"The target's not outside, I'm advancing to the hall"...
"Infiltration successful, Mad Rider I'm heading your way, hope you like sparkly water"...
"I'm on my way to the event, their behind me"...
"Get in positions now"Alex said curtly and took a drink off the tray of a familiar handy waiter.
The guests were scattered about the mansion, the media had gotten wind of the event but, unfortunately weren't granted a pass by the fearsome security guards stationed around the building.
Among the crowd were two press member, "Willow come with me"he said and pulled her away from the crowd to a secluded corner. "Mr Grey-", "Just Grey Willow", "Right Grey, why are we here? Is something wrong?"Willow asked. "No, I brought you out here as my escort, not to try forcing our way in by those tanks. Take this"he said and handed her a silver card. "Your name's already on the card so let's go, the host informed me of the entrance we're to be using earlier"Grey said and straightened out his suit then he and Willow disappear behind the trees.
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Cars were parked all around the vacinity, and guests of all sorts were present. Most had arrived with teams of bodyguards which split up to secure the grounds while others had them flanking their leaders everywhere they went. Very important persons of the day and night were present for the event...along with our little gang.
Malik was swarmed by ladies and other club owners easily engaged in mild competitive threats and flirtation.
Kimberly was swarmed by madames and wives of the guests and forced into fashion quizzes and demands.Alex was mostly swarmed by the ladies and scowled at by the other male health workers. The others served the guests with smiles and goodie offered by the host.
Although, all of them had acquired the target...there was just one problem.
How exactly were they supposed to carry out the assassination when their target was smack in the mist of the bustling crowd of drunk women and vicious security guards who also happened to be on very high alert. This was the one thing their Ace left them to figure out, not without warning...
~You should expect to be patted down and checked for weapons of any sort, shapes and sizes. You're all at loss since no one actually expects you to have high security details. You can't hide guns, you can't take tranquilizers either, you can't take anything longer than your pinky, your invitation will be immediately nullified if you're caught. That's how they're able to mingle without causing scenes, frankly, the security details are allowed to carry guns. Your best bet is to find a way to poison him, something a little long range, long enough for him to feel the effects after the party, odourless too, if he suspects anything, there might be a reaction. Servants are dirt and can be roughed up if need be. There's also the option of luring him out to the back nauseated, then someone takes a shot. You also need to know you guys can't mingle unless introduced by someone else. Alright, that's all I got and Audrey's already asleep, we really should get going.
Also don't fret, you're all cool and capable people, I'm sure you'll figure it out in no time. Bye!~
"Easy for her to say"Jill mumbled and served Patrick Rusoe a bottle of champagne with a polite smile. He watched her pour the liquid into his clear glass and occasionally glanced sideways to see the pained expression on Charlie face who also had his eyes trained on the expensive champagne bottle. Patrick grinned at him and took a sip of his drink. "Hmmm tastes like money"Patrick cooed, his guards snickered while Charlie groaned in agony. "You're being such a child"Charlie said annoyed, "That maybe true but I assure you Charlie, this is worth the price and... oh, I forgot to ask the pretty waitress what brand this is, too bad"Patrick said and took another sip of his drink and winked at him.
Despite how petty he was being, Patrick knew this was a rare opportunity that he'd probably never get again to torment his assigned rival/bodyguard. Charlie was a loud alcoholic, good at what he does but couldn't turn down a drink even if he was told it's poisoned. He also had the same ranks as Patrick under Cage's unit, but unfortunately when told they'll be working together, Patrick's social status won him the position of the boss on their little mission, with him as his personal lackey, a role Charlie had not properly played since they arrived in the city.
Tonight however, Patrick simply enjoyed teasing him for the situation he currently found himself in. With rest of the main squad hospitalized,it was obvious he was next and King had specifically ordered Charlie not to drink or eat anything throughout the party, atleast, not untill he says he can. This served as an unexpected source of entertainment to Patrick, as he watched Charlie's eyes trail every bottle in an ice bucket and shot glasses on trays. A show, Charlie's reaction to his underlings drinking and even worse, Patrick sipping the good stuff as if he were royalty... Charlie was totally pissed and screwed.
"I hate to see you this way friend, want a sip? Don't worry, I won't tell a soul, but King might see that big head of yours chugging it down. If only you weren't quit on the bolder side now..."Patrick trailed off with an evil smirk.
"That you're a skinny twig doesn't make you better"Charlie shot back, "Tis true, but my twigness would have come in handy in your current predicament, Don't you think so boys?"Patrick said sweetly, Charlie glared at the boys, challenging them to utter a word. They however looked everywhere else, suddenly the paintings and ladies in the room finally caught their interest...well...more or less.
"So when do you usually come by your club?"asked a redhead lady that had successfully managed to tangle herself in Malik's arm. "Usually I'd say every night, except I have some sort of reason not to"he replied and licked his lips, the redhead smiled excitedly at him, "well then, good to know"she winked and held him tighter.
