"To Russia. You want us to take you to Russia?" A bewildered Slig asked Tori upon hearing her favor request.
"World energy conferences, it's held in Moscow every five years. We've got two months before it starts."
"And you're gonna pay us a million dollars, each?"
"One million dollars each."
"Alrght just making sure I heard ya right, that's all."
"Uh, don't mind me butting in, of course if you do you don't know me very well, but I'm interested in this." Izzy cut in. "What kind of presentation do you have lined up?"
"Ehh it's some boring stuff. Increasing the efficiency of Geothermal energy and saving the world's natural resources and all that jazz, it's my dad's project really, I just helped refine it here and there but he just wants me to be his golden girl with him since my mom is gone." Tori responded.
"Robert still out to 'improve the world' I see. One life at a time." D'Angelo muttered as he grabbed some liquor from his cabinet. He poured himself a decent glass and dropped back in his seat.
"Yea... that's still his thing." Tori paused. "Wait, did you know him?"
"Me? Hell no." D'Angelo finished his glass in one gulp. "Why would he know someone like me?"
"Right." Tori responded. She sensed the anger in D'Angelo's voice and decided not to press the matter, but she definitely didn't want to let it go.
Izzy broke the silence and asked, "Your mom is dead? That's gotta be rough."
"Oh no no, my mom's not dead!" Tori quickly corrected. "My mom left my dad, she's still alive. She's moved on with her life, new husband, new family. She's... She's doing well..." Tori's voice trailed off as she spoke. It was a subject she hated bringing up, her mother never called or even checked up on her while she grew up with her dad. All she had growing up was her obsessive dad.
"Anyway." Announced Tori in surprising pep. "You guys in or are you in?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Settle down, alright." Slig ordered. "Look, we still gotta decide on this. So why don't ya take yourself down to the lower cabins and let us talk for minute? We'll holla at you in a bit."
After Tori went back down to the cabins the discussing began. It was done deal before the discussing began, everyone had one reason or another to have a million in their pockets. Slig wanted his kids to have a good Christmas, Izzy wanted to improve his ship, Corvo wanted more explosive power, and D'Angelo had his own personal motivations. The real issue was plotting a course for Russia from New Jersey and the cost of resources. They were gonna have to knock off a couple more gun caches to fund their adventure.
"Hey guys, it smells down here man! You done?" Tori shouted from below.
"Yea come on up!" Izzy shouted back.
Tori came back up from the cabins and was excited at the good news. She wasted no time and asked to stop her hometown of Port Winter first. There was a few preparations she needed to make in her lab. The guys agreed on the stop, it was a good place to sit down and plan out a heist plus get some rest.
The trip took only two hours, Port Winter was only a short distance from the Jersey Shore. Tori received much attention at her arrival, she was a celebrity. Handshakes, waves, and hugs all surrounded her and quickly buried D'Angelo and crew. Even though Tori was the sight of the town at the moment she wasn't the only one receiving recognition. D'Angelo met eyes with a large man sitting at a tavern alongside his men. The two of them exchanged looks, ready to trade blows already. Adolph was his name, he was a pirate who ran with Cain's crew before trading sides to Corsair years ago. The worst type of partner, the one who'll stab someone in the back with a smile. D'Angelo remembered and maintained his hatred for him all these years.
"There." D'Angelo grabbed Slig on the shoulder and directed him toward the tavern.
"Oh shit, is that--"
"That's him alright. Got alotta balls to sit there and smile at me like that."
"What's he even doing here?"
"Probably found someone else's arm to leech from."
"Hey guys, its this way!" Tori waved the crew to her lab. She apologized about the commotion caused by her appearance explaining that she and her dad have been away touring for a while. Near the edge of the town, behind a monumental mansion a ways off to the right was Tori's lab.
The lab itself was large enough for someone to live in. Strewn with projects from wall to wall and table to table the lab was nothing any of the crew had seen before, not to this scale.
