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[Cassie]

"Mine's got the ammo...BUUUUT I ended up in the worst place to bring it back in!"

[MadameButterflyKnife]

Sucks for you, then! I brought my stuff back in style! She gestures to the shiny cars and also uh, the literal tank that is currently right outside where everyone is apparently hanging out.

[artsyGeek]

"HOW THE FUCK-"

[Cassie]

"I-..."

...Yukichi has a pretty damn surprised look on his face.

[KungFuCutbug]

[Pizzabug's jaw drops when she catches sight of the tank.] "lucky bastard!"

[wingedcatgirl]

(At the sight of Loren, Soseki immediately hides behind “Kato-san”.)

(Why is this guy so dang scared of me I don't even look like a dragon most of the time)

[Zanreo]

"And it all went so well at first... how the hell did I fuck up the ending?"

[MadeOfMilk]

Maybe some of you chumps could've made your own weapon instead of living on a prayer with whatever you found on the ground in the boss' warehouse. Worked well for me, if I do say so myself. Shooting scum in the mouth with poison is surprisingly effective.

[Cassie]

Shooting scum in the mouth with poison is surprisingly effective.

...welp, thank you Escargoon. Yukichi's disturbed by that overkill image.

[PointMaid]

...No need to make it complicated. A simple dagger worked just fine, thank you. As long as you know how to wield it, which I do.

[Weirdguy149]

"It's not my fault that security buffed up considerably before I left." Mike walked up wearing a dress shirt and pants with no suit jacket to be seen.

[artsyGeek]

"Only other thing I fucked up badly is writing up a message for 'em. I made this mysterious~ message in Morse about not fucking with that guy, and then I fucking slipped! Who knew blood's like water when it comes to walkin' on it?"

[LavenderDream]

"Only other thing I fucked up badly is writing up a message for 'em. I made this mysterious~ message in Morse about not fucking with that guy, and then I fucking slipped! Who knew blood's like water when it comes to walkin' on it?"

Well now it's damn obvious someone doesn't know leaving the tiniest of information can get you caught. Incognito muttered. I understand that you're new here, but let this piece of knowledge become common sense to you. 
Oh, and apologies for not introducing myself earlier. I was assisting Carmello with a task in his office. 

(OOC: We still need challenges for @Subparman, @psychedelicate, and @Tophat_E.)

[artsyGeek]

". .fella, I literally slipped on a puddle of blood. No slip of the tongue whatsoever. That's why I look so bloody."

[MadameButterflyKnife]

Pffft, getting caught?! You people said it yourself! We're sending a message! You won't have to fear any pigs when you're that infamous!

[PointMaid]

...Slips happen. Still, maybe wash up. Mike's out of the bathroom now.

[PointMaid]

Oh, Snakeweed also nods at Incognito. Oh, and nice to meet you. Have you tried my merchandise?

[psychedelicate]

1. I still have some decent weaponry in the storage room. Arm yourself with the best weapons you can find.
> Find and take a pair of pistols. That should do the job.
2. Head up to Little Russia and search for Sidorov.
> Carjacking time, baby. Scout out the best car he can find, flag it down, toss the driver out and drive off.
3. Deal with Sidorov permanently.
> Sneak in with a disguise, then distract Sidorov's goons with a small bomb, before finally gunning down Sidorov himself.
4. Send a message to the Russian Mafia that they're making a big mistake messing with me!
> Plant a bomb in the building. It's set to go off in 12 hours.
5. Recover the stolen weapons and bring them back to my warehouses in Santa Castillo.
> Grab as many weapons as possible, stash them in the stolen car, and drive back.

[Cassie]

Well now it's damn obvious someone doesn't know leaving the tiniest of information can get you caught.

Yukichi approaches Incognito, eyeing them sternly.

"Listen, what Carmello told us to do is essentially leaving information that could lead to us, just as a means of a threat. Make of that if you will."

Yukichi turns around and walks away.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

1. I still have some decent weaponry in the storage room. Arm yourself with the best weapons you can find.
> Find and take a pair of pistols. That should do the job.
2. Head up to Little Russia and search for Sidorov.
> Carjacking time, baby. Scout out the best car he can find, flag it down, toss the driver out and drive off.
3. Deal with Sidorov permanently.
> Sneak in with a disguise, then distract Sidorov's goons with a small bomb, before finally gunning down Sidorov himself.
4. Send a message to the Russian Mafia that they're making a big mistake messing with me!
> Plant a bomb in the building. It's set to go off in 12 hours.
5. Recover the stolen weapons and bring them back to my warehouses in Santa Castillo.
> Grab as many weapons as possible, stash them in the stolen car, and drive back.

Fuyuhiko has rolled a 6, 4, 4, 6 and 6 for a total of 26 points.

1.      You find yourself a couple of 9mm pistols. Those should get you by fine.

2.      You can't find anything flashy car-wise, so you had to settle for a boring four-door car. You toss the poor owner out and head off to Little Russia.

3.      While the guards are distracted by the bomb, they're not fooled by your disguise, so you have to make your escape before you empty a clip into Sidorov's chest, killing him.

4.      You place a bomb somewhere that's not immediately obvious to everyone. It should go off in time. Just hope no one decides to call the bomb squad in this time and you should be good.

5.      You manage to fit all the weapons you can find in the back seat and the trunk of that little car you got and head back.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Well now it's damn obvious someone doesn't know leaving the tiniest of information can get you caught.

Yukichi approaches Incognito, eyeing them sternly.

"Listen, what Carmello told us to do is essentially leaving information that could lead to us, just as a means of a threat. Make of that if you will."

Yukichi turns around and walks away.