"Not even half way through the party you've already gotten 7women for every night of the week. Gosh you're such a sleeze!"
Maurie's voice rung in his ear.
Malik bit his cheek to keep himself from answering that and swiftly moved his new leeches towards the fountain.
"I take that as you've given up on the mission" she said and disconnected Malik from the rest of the gang.
Buzzing noises vibrated the bed, Maurie quickly got off her chair and grabbed it off the bed. Texts were coming in rapidly.
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Jill: I can't get a fuckin opening!
Chris: I think they know we're here.
Alex: they'd have been stupid not to. You all just need to think of a way out.
Kimmy: I can't get an opening either, there's like no route, he's flanked by the guys flanking Rusoe.
Jill: I got to pour Rusoe a drink, it seemed like Rusoe was tormenting him with it.
Me: like Malik did with you?@Jill
Alex: You think he's an alcoholic?@me
Kimmy: If he is, he won't last that long without having a sip, I literally find the smell of these drinks more tempting the food here.
Jill: soooo true
Chris: straight up
Chris: Has anyone seen my sis yet?
Me: She's on another part of the mansion, she's not gonna be able to participate.
Kimmy: Back to the target people,if he's really an alcoholic, someone higher than Patrick has to have given the order.
Chris: He's pretty much been going back and forth with Rusoe, I mean really, who calls their boss an egghead.
Alex: If that's true, then you all need to be especially careful.
Me: More than usual?
Kimmy: He means those two might be here, Cage and King.
Me: You guys are sitting ducks. Malik's out, you can't poison someone that won't take anything and we don't even have out pretty ace. Kim can't seduce him without some lady getting in her way, two of you are waiters, Alex has no business relating with them And neither would I if I'd actually gotten invited, not to mention security's tight.
Chris: So what now?
Jill: What else, get the Ace.
Kimmy: And how exactly is she supposed to get in here?
Alex: She might not need to but no, she's not coming.
Kimmy: Why?
Jill: Why?!
Me: She's sick, seriously high fever.
Kimmy: OMG! Why didn't you tell me! Is she going to be okay.
Chris: I got her the pills doc ordered, but I think Audrey's handling her pretty well.
Me: that silly chika walk in a storm for cereal, Audrey said she accidentally dropped her card and looking for it took most the time.
Alex: I'll check in on her on my way home.
Jill: so, what now?
Chris: Either wait for an opening or see if Banks has any suggestions.
Me: This is goin-
Incoming call
Audrey 👻😒🤬
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Audrey's name flashed across her screen, "Hey sweetie, how's everything going?", "Who the are you and what the hell have you done with Maureen"he said seriously. She rolled her eyes and sighed, "Mr. Price, how's Madonna"she said and fell on the bed. "So it is you... she's fine, hey doughnut! Maureen's picked up, I'm putting it on speaker... seriously, I should do crazy things more often, you hardly call me by my nickname, this often atleast... I call you doughnut 'cause you're a ditz!, Again, Maureen's on the line... Hey Maurie!",
"Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?"Maurie asked, "I'm good, Audrey's taking good care of me,
What about you guys? Any luck?"Madonna asked. "They're sitting ducks babe, Jill and Chris can get in close, but he's under orders not to have anything... like anything at all, he hasn't moved from his spot for hours now"Maurie said twirling her hair around her finger.
"You guys have got yourselves a stubborn one. I think I may be of help, first I need to know who's still in the game...I bet Malik's the first one to call it quits"she said, "Better believe it babe",
"Good, I'm betting he also has leeches with him?....why would Malik take leeches to a party? Aren't those blood suckers?....I mean girls Audrey, ladies that wanna do the grown up dance with him...when are you going to do grown up dance?You said when you're a grown up you'd do it and you are a grown up aren't you?....Err not at heart bro"
"Gosh you guys are just cute. Yes, he's got leeches, literally one for everyday this coming week"Maurie answered, "Why would he need to dance so much, is he practicing? Doughnut tell me what the grown up dance is!"Audrey whined, "Not till your 20"Madonna replied.
"Now, don't bother giving out the plan, just dish out the roles, trust me okay", "Always".
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The party was still in full swing, Charlie and Patrick were still bickering, Malik was still being swarmed by ladies, and security was still on high alert.
. Cause a Scene.
.Drinks were being served and carried about on silver trays, one particularly Raven haired waitress headed straight for the esteemed owner of the one and only BEERBORN night club, Mr. Malik Costello. "Sir? Mr. Costello, I have the shots and pas-", that was as far as she could get before Mr. Malik Costello turned swiftly, accidentally knocking up the tray that sent the drinks and pastries flying up and spilling all over himself and the waitress, the shot glasses crashed and broke loudly on the ground, the tray causing a loud clang! as it hit the ground.