"Well this is it." Tori announced as she walked over to one of her computer workstations. "My humble abode."
"Calling this humble is a bit of lowballing." Izzy commented.
"This is nothing, you should see Nanocell, my dad's company." Tori replied dryly.
"Speaking of daddy, he ain't here is he?" Slig asked.
"My dad's in Russia, where I should be, he's getting our presentation ready. I told him I'd be tuning up my end of the presentation for a couple days and just meet him there."
"Father of the year material there." D'Angelo commented.
Tori gave D'Angelo a look then turned back to her screen. "He always is." She replied.
After tapping her keys for a few moments Tori slammed her desk out of frustration. "Guys, something screwed up, royally. This could take at least a day to fix up."
"A day?" Corvo echoed.
"Yes, at least. It's mathy and wordy and probably higher than all of your education levels combined I suggest you guys just make yourselves comfy around town or something while I work. I'll let you know when I'm done."
Taking that opportunity the crew gathered at a local bar to talk shop. The fuel and resource cost of the trip needed funding, it wasn't funding itself. So in short, something or someone needed to be robbed. The only questions were who, when, and where? No notable cargo ships came through Port Winter or close by and even if they did it wouldn't be enough. Not many doors were open for some fast cash.
"A bank?" Corvo suggested. "They got plenty of cash."
"Yeah, sure. I already got my cowboy hat ready, let's knock a bank." Izzy sarcastically remarked, bending the brim of his fedora.
"I don't see you coming up with any ideas, smartass." Corvo shot back.
"I'm just the pilot. That's you guy's jobs to come up with the dumb things I drive you to."
"Then why you shooting down my ideas?! You don't even give input!" Corvo barked.
"Because it's a stupid idea, man." Slig chimed in. "Marked money, ink bombs, heavy security. We ain't exactly Ocean's Eleven my nigga. We already used a good amount of resources on a whole lotta nothing and we're pretty far from our arsenal right now."
"Okay how about we just leave the stupid bitch and be on our way, how about that?" Corvo blurted out.
"How about you shut your fucking mouth, Corvo? Do us all a favor." D'Angelo demanded.
The crew got into a heated argument over rank and position. They were so into it they didn't notice Adolph and his men standing by them.
"Still whining like a little girl huh, big man?" Adolph remarked. He had his eyes fixed directly on D'Angelo, the others didn't matter to him.
"Whining?" D'Angelo got up from his seat and approached Adolph. They were both large men, but Adolph stood a few inches taller. "Last time we met you were on the ground, whimpering and trying to hold your skull in one piece."
Adolph shrugged off D'Angelo's retort. "Oh really? I don't recall."
"I bet you don't. Corsair saved your life. If he hadn't shot me when he did you'd be in the dirt right now."
Adolph laughed and his crew laughed with him. It was his tactic for saving face. "You talk big now, you all grown up and shit. Cain ain't chaperoning you no more either I see."
"You're every bit of the loud mouth bitch I remember, Adolph. You're nothing, but a leech stuck to Corsair's neck."
"Wrong again. And it's Sir Adolph, peasant. You call me, Sir Adolph."
"What? Why would anyone call you sir? I wouldn't call you sir if I was one of those lepers you call a crew."
"I'm under Lord Lucious now, nigga. One of the Five Sirs of the Sea, and you will address me as Sir Adolph. The money, the riches, and the bitches, all mine. While you and ya little ragtag crew still out there trying to be Sinbad and shit, at the end of the day, you sleep on a mattress or whatever y'all got on that budget, while I sleep on money."
Afterward Adolph dismissed D'Angelo and he and his crew swagged their way out of the bar, laughing and talking amongst themselves about the moment. D'Angelo looked at Slig and Slig did he same.
Slig had a sly smirk on his face. "We just solved our money problems, didn't we?" He asked.
An evil grin snaked its way on D'Angelo's face. "Let's get planning."
