Topic: The Heist

The Speaker

Date: 2006-08-01 20:52 EST
:: he'd been wandering around WestEnd all night, his mind trailing as he drifted the alleyways. he came to a stop at the entrance to the alley that ran behind the First Goblin Bank of Rhy'Din. a thin smile spread slowly over his face, his black wool cloak drawn tight around him. his Ash grey eyes peered out from the pitch depths of his hood, pulled low over his face. the crimson moon and dagger gleamed in the streetlight as he stood, eagerly awaiting his companions. his gaze shifted to the clock over the door on a shop down the way as he turned to lean against the wall....9:00....almost time...::

Alain DeMuer

Date: 2006-08-01 21:34 EST
The long back alley behind the bank is on a slow incline....so when it is time for the heist, a truck rolls down the alley in neutral, drifting....the engine cut off....It is an old military truck, with a canvas top, a nondescript shade of green, and, of course, plateless. License plate regulations are one thing that Rhy'Din does not seem terribly capable of keeping up with.

Another job has granted him access to an enormous warehouse for the next two weeks, and a truck for him and whoever else is involved to move a periodic accumulation of shipments in and out. So long as what?s in the bank is out of the warehouse by Saturday morning....there shouldn't be any problems. Typical arrangements for a contract smuggler.

The brakes have been checked, and make no noise as he stops the vehicle out back of the bank building. He hopes these guys are strong, because he'll need them to give the truck a good push to get it rolling again....That way, he won't have to start the engine until he's well away from the bank. The collar of his long dust jacket is raised, and the deep blue eyes....search. This is not the kind of job one wants to get caught doing, and typically not the kind of job that Alain does. But as far as he's concerned, he's not stealing. He's just transporting cargo that some people want no one else to know about.

The Speaker

Date: 2006-08-01 21:59 EST
:: he turned, slipping down the alley after the truck moving to stand at the driver's side window :: ...good to see you D'Mourir....the guard have been pulled from this area to watch over the festivities...you're job is easy...watch for guards...distract them if they come...wait for us...:: he grinned, nodding back toward the street, several men clad in grey now heading down the alley ::

Alain DeMuer

Date: 2006-08-01 22:30 EST
He looks down at a phone resting on the console, then back at the mysterious man. If a distraction is needed....one has been prearranged. He smiles, and nods. "Good luck."

There's something very comfortable about these jobs....Oddly, being on edge, on the alert, watching, helps him to work out his thoughts. He can remember several long nights at the docks, spent with hours of waiting, during which he worked out a great deal.

The Speaker

Date: 2006-08-01 23:00 EST
:: he nodded in return, turning back to the five men that had now assembled near the backdoor after a short whispered conversation, three men moved off, a few moments later the building grew a dull shade of grey. another man set about picking the back door, several moments passing before the lock clicked open. hey disapeared inside, each taking his own path to collect the most. the two theives gathered silver, leaving him to deal with the safeboxes....he stepped into the narrow little room, palms foreward. he let his eyes slip closed. the metal cases fading to small puffs of smoke that trailed out into the room itself. the boxes reformed in the air dropping to the floor. leaving only their glittering contents scattered accross the shelves. it wasn"t long before he"d scooped up th valuables and meet up with the men. the two nearly had the safe cracked when he arrived it"s massive door swinging open a moment later. eight total crates were wheeled out the back and loaded into the truckalong with several bags of silver and gems. he walked back to the window of the truck< grinning from ear to ear :: ...we"re all set then....do you need anything in particular?

Alain DeMuer

Date: 2006-08-01 23:04 EST
"Just a push soon as you hear the handbrake being pushed back down again." He smiles, glancing into the back, waiting for them to get ready....and pushes the brake down, cutting it off, letting the truck drift in neutral....but really needing their push to get going. Too easy....so far. Hopefully it will continue to go without a hitch.

The Speaker

Date: 2006-08-01 23:47 EST
:: and they pushed, the collective group managing to get the truck out of the alley, and a bit around the corner before the engine would need started. too easy... he smiled to himself as he watched his most glorious success drive off into the night of WestEnd. he turned back to his men, beaming :: ...now then...back to the Guildhall...:: the group wandered along the deserted streets, eventually slipping back from whence they came. he moved quickly, now back in the Guildhall. he took a large rocket, bringing it to the roof. placed, aimed, and with the strike of a match, and a moment's time, the rocket went flying off toward the temple District, exploding in a green ball above it. he grinned, turning and moving back inside. ::

Alain DeMuer

Date: 2006-08-01 23:51 EST
Alain does not become too complacent, though....The drive back is very careful, and when he unloads the boxes by himself, as long as it takes, he makes sure they are hidden very carefully within the warehouse. It is not until three in the morning when he finally takes a long route away from the warehouse and back down to the docks....down to see an old friend. The further away he is from the scene of the crime for the rest of the night, the better.