Day Eleven: Mixing Work and Play
Private Investigator Nathalie Hainaut had been working diligently since Day One gaining information about the people inhabiting Paradise City. She had not found anything incriminating yet about anyone. She had only heard about the robberies at Flower Convenience and Barbulli Shoes. She had reached Naysayer Publishing two nights ago to find the Police had already arrested a couple Robbers, and there were no suspicious characters lurking in the shadows. In earlier days she had seen people who looked suspicious outside of the Police Station and Jewelry stores, but she had thought about it carefully and decided they were either off-duty Cops or PIs like herself. The game was not going as she had planned so far.
The Following is the account of “The Stylist” Siobhan Wilson on Day Eleven:
In the hideout The Stylist sat at the “discussion” table in silence. Her team was not saying much either as their high hopes from the days before had been deflated. They had made $100,000 thanks to The Chump, but there were only five of them left, and the game was not even half over. $20,000 each was nice, but realistically it was nowhere near the million that they could be splitting. Over the course of the last couple days The Muscle had been saying that they didn’t need the rest of the team, and that they could pull off heists with the five of them. The Menace disagreed totally with this idea, and with The Cold Killer was trying to plan ways to free the rest of the Robbers from jail.
They knew however that since none of them had been inside the station they wouldn’t even know where to begin. The Cold Killer explained that the civilian extras had free-reign of the city, entering buildings, working and basically exploring this city. Since the beginning they had been passing as civilians and there was no reason one of them couldn’t ask for a tour of the Police Station. The Cops couldn’t arrest without reason (they can’t even question forcefully) so if the Robber to do this was able to act well, they could get a good idea of the layout.
The Stylist who had earned the second title “The Distraction” volunteered quickly. She had found from the Barbulli robbery that she really enjoyed the thrill of taking these risks, and she had already set her eyes on one particular blonde-haired, blue-eyed Cop which whom she would flirt. The Robbers knew the Cops would be suspicious of The Stylist, but there was nothing they could do. Besides the freeing attempt would not occur right away so they had some time to forget about her. So deciding no time was better than now, The Stylist left up the stairs for the Police Station on the north-east corner of Pewter and King.
Before long The Stylist was standing in front of the station, smoothing out her shirt, checking her breath, and taking her riskiest steps yet. Walking through the door, she walked up to the desk on her right and sure enough Captain Dirks was sitting on the other side eating an apple. He looked up, did a quick double-take and stood up awkwardly knocking his chair over. The Stylist calmly introduced herself as Charlotte and extended her hand ever so gently for Mr. Dirks to grasp. Captain Dirks wiped his applely hands on his shirt and seized her hand self-consciously. She would never had thought it could be this easy, but Captain Dirks quickly agreed to show her around a little.
Looking around, The Stylist could see three other officers sitting at their desks typing away, probably writing down information about the captives most likely behind the iron door beside the desks to a grinning Sergeant Clements’ left. The Stylist expected that there would be another guard behind the iron door, but she didn’t give it much attention. It was a very small building, and the tour was finished soon after it started. Captain Dirks apologized that there was not more to show, but The Stylist reassured him that the tour was captivating before placing her home phone number in his hand. It was partly a business decision to throw him off, but also a little personal.
Leaving as quickly as she had entered The Stylist had now derived a good deal of information about the Police Station. The other Cops, minus grinning Clements would probably ask Dirks about her, trying to figure out what her deal was, but realistically they had nothing on her. There were not many Cops on duty also, which was reassuring. Most likely most were on patrol, and there would for sure be at least one behind the iron door. She expected by force would be the best option, at a late hour of the night. The Cops had homes too, and some would have to be sleeping. Feeling very impressed with her flirting capabilities, The Stylist walked back to her hideout.
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The Wit sat alone behind a factory at the northernmost part of city in the north-east quadrant. His mind was going a mile a minute trying to figure out how he could win this game. He had been back to the mystery gun building to grab a couple firearms, and he had found something interesting. He hadn’t had much time because it was daylight and he didn’t want to look too suspicious, but he could have sworn another of the buildings had been entered. He would have to go back and figure out what was in those other buildings. Right now though, he was busy planning his own small robberies (he had guns afterall) but most importantly, The Wit was planning his revenge.