The crew had a long night of planning ahead of them. Tomorrow the fireworks were going to fly.
"World energy conferences, it's held in Moscow every five years. We've got two months before it starts."
"And you're gonna pay us a million dollars, each?"
"One million dollars each."
"Alrght just making sure I heard ya right, that's all."
"Uh, don't mind me butting in, of course if you do you don't know me very well, but I'm interested in this." Izzy cut in. "What kind of presentation do you have lined up?"
"Ehh it's some boring stuff. Increasing the efficiency of Geothermal energy and saving the world's natural resources and all that jazz, it's my dad's project really, I just helped refine it here and there but he just wants me to be his golden girl with him since my mom is gone." Tori responded.
"Robert still out to 'improve the world' I see. One life at a time." D'Angelo muttered as he grabbed some liquor from his cabinet. He poured himself a decent glass and dropped back in his seat.
"Yea... that's still his thing." Tori paused. "Wait, did you know him?"
"Me? Hell no." D'Angelo finished his glass in one gulp. "Why would he know someone like me?"
"Right." Tori responded. She sensed the anger in D'Angelo's voice and decided not to press the matter, but she definitely didn't want to let it go.
Izzy broke the silence and asked, "Your mom is dead? That's gotta be rough."
"Oh no no, my mom's not dead!" Tori quickly corrected. "My mom left my dad, she's still alive. She's moved on with her life, new husband, new family. She's... She's doing well..." Tori's voice trailed off as she spoke. It was a subject she hated bringing up, her mother never called or even checked up on her while she grew up with her dad. All she had growing up was her obsessive dad.
"Anyway." Announced Tori in surprising pep. "You guys in or are you in?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Settle down, alright." Slig ordered. "Look, we still gotta decide on this. So why don't ya take yourself down to the lower cabins and let us talk for minute? We'll holla at you in a bit."
After Tori went back down to the cabins the discussing began. It was done deal before the discussing began, everyone had one reason or another to have a million in their pockets. Slig wanted his kids to have a good Christmas, Izzy wanted to improve his ship, Corvo wanted more explosive power, and D'Angelo had his own personal motivations. The real issue was plotting a course for Russia from New Jersey and the cost of resources. They were gonna have to knock off a couple more gun caches to fund their adventure.
"Hey guys, it smells down here man! You done?" Tori shouted from below.
"Yea come on up!" Izzy shouted back.
Tori came back up from the cabins and was excited at the good news. She wasted no time and asked to stop her hometown of Port Winter first. There was a few preparations she needed to make in her lab. The guys agreed on the stop, it was a good place to sit down and plan out a heist plus get some rest.
The trip took only two hours, Port Winter was only a short distance from the Jersey Shore. Tori received much attention at her arrival, she was a celebrity. Handshakes, waves, and hugs all surrounded her and quickly buried D'Angelo and crew. Even though Tori was the sight of the town at the moment she wasn't the only one receiving recognition. D'Angelo met eyes with a large man sitting at a tavern alongside his men. The two of them exchanged looks, ready to trade blows already. Adolph was his name, he was a pirate who ran with Cain's crew before trading sides to Corsair years ago. The worst type of partner, the one who'll stab someone in the back with a smile. D'Angelo remembered and maintained his hatred for him all these years.
"There." D'Angelo grabbed Slig on the shoulder and directed him toward the tavern.
"Oh shit, is that--"
"That's him alright. Got alotta balls to sit there and smile at me like that."
"What's he even doing here?"
"Probably found someone else's arm to leech from."
"Hey guys, its this way!" Tori waved the crew to her lab. She apologized about the commotion caused by her appearance explaining that she and her dad have been away touring for a while. Near the edge of the town, behind a monumental mansion a ways off to the right was Tori's lab.
The lab itself was large enough for someone to live in. Strewn with projects from wall to wall and table to table the lab was nothing any of the crew had seen before, not to this scale.
"Well this is it." Tori announced as she walked over to one of her computer workstations. "My humble abode."
