Nefarious Scheming

[shotyoudeadbang]

WHO: Deadshot, Catman and Ghost
WHERE: Some lame-ass warehousey hideout
WHEN: Nowabouts
WARNINGS: None yet. Probably cuss words.
SUMMARY: Mercenaries got a job to blow somethin' up in Jersey. This is where they plan it. And probably wind up bullshitting about other stuff.
FORMAT: Para to start, then whatever works

Comments

[technophantom]

Ghost is spending his time examining the perimeter of the warehouse for breaches, flitting about this way and that and scanning everything that isn't bolted down--then coming to hover over Deadshot's shoulder. He cocks his head, openly approving of the blueprints. "Impossible to hack dead-tree-ware."

Ghost tips up his mask and exhales softly, "That is correct. Additionally, your work on those explosives is exemplary."

[shotyoudeadbang]

"Hey. Thanks."

Never accustomed to doing that. Thanking people.

"Dead tree ware... right. We'll get the marching orders to Langton's goons tomorrow so they have time to learn 'em and not fuck them up. Worse comes to worst, they'll be a distraction while we get the hell out of dodge. Nobody'll miss 'em."

[shotyoudeadbang]

"Damn right they're the weakest point," Lawton replies with a nod.

"If anything's gonna blow the cover here, it'll be these jagoffs, but Langton's pushing 'em on us. It's our first gig with him - guess he wants an insurance policy. So I figure 'hey,' let's put 'em to work."