OOC: Recommended listening https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y22tIJ6toPY IC: - - - - - "...I'll make some arrangements and go out through the front. Do you remember the directions to the second meeting place?" "Don't worry, I know the route..." The Toa nodded after Faraki had finished reciting the directions he'd given him, and made his way out of the back room of the bar. Several of the patrons gave him a look as he exited, but they knew better than to stare, returning to their drinks. He approached the bartender once again. Handing a mug of ale to a vortixx sitting nearby, dregs still settling, he made his way over to the Su-Toa. "What'll it be?" Jettix leaned forward. "I need to speak with him," he murmured discreetly. The bartender looked at him incredulously, before quietly chortling. "Not gonna happen." "He knows me." "He knows a lot of people." "If you tell him my name, he'll want to see me." He laughed again, before Jettix pushed a few dozen widgets across the counter. "Speaking your language now?" The bartender smirked, scooping up the widgets. "Name?" "Jettix Gizel." "You know what your chances are." "I'm well aware." The bartender turned to a shelf behind him and swiveled it open, revealing a hidden door behind. He knocked lightly. The hidden door opened a crack, and a few whispers were exchanged before the door was closed again. The bartender waited for a moment, rapping his fingers against the side of the shelf before the door opened again. There were more whispers exchanged, and the expression on his face shifted to one of confusion, then to incredulity. He looked over to Jettix and motioned for him to come behind the bar after a moment. Doing so, the bartender stopped him before Jettix could get to the hidden door. He picked out a bottle of expensive-looking scotch from under the counter. as well as two glasses, handing to them to Jettix. "He, uh, wanted you to bring this in with you." Jettix inspected the bottle. "Amberlake Single Malt, Fifty-Year." He looked back up at the bartender, grinning. "He's always had good taste." With that, he walked through the hidden door, where a burly Ta-Toa on the other side let him pass and followed behind him as Jettix made his way through the narrow corridor into another room. Inside the room was a Ga-Skakdi, a table and two chairs (one of which was occupied by said Skakdi) and nothing else. Zeska Barzanno grinned. "Hey buddy." He motioned for Jettix to sit. "Where've you been?" Taking the remaining seat, the Ta-Toa closed the door, remaining in the hallway. "Finished my latest stint recently," Jettix replied, setting the glasses for the two old friends and splashing some scotch into each. "The Po-Koro prison's pretty cushy." Barzanno laughed; a deep and throaty chortle, as the two clinked glasses and each sipped the fifty-year-old malt. "So I've heard. What'd they book you for?" "Some guy wanted me to steal Hewkii's mask off of his ###### face while he slept. Normally I don't take jobs from mooks, but the guy had some pretty significant coinage to hand over for it." "So how close did you get before they nabbed you?" "Barely into the building at all. The ######'s paranoid someone's gonna cap him any day now. He rigged the entire main hall with tripwires." The skakdi giggled, just like they were two kids in Ta-Koro once again. "You're something else, Gizel." He put his glass down on the table and carefully folded his hands in his lap. "So, to business, then?" Jettix nodded. "I'm going for the big take." Barzanno's eyes widened slightly and he leaned forward, resting his chin on his propped-up hands. "Really, now? Here?" Jettix took another sip of his scotch. "Mhm. I've got a crew. They're all ready to go. Just need to plan, prep, and execute." The skakdi leaned back. "You know, you're a wild man, Gizel, and that's troubling. But you're a nice guy, and I like you. So I'm torn. You're latest attempts haven't been up to snuff, and we've both got a lot of heat already scratching at our heels. I'm not in a mood to take risks right now." "I understand." "But." "But... I think, if you're feeling in the mood, you should... make an investment." "An investment?" "An investment." "Ah. I see." Jettix removed a small, golden pin from behind his ear, palming it. "I'll give you my... blessing, but I'll need to think on the investment." "That's fine by me." The two men stood and clinked glasses, finishing their scotch, before putting their hands out and shaking. "To... old friends." "To old friends." As they broke the handshake, the skakdi took Jettix' pin, and Jettix took one of Zeska's rings. "How many are you?" "Five." He mulled that over. "You're gonna need a few people going out the front, then." "Uh-huh." "Here," Zeska fished some widgets out of his pocket. "Give these to my boys at the front. They'll let you through." "Thanks, Zeska." "Anytime, friend, anytime. Just don't get caught." Jettix knocked on the door, just as the bartender had done. "Wouldn't count on it." The Ta-Toa ushered him back through the hall and into the bar. Now to get things rolling. - - - - - IC: Jettix There was work to be done. He fidgeted with a certain ring on his finger before leaving his body and gliding straight through solid rock and back into the cavernous Koro. The Bank was relatively small, but tightly secured. Not to mention, he couldn't yet observe the Vault level. This was going to be difficult. This run, he surveyed the top floor, which mostly consisted of offices and storage spaces. With several more trips, each taking in more and more detail, he began assembling a decent blueprint of the bank, minus the crucial info he needed about the lower level. Slipping back into his body on his fifth outing, he jotted down some notes and revised his sketches once again. He fidgeted with the ring again. It was going to be a long night. - - - - - - - - - - IC: Zeska There was definitely work to be done. But right now, he was feeling like having a snack. He wasn't really going to get any sleep tonight - he'd have to think quite a bit about what his next steps might be. If his friend really could pull off what he was so confident about, it might signal a new era on Mata Nui. A resurgence of the old days. Things were stirring, but for now, he just wanted to eat. He ambled into the narrow hall where the Ta-Toa was guarding, and made his way through the front entrance - into another building attached to the bar. The same way Jettix had exited. Attached to the front side of the bar building was a small bake shop - inconspicuous, save for the heavy shutter blinds that lined the windows. Taking a far seat, way off in the corner, he flagged down a waitress. all he would have at this hour was a couple slices of bread and some oil. Maybe a little bit of amaretto too. They knew better than to ask him to pay for any of it, however. They knew him. Though most of the other patrons probably didn't. He liked that feeling. OOC: Open for interaction.