"Calling this humble is a bit of lowballing." Izzy commented.
"This is nothing, you should see Nanocell, my dad's company." Tori replied dryly.
"Speaking of daddy, he ain't here is he?" Slig asked.
"My dad's in Russia, where I should be, he's getting our presentation ready. I told him I'd be tuning up my end of the presentation for a couple days and just meet him there."
"Father of the year material there." D'Angelo commented.
Tori gave D'Angelo a look then turned back to her screen. "He always is." She replied.
After tapping her keys for a few moments Tori slammed her desk out of frustration. "Guys, something screwed up, royally. This could take at least a day to fix up."
"A day?" Corvo echoed.
"Yes, at least. It's mathy and wordy and probably higher than all of your education levels combined I suggest you guys just make yourselves comfy around town or something while I work. I'll let you know when I'm done."
Taking that opportunity the crew gathered at a local bar to talk shop. The fuel and resource cost of the trip needed funding, it wasn't funding itself. So in short, something or someone needed to be robbed. The only questions were who, when, and where? No notable cargo ships came through Port Winter or close by and even if they did it wouldn't be enough. Not many doors were open for some fast cash.
"A bank?" Corvo suggested. "They got plenty of cash."
"Yeah, sure. I already got my cowboy hat ready, let's knock a bank." Izzy sarcastically remarked, bending the brim of his fedora.
"I don't see you coming up with any ideas, smartass." Corvo shot back.
"I'm just the pilot. That's you guy's jobs to come up with the dumb things I drive you to."
"Then why you shooting down my ideas?! You don't even give input!" Corvo barked.
"Because it's a stupid idea, man." Slig chimed in. "Marked money, ink bombs, heavy security. We ain't exactly Ocean's Eleven my nigga. We already used a good amount of resources on a whole lotta nothing and we're pretty far from our arsenal right now."
"Okay how about we just leave the stupid bitch and be on our way, how about that?" Corvo blurted out.
"How about you shut your fucking mouth, Corvo? Do us all a favor." D'Angelo demanded.
The crew got into a heated argument over rank and position. They were so into it they didn't notice Adolph and his men standing by them.
"Still whining like a little girl huh, big man?" Adolph remarked. He had his eyes fixed directly on D'Angelo, the others didn't matter to him.
"Whining?" D'Angelo got up from his seat and approached Adolph. They were both large men, but Adolph stood a few inches taller. "Last time we met you were on the ground, whimpering and trying to hold your skull in one piece."
Adolph shrugged off D'Angelo's retort. "Oh really? I don't recall."
"I bet you don't. Corsair saved your life. If he hadn't shot me when he did you'd be in the dirt right now."
Adolph laughed and his crew laughed with him. It was his tactic for saving face. "You talk big now, you all grown up and shit. Cain ain't chaperoning you no more either I see."
"You're every bit of the loud mouth bitch I remember, Adolph. You're nothing, but a leech stuck to Corsair's neck."
"Wrong again. And it's Sir Adolph, peasant. You call me, Sir Adolph."
"What? Why would anyone call you sir? I wouldn't call you sir if I was one of those lepers you call a crew."
"I'm under Lord Lucious now, nigga. One of the Five Sirs of the Sea, and you will address me as Sir Adolph. The money, the riches, and the bitches, all mine. While you and ya little ragtag crew still out there trying to be Sinbad and shit, at the end of the day, you sleep on a mattress or whatever y'all got on that budget, while I sleep on money."
Afterward Adolph dismissed D'Angelo and he and his crew swagged their way out of the bar, laughing and talking amongst themselves about the moment. D'Angelo looked at Slig and Slig did he same.
Slig had a sly smirk on his face. "We just solved our money problems, didn't we?" He asked.
An evil grin snaked its way on D'Angelo's face. "Let's get planning."
The crew had a long night of planning ahead of them. Tomorrow the fireworks were going to fly.
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