Spence Forester (bloodhunter) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2009-07-31 09:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-06-10 |
Game Plans
Who: Spence and Syri
When: Late Evening
Where: Some bar
They'd arranged to meet to discuss strategy for their job the following day, Syri didn't mind the late night meeting. She'd arrived early, gotten herself a rum and diet coke and scalped a seat at a table in the corner and away from others so they could talk more freely without being overheard. She dressed her character of Switch; black torn jeans with heeled boots, a deep red blouse with a form fitted black vest and black leather fitted jacket.
Spence came in not too long after Syri had. He'd spent some of his evening with Natalie and Daniel, and now he had to readjust his mind, shifting it back to work related items. He caught sight of her immediately and walked over to sit down across from her. He had no real intentions on letting another hunter take the lead. Spence didn't follow instructions very well, unless it was from his employer. "Lovely to see you again, Switch." He grinned and clasped his hands on the table top. "I suppose we should get straight down to business."
"I see no reason not to." She replied, giving him a nod. It was pretty clear by the way he'd acted in the briefing that he wanted to lead this thing. So long as he didn't push her too far or prevent her from doing her job or getting her payment, it would be nice to not be the first on the firing line if things went to pot. Though she tended to work alone- and prefer it- she did know how to take and follow orders.
"John's provided us with ample back up, and the means to get whatever we need. We don't have a lot of time, since tomorrow is when we're supposed to hit. It's a three hour drive to Higgin's Lake, but I can't imagine we need to go all the way there. Setting up a space somewhere in the middle should give us plenty of time." He would have to double check that with John, but it made the most sense to Spence. "We'll have a car or van to transport whichever of those kids we take. I hope for this to run smoothly, but teenagers are teenagers, so I'm predicting we'll have to smooth out a few wrinkles here and there."
"Anticipation and good planning should help limit the number of wrinkles." Syri commented. "I've been to the Lake a few times." More like laid low around there a few times. "I know some good ways to get back and forth without taking the main roads- that should help with the get away."
Spence nodded. "I assume everyone will be prepared." He hoped so anyway. John didn't seem like the type to surround himself with amateurs. "It's probably best that we have tranqs, especially if any of the kids turn out to be weres. Any sign of transformation, and we shoot. Knock them out quickly. John didn't specify anything beyond we take who we can get." Spence figured girls would be easier to grab, since he had no doubt the men would be putting up much more of a fight.
"Sedatives for those captured as well, more than three kids in a confined space can be a lot to manage- even if they're girls." Not putting up much of a fight? Phsaw. She tried to push the comment into the realm of stereotyping and not an attack against her gender. "Best not to be picky. Grab those easiest to grab then retreat before things get too involved."
He shot her a skeptical look. "I have a feeling things are going to be too involved whether we like it or not. It's a good idea, putting spikes in the road, but the minute that car stops? The others aren't just going to keep on driving. Otherwise I could have done this job on my own. But I agree on the sedatives. These are supposedly teenagers who may or may not have abilities. Who knows how these abilities will manifest once they're in a traumatizing situation. I, for one, don't want to get burned to death by some out of control fire elemental."
"Oh, I don't doubt there'll be a fight. I just don't think we need to get so involved that everyone has to be down before we bug out." Especially if they're powered kids. "Snatch those we can, and fight off the others, but bug out when the tactical advantage wears off."
Spence nodded and grinned a touch. "I have no qualms leaving the rest of the kids we can't take up to the others. And yeah, that was pretty much what I was thinking." Obviously. What else would there be to do? He had a job, he'd go in, do it, and leave. "My thought is you do what you need to do, and I'll do what I need to do. You seem capable enough that you won't need my help, and I certainly don't need yours."
"So, do you know what the exit strategy is? Even if we do just run, there's no stopping the kids from following." Syri asked, completely agreeing with not stepping on each others toes.
"I don't, but I imagine John will have something lined up." And if he didn't, Spence knew enough dark magic that he could make sure no kids followed him. "No one is going to follow us," he said with extreme confidence. "And no one is going to recognize us either. I've got magic to help with those areas."
Syri's skin crawled. "Magic?" She asked with a bit of a bite.
Spence cocked an eyebrow. "You got a problem with that?" He wasn't necessarily defensive, but he wasn't going to back down from using his abilities if he had to. "You think there's a better way to make it safely away from a group of supposed supernatural teenagers without being detected? Or do you enjoy standing in a line up?"
"I suposed in this case, it's as good an option as any." She replied. She sure did hate witches- well one kind in particular, the rest she could deal with... most times.
"It's probably the best option," Spence shot back. "You're not going to be affected in a bad way, sweetheart, so don't worry about it."
Better not. The irony that she'd learned simple spells when she was much much younger was completely lost on her, after all she'd not used it in years. She still hated magic. "I've learned that witches who are overconfident and absolutely certian about their spells are the ones who are more likely to make mistakes." And the mistakes could be quite horrible, and deadly.
"I don't make mistakes," Spence said, not at all losing any ounce of the confidence he projected. "I've been doing this a very long time. I know what I'm doing."
Syri just nodded slightly and took a drink from her ignored glass. She'd seen confidence backfire from a witch who'd been older than he was. She'd lost her sister that day. "So, the way I see it." She said, changing the subject. "Out of the rabble in on this, you and I are the only real deals. The others looked like they were attending the first day of school. Probably wannabes spawned by the whole May first debacle." The Light of May had brought a lot of Freaks out of the closet, and a lot of newly found freak hunters wanting to find a way to cash in on not having freakish powers of their own, out of fear or something else- most who wouldn't know a were from a wolf or a vampire from a sickly pale person. "I'll say it straight out so you know going in. One of them trips up, they'll get no saving or pity from me."
"I doubt that," he countered. "I don't think John is the type to take amateurs on something like this. Unless he considers them disposable. But agreed... I don't think anyone is in the state of mind to adapt the 'no man left behind' mentality." Least of all Spence. He wanted to get the kids, get his money, and get home.
Of course if Syri notices anyone at risk to get captured or who might get left behind in a position to talk- she'll put a bullet in them. "Glad we're on the same page." She said, finishing her drink. "Goin' t' be interesting working on a team again. Curious to see how it works." Last time, it hadn't worked so well. Well, it had worked out for -her-.
Spence shrugged a shoulder. "I'm hoping it works well enough... otherwise we're going to have a lot of issues on hand. I would relay your knowledge of the back roads to John in case he doesn't have a clear cut exit strategy." He pulled out his wallet to pay for his drink, and hers, before shooting her a grin. "I look forward to working with you tomorrow, Switch."
Syri grinned and nodded, letting him depart first before heading off herself. "Tomorrow." What a gentleman, cute too; too bad he was a witch.