Everyone was drawn to it, the hall fell deadly silent. "I-i I'm s-sorry sir, I didn't mean to, I just"she started, "It's fine"he said grudgingly. "What da hell do you mean by fine?!, Bitch you literally owe him a new designer shirt!", "Were you blind?!, This is unforgivable!", "Really ladies, it's...fine", "Baby I can tell you're lying, you should punish her!", "Get her fired!", "Where is Garner!" "At a meeting somewhere in the house", "Bitch you just messed with the wrong girl! You won't get away with staining my man's shirt", "Excuse you, he's my man, not yours you ugly bitch!", A pretty brunette standing among them turned to the other four by her side. "I dunno what's with those bimbos but I hope the rest of you are here for official business, and not whoring yourselves on my man, Malik's mine got it?"she asked and crossed her arms. They certainly didn't agree.
Like that, a fight started.
A certain brown waiter just happened to be passing with wine glasses half filled at the time. The ladies grabbed and launched them at each other.
Tempers flared and the fight got real, hairs were pulled, clothes ripped, Malik was stunned by how much he got to see before next week....they didn't even notice the raven haired waitress was no where to be found.
.Force the idea.
Patrick and Charlie watched the fight with interest, as well as their men. They hadn't noticed how some fashion crazy women had sidled up to them, with waiters holding buckets of ice and bottles.
Charlie's ears tingled at the sound of the flowing drinks, he turned to see them drinking and pouring some more... His right eye twitched and he bit his lip just watching the liquid flow beautifully in to the cup.... this however stimulated the urge for another kind of liquid to flow.
"Excuse me Rusoe"he said and rushed off to the mens room.
In the mens room, right after he finished his business, Charlie moved to wash his hands. Two sinks away from him was a dirty blonde handsome man nearly in his middle ages.
"You look sick man, you got served the bad desserts?"the blondie asked, "I wish, haven't had a thing all night, not even water"Charlie complained.
"The look you're wearing right now tells me you'll pass out in hall....you might be a tough guy but without a drink while you're inside, your brain might start to suffocate. I suggest you atleast have a drink while no one's watching, for your own good...I mean you sound parched"he said.
Charlie ran a hand through his hair, "Ofcourse it is,that asshole hasn't shut up since, now my throat's all sore". "Well, I'd advise you atleast consider what I said, I surely wouldn't want to see a tank like you drop....any way, enjoy the party"he said walked out of the room.
Charlie thought about it, the consequences of fainting with King and Cage watching and the possibility of them finding out he disobeyed an order. Both were lethal penalties but just maybe... they'd see reason for the drinks? Just one wouldn't kill him, will it? .
He pondered on it while he left the restroom, getting to the main hall, he made his decision.
If he should fall, a panic would start from people assuming he'd been poisoned thus there being a breach in security, worse, if they should find out it's from starvation. He had been too busy dealing with King's arrival to remember to eat... which wasn't doing too well for him now.
His eyes locked on the first waiter he saw and waved him over. He took a cup and instantly downed it. He coughed frowning "What da hell is this? It's disgusting!"he yelled, the waitress stepped back. "M-mango fruit punch sir"he answered, "Bloody hell!"Charlie groaned and held his belly that felt like it was being knotted. "Get out"he barked and the brown skinned handy waiter scampered away.
.No need for poison, just watch and wait, You'll know when it happens.
Charlie felt his throat clogging up and his stomach tying knots and contracting, the room suddenly felt way too stuffy with the crowd. Naturally, he stepped out for some fresh air.
Half hour later....
"What's taking him so long" the gang heard Patrick say, they inconspicuously tuned in to the conversation as they just happened to be stationed at various angles around him.
"Sam and Dean, you two go check for him, that moron better not have gone drinking"he said with annoyance.
They left....but Dean returned with a shocked look on his face, this caught their attention "Spit it out"Patrick ordered, "S-sir, he's dead"he said in a low tone, so as not to be heard by the crowd, but the gang still got it. Patrick frowned, "What do you mean by that, and where's Sam". "Sam can't come back inside, he has blood on his shirt. Agent Charlie Fog is dead sir and this I believe this was Banks doing"said Dean, "And how would you know that"Patrick asked.
"He has a hole between his eyes, I assume that's proof enough sir".
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Winner!!!
Audrey Price
The words lit up the big screen and a grinning Audrey struck his winning pose with his laser tag gun. "Better believe it baby"he yelled.
Light flashed at him and his smile grew once he noticed who it was. "You missed it Doughnut, I was awesome!"he said and rushed over to her, "I did not, well not really. Get out of this stuff let's go have a snack, I'm starting to get hungry, plus you need a victory feast"Madonna said with a smile. "She's right, all that running has worn me out"Maurie said and leaned on Madonna who just smiled at her little brother apologetically.
It didn't take long for her fever to resurface, but it was alright. They took the prize money and headed home. While, the others managed to just relax and enjoy the party....
Well except for Patrick who kept running numbers and thoughts through his head of his play thing.... err partner could have been shot out of literally no where. Worse, what King would say about this.