Joe Egan and Gerry Rafferty were a duo known as Stealer's Wheel

[ctu_savior]

WHO: Jack Bauer, Sheldon Sands, Scathach, and Geddoe
WHERE: An abandoned garage in Atatla, Mexico, and the conveniently secluded street outside.
WHEN: The following takes place between 7pm and 8pm. Events occur in real time.
WARNINGS: Violence, language, torture.
SUMMARY: Once a small-time fixer, Ramon Arius is now hosting over a hundred gangsters

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[spadassin]

Honestly, it had been a while since Scathach had done any kind of interrogation. She had taken a step back from her life as the Warrior for a decade in order to piece her identity together. She felt that she deserved some time off, some time to live as a normal humani might. That included, of course, going out with her students for tea or karaoke sometimes, which, while not her favorite pastimes, were still nice.

It seemed as if doing that in this dimension was almost impossible, if the dingy little garage she was currently inside had anything to do with it.

The Shadow was leaning against a wall, and rubbed one of her palms on her jeans before idly going back to sharpening one of her two swords with a whetstone she'd brought from the City. She stared at the door, waiting just as Jack did. He was restless; then again, they both were. Waiting for their victim was certainly not entertaining work. The music did help a bit, and she started to hum along with the tune, recognizing it after a few bars. Not her favorite sort of music, but

[ctu_savior]

Jack was pacing in front of the window, and turned to talk to Scathach, looking for a way to ease his mind. "Is there any chance someone at the resort will miss you while you're here?" He didn't want her cover to be endangered by this. Especially considering the chance of her coming back messy.

[spadassin]

She turned to him, blinking slowly for a moment as she thought of how to answer. Her cover, right. A silly floozy of a girl, who'd happened to hook up with one of the other "tourists" while vacationing. It wasn't her first choice in back story, but it had been a while since she'd had to play that sort of part. She didn't want her acting skills to get rusty.

"No," she said quietly. "I've made the appropriate excuses and arrangements."

[sands_in_mexico]

Dressed completely in drag with black stilettos with the metal heel, black fishnet stockings, leather skirt corset and top, it was hard to tell if Sheldon was one of the hookers or not. He used the local brothel as his pigeon to lure out the mastermind to this little operation and in doing so, he had to be convincing right down to the voice. Using a choker to hide his Adam's apple, he did just that.

The bodyguards were his biggest concern. If one of them got the wrong idea....which may happen....it was better to take this little adventure away from prying eyes. Luring Ramon out was only part of the game. Getting the body guards to relax was another. Sheldon, aka Shelly, had to make it fast but without drawing suspicion was a different matter entirely.

[trueltning_fury]

Geddoe was keeping lookout, somehow managing to keep his six-foot-plus bulk out of sight as he checked the windows. For the most part he was silent, ignoring the music and the snatches of conversation between Jack and Scathach, until...

"...I think I see them coming."

[sands_in_mexico]

Sheldon had to inhale deeply, close his eyes and relax himself. The last thing he needed was to blow his cover and destroy what they worked hard to try and build...or in this case destroy. Being leggy helped. He only hoped that Carmen wouldn't catch wind of this little adventure but that would have to be handled in another way.

With one leg out and stepping forward with a cat-like grace, he intercepted the body guards and glanced at Ramon with a delicate trace of Sheldon's painted nails gracing the collar of his pressed shirt. Sheldon's voice gave this feminine persona a very alluring yet poignant captivation that depicted quality. "Hello, boys. I'm Shelly. I'm here to escort you fine men to a little piece of Heaven."

With a wink and a slight lift to his shoulder, he turned and flicked the long dark brown locks of his wig. The clicking of metal heels were the only signal that he could give without blowing his cover or those inside the garage.

[trueltning_fury]

Luckily for Sheldon, Geddoe's lightning magic was very specific. Even if an ally was on the field where he unleashed it, it would only target those Geddoe selected as enemies. The way the bodyguards were clustered made him scowl; he needed to hit the man Sheldon just touched, but Thunder Runner would not spread to more than two others. The rest were too far off to the side. If this agent of theirs was a real professional, he would know what to do after the main target went down.

The spell was already charging in his left hand.

When they were close enough to see the buttons on their shirts, Geddoe slammed the side door of the garage open with his shoulder and raised his left hand, extending his arm as if with a weapon. The lightning shot off him in a burst, and Ramon was already twitching on the ground before one of the bodyguards could even yell "Taser!"