre waved his hand to indicate his engagement. Now this is going to be fun, a mission? Killing people he disliked and getting money. What wasn't there to love?
(439 WC/ TWC 2717)

["Signet"]

She regarded the hidden cache of wallets with distaste and glared at Pyre. "I hope none of those wallets came from this diner. For your sake..." She sighed. It wouldn't do her any good to convince him to return them so she settled on helping him avoid attention. "Just close your bag and be serious about this, Cowboy."

Mr. Pyre's next statement generated much more interest and alarm but Signet remained impassive, betraying nothing of what she really thought. "Hmph. I didn't know you used to work for them. But judging by your reaction that doesn't bother you in the slightest..." Signet remarked, casually disinterested, but tactfully creating an opening for the other man to reveal more.

While the blase statement about wanting to murder his previous co-workers was massively disconcerning Piroshka wasn't all that fazed by it. By now she understood Pyre's flamboish tendencies but could appreciate that he could be relied on to get the job done aside from the exact execution methods of said job. She appreciated this statement for no other reason than that it solidified her belief that loyalty among thieves was nothing more that the false words of the numerous charismatic rogues types from Vacuo that were sprinkled in many a Mistrallian action film.

Neither of them were loyal to who they worked for, so long as they got what they needed and got out with their lives intact. It was messy but predictable which she could work with.

"I might say I am surprised but then it makes complete sense. Of course the cool savy gunman sincerely joins a group called "The 15th Street Killers," Signet says, rolling her eyes.

With a name like that violent thugs were sure to gravitate toward it, to join their own ranks as well as thugs from rival gangs sent to clash against it. This would be no exception either way.

"Well seeing that you would be so knowledgable of your previous employ, mind telling me how you might approach such a job?" Signet says, pushing a pad of scratch paper across the table and neatly placing a pencil laid flat in front of Pyre.

"Say... how a team of two-to-four friends would approach a three story building with a surface level garage and two residential suites filled with, say, five to twelve gangsters give or take." Signet says, laying out a rather specific building layout for a simple example.

"It's located on 89th Avenue across from the Ground District industrial area if that information helps," Signet adds just to flaunt her information.

Word Count: 426
Total Word Count: 2552
Piroshka Colour Hex: d25b5b

[Pyre Varice]

"Oh please, these guys are lovely. I haven't picked them at all. "
Pyre seemed to be in a much better mood now. See, this was conversation. Not the angry somewhat cold talk they were having. Though-He admitted- it was very fun to mess with serious Signet. As for his nickname that Signet had so given him, Pyre seemed to take to it with enthusiasm. Firing a pretend shot with his fingers at Signet.
"You got it Sigs, all professional"

Signet seemed to be happy ribbing him a little back. While her statement about the 15th Street Killers was partially true -which caused Pyre to nod along sagely- it was mostly for the money. They were dinky but the cash they had was anything but. It was a very refreshing feeling but it wasn't very safe. All that dirty money and work made him a hot spot. Which while was nice enough, he couldn't afford to be seen like that. Too much heat was fun but he would get burned eventually. That's actually why he joined Asche. More security when in larger numbers.
"Yeah, thanks Signet. I guess I am pretty cool"
Another bite of the doughnut. Another moment to take in what his new friend was saying. A job, an approach. Clean and quick.
Pyre took notice of the pad of paper and the pen with casual disinterest before taking it and placing it on his knee. With Doughnut still in his mouth, he began to sketch as he heard what Signet needed.
"Well"-he began, finally finishing eating.- "It depends on numbers, I've gone with two, since that's the minimum."
The sketch he showed Signet was fairly detailed, though slightly messy. The building was mocked up with numbers and entry ways marked.
"So, first off. With two people, we go one around the back the other through the garage."
With a pencil he began to draw a S and a P. The Pyre was at the front of the garage and the S was at the back of the three story building.
"So, say if this was us. I'd open the garage door by something loud. Shock and Awe. While all the idiots are coming towards me. You open the backdoor and get the drop on them. Then we kill the group there and proceed up the levels, clearing as we go. Loud and fast you know?"
When Pyre was finished drawing on his sketch, he handed it back. The notes were remarkably well organized.
'Number 1: Breach and Clear. P enters garage, create distraction. S enters through the back. Pincer attack'
'Number 2: P covers S as they advance upstairs. Keep watch on corridors.'
'Number 3: Once cleared, take anything of value. Make sure to make a scene of it, to scare anyone who sees it next.'
'Number 4: Drive car out, playing something loud. Will attract attention and divert those coming to investigate the attack. Sound and Fury'
'Number 5: Go hang out, grab a beer?'
That last one was accompanied by a small drawing of a skull winking and the words 'You're Welcome' written underneath it. Pyre smiled and waited for a response. Hopefully those notes impressed her just as much as Pyre had to reluctantly admit he was impressed.
(543 WC/ TWC 3260)