The Following is the account of “The Stylist” Siobhan Wilson on Day Eleven:
In the hideout The Stylist sat at the “discussion” table in silence. Her team was not saying much either as their high hopes from the days before had been deflated. They had made $100,000 thanks to The Chump, but there were only five of them left, and the game was not even half over. $20,000 each was nice, but realistically it was nowhere near the million that they could be splitting. Over the course of the last couple days The Muscle had been saying that they didn’t need the rest of the team, and that they could pull off heists with the five of them. The Menace disagreed totally with this idea, and with The Cold Killer was trying to plan ways to free the rest of the Robbers from jail.
They knew however that since none of them had been inside the station they wouldn’t even know where to begin. The Cold Killer explained that the civilian extras had free-reign of the city, entering buildings, working and basically exploring this city. Since the beginning they had been passing as civilians and there was no reason one of them couldn’t ask for a tour of the Police Station. The Cops couldn’t arrest without reason (they can’t even question forcefully) so if the Robber to do this was able to act well, they could get a good idea of the layout.
The Stylist who had earned the second title “The Distraction” volunteered quickly. She had found from the Barbulli robbery that she really enjoyed the thrill of taking these risks, and she had already set her eyes on one particular blonde-haired, blue-eyed Cop which whom she would flirt. The Robbers knew the Cops would be suspicious of The Stylist, but there was nothing they could do. Besides the freeing attempt would not occur right away so they had some time to forget about her. So deciding no time was better than now, The Stylist left up the stairs for the Police Station on the north-east corner of Pewter and King.
Before long The Stylist was standing in front of the station, smoothing out her shirt, checking her breath, and taking her riskiest steps yet. Walking through the door, she walked up to the desk on her right and sure enough Captain Dirks was sitting on the other side eating an apple. He looked up, did a quick double-take and stood up awkwardly knocking his chair over. The Stylist calmly introduced herself as Charlotte and extended her hand ever so gently for Mr. Dirks to grasp. Captain Dirks wiped his applely hands on his shirt and seized her hand self-consciously. She would never had thought it could be this easy, but Captain Dirks quickly agreed to show her around a little.
Looking around, The Stylist could see three other officers sitting at their desks typing away, probably writing down information about the captives most likely behind the iron door beside the desks to a grinning Sergeant Clements’ left. The Stylist expected that there would be another guard behind the iron door, but she didn’t give it much attention. It was a very small building, and the tour was finished soon after it started. Captain Dirks apologized that there was not more to show, but The Stylist reassured him that the tour was captivating before placing her home phone number in his hand. It was partly a business decision to throw him off, but also a little personal.
Leaving as quickly as she had entered The Stylist had now derived a good deal of information about the Police Station. The other Cops, minus grinning Clements would probably ask Dirks about her, trying to figure out what her deal was, but realistically they had nothing on her. There were not many Cops on duty also, which was reassuring. Most likely most were on patrol, and there would for sure be at least one behind the iron door. She expected by force would be the best option, at a late hour of the night. The Cops had homes too, and some would have to be sleeping. Feeling very impressed with her flirting capabilities, The Stylist walked back to her hideout.
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The Wit sat alone behind a factory at the northernmost part of city in the north-east quadrant. His mind was going a mile a minute trying to figure out how he could win this game. He had been back to the mystery gun building to grab a couple firearms, and he had found something interesting. He hadn’t had much time because it was daylight and he didn’t want to look too suspicious, but he could have sworn another of the buildings had been entered. He would have to go back and figure out what was in those other buildings. Right now though, he was busy planning his own small robberies (he had guns afterall) but most importantly, The Wit was planning his revenge.
posted by Mike at 2:52 PM
5 Comments:
yayaya we got some good information on the cop station. i would have already been trying to get them out but u know what this seems like we could all do it and get our team out of jail. we know what goes on somewhat and could take those few cops out for sure.
binny revenge is sweet isnt it man. good luck on that
THE COPS ARE GOING DOWN!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
simply intriguing!
Cowin, Beware. Don't underestimate us!
tyla don't underestimate me lol. there must be a good reason for me to be called THE MENCE and there is. so tyla watch ur back cause the mence might just find you out there hahahahaha
‘Grinning’ Clements … The grin has long been one of my celebrated characteristics. I trust everyone has enjoyed to the fullest extent possible my ‘grinning’ appearance in day Eleven.
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