["Signet"]

** Signet frowned upon examining Pyre's crudely hand drawn excuse for a plan. Should she have been surprised? While step Number 1 was a given for planning a raid on a gang hideout steps 2, 3, and 4 were just increasing in obsurdity.

"While I am somewhat more familiar with breach and clear tactics after our warehouse mission I have to say that going in the same direction would be a disaster," Piroshka says bitterly, snatching the paper and writing down her own plans.

"Here, you suggest that we kill everyone inside the building. While that was the modus operandi of our last mission, we are not exterminating grimm in isolation in this situation. I doubt that we would have the time to execute every living soul there, we are not huntsmen after all," she chides. "I imagine we might have less than half an hour. After that either gang reinforcements or police will show up and we can't afford to deal with that can we?"

"We need to hit them hard and fast and leave as soon as possible. I dare say we might not even have enough time to do a thurough search of the place so we need focus." Signet stresses. "That being said I am willing to listen to your distraction plan. I suppose you would know how to get their attention after all."

Signet obviously had doubts whether trusting Pyre with this key step was smart but in the end, having him go first was something she could agree to. She already had her fair share of injuries from the Beowolves, Pyre could stand to take the mantle of being the moving target.

"Theft is acceptable and I wouldn't mind some extra cash but I would like to underline the point that we want information from these goon," Signet stresses, looking to Pyre to see if she is understood. "Identify their potential as enemies and try to delay their plans."

Piroshka finishes her writing and returns the paper over to her partner in crime.

Her plan is as follows:

Number 1. Coordinated breach and clear in garage and take the first move. Cause spectacle to distract Killers? Pyre proceeds first while the rest of the team attack from the side.
- don't waste time
Number 2. Clear the ground level garage and subdue remaining threats. Proceed up each floor subsequently.
Number 3. Begin aquisition of items of worth and aquire information. Quickly move sellable goods, narcotics, or weapons. Retrieval of relevant paper work or computer files potentially valuable.
Number 4. Leave before the situation gets the chance to escalate.
- escape vehicle?
Situation Expectations: Violent confrontation, bodily injury, recieve individual recognition
Success condition(s): make profit, aquire intel, survive intact.
Fail condition(s): overstay time limit, fail to profit, die horribly. **

Word Count: 461
Total Word Count: 3013
Piroshka Colour Hex: ff3350

[Pyre Varice]

"God you're boring."
That was Pyre's only response to her changing of the plan. Sure. It'd be faster to avoid any uneccesary collateral, but it sent a message. Do not mess with the Asche Syndicate. That kind of message was hard to come by and honestly, he regarded the Killers as somewhat idiotic enough to come after them, were they to leave any of them alive. However, he did respect Signet's professionalism. It was somewhat of a refreshing taste given what he had to deal with all the time.

"Fine, fine. We don't murder them all. I reckon it'd be easier but what do I know."
Pyre looked over the paper for a few moments before nodding. Sure, it was a good plan. The question marks were a little worrying though.
"Okay, so. You're wondering about the escape vehicle and the spectacle?"
Pyre began to write something down on the paper and after a moment of drawing, he handed back his finished ideas.
1. Spectacle. Simple really. Use a flashbang, roll it under the door. Walk in. Certainly spectacle enough?
2. Operation Big Comet. I go in through the front, wearing full disguise. They know me in that state. Can easily lie to them about being there for a job, then initiate a gun fight.
Escape Vehicles
1. Pyre Express. Pretty simple, you've seen my car. It's fast and it's loud but it'd get us out quick, better than most cars at least
2. The bus. A fairly dumb option but to be entirely fair it'd be really easy to slip out, if I didn't have a disguise on.

"Yeah yeah, no full scale purge yet. You're as demanding as the boss, Sigs"

(283 WC/ 3453 TWC)