Please, I haven't left my address for them, you know. And I'm here to give them all a message, to show these people not to fuck with Carmello Bianchi! So don't question my methods. Just trust me. You'll be the top figure of the town, if you don't get killed by those damn cops!

He then nods to Incognito.

And I thank you for alerting me to what Shannon's plan is. It's a shame you couldn't get an identity of the cops, but we'll make 'em all pay in the end.

[Subparman]

Aha, the very first challenge. Gin's turn to die, or time to shine? Only the rolls will tell.

The only weapon I need is my claws, meow! I'll show the grownups how it's done, woof!!

1. I still have some decent weaponry in the storage room. Arm yourself with the best weapons you can find.

>... All right, so he wasn't completely right about that last part. Since those claws are just costume props, after all, at the very least you're probably gonna need to give those a little bit of an upgrade before trying to take down gangsters with them—Gin's going to head down to storage and see what he can find in that regard. Some kind of blades... knives, needles, brass knuckles, anything that could give the kid an upper hand in a tussle. If he finds them, he'll attach these to his paws and he'll be good to go.

>If he doesn't? ...Well, submachine guns were never a bad second choice, were they? Couldn't hurt to have some sickass bullet-shooting fingers...

2. Head up to Little Russia and search for Sidorov.

>Er, well, here's the thing. Searching for the guy isn't nearly as much as an issue, granted there aren't many limits on tracking someone down with a couple of local tips—it's more of getting there in the first place we're stuck at. Why is that, you ask? One, most twelve-year-olds can't drive, Gin included. Two, there aren't a ton of inconspicuous ways to raid a mafia base on foot. So, how exactly are we gonna go about solving this little hurdle?

... Obviously the best solution is to go in guns blazing.

After gathering sufficient information about the public establishments his target frequents, it's time to put this plan in action. Cursed Mafioso Gin, to the misfortune of whichever taxi driver ends up giving him a ride to Sidorov's location, will go full GTA and force them to send the goddamn car crashing straight through the walls of the fine restaurant of Mikhail Sidorov's choice—if all goes well, in the process also utterly demolishing any pesky bodyguards that would've gotten in the way. ... And the car. And a bunch of tables, that maaaybe had other patrons sitting at them at one point but we don't talk about that.

3. Deal with Sidorov permanently.

>I mean, assuming that the ridiculous entrance hasn't done him in already, this part is gonna be a no-brainer; Sidorov will behold as a 4-foot-tall, cat-eared aura menacingly emerges from the blazing wreckage and proceeds to fuck him up with whatever mishmash of stabby destruction he ended up borrowing from the boss, hopefully.

4. Send a message to the Russian Mafia that they're making a big mistake messing with me!

>Three words: custom light show. Hey, if fireworks can have special designs and everything, why not take it a step further? Gin splashes some alcohol (from the bar or something, probably, what restaurant doesn't have one of those really) up the walls, making sure to spell out a distinct pair of initials with the liquid: CB, for Carmello. Then he'll just tap a bit of flaming debris to it and— voila! A pretty memorable sight to anyone who stumbles across the burnt-in letters, for sure.

Yeah, it's improbable and metal as fuck, but it's for the sake of A R S O N. Arson and crime. Get rekt Simporov as the youngins might say.

5. Recover the stolen weapons and bring them back to my warehouses in Santa Castillo.

>And this is when Gin realises he hasn't thought this through and has to awkwardly carry the stolen cargo back himself, by hand. On foot too, mind you. Because he fucking obliterated his only means of transport 5 minutes ago.

Ah well; he may run a wee bit late with all the round trips compared to his coworkers, but guess all's well that ends well. (... if it does at all. RNGesus could do the lad a favour this once, maybe).

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Aha, the very first challenge. Gin's turn to die, or time to shine? Only the rolls will tell.

The only weapon I need is my claws, meow! I'll show the grownups how it's done, woof!!

1. I still have some decent weaponry in the storage room. Arm yourself with the best weapons you can find.

>... All right, so he wasn't completely right about that last part. Since those claws are just costume props, after all, at the very least you're probably gonna need to give those a little bit of an upgrade before trying to take down gangsters with them—Gin's going to head down to storage and see what he can find in that regard. Some kind of blades... knives, needles, brass knuckles, anything that could give the kid an upper hand in a tussle. If he finds them, he'll attach these to his paws and he'll be good to go.

>If he doesn't? ...Well, submachine guns were never a bad second choice, were they? Couldn't hurt to have some sickass bullet-shooting fingers...

2. Head up to Little Russia and search for Sidorov.

>Er, well, here's the thing. Searching for the guy isn't nearly as much as an issue, granted there aren't many limits on tracking someone down with a couple of local tips—it's more of getting there in the first place we're stuck at. Why is that, you ask? One, most twelve-year-olds can't drive, Gin included. Two, there aren't a ton of inconspicuous ways to raid a mafia base on foot. So, how exactly are we gonna go about solving this little hurdle?

... Obviously the best solution is to go in guns blazing.

After gathering sufficient information about the public establishments his target frequents, it's time to put this plan in action. Cursed Mafioso Gin, to the misfortune of whichever taxi driver ends up giving him a ride to Sidorov's location, will go full GTA and force them to send the goddamn car crashing straight through the walls of the fine restaurant of Mikhail Sidorov's choice—if all goes well, in the process also utterly demolishing any pesky bodyguards that would've gotten in the way. ... And the car. And a bunch of tables, that maaaybe had other patrons sitting at them at one point but we don't talk about that.

3. Deal with Sidorov permanently.

>I mean, assuming that the ridiculous entrance hasn't done him in already, this part is gonna be a no-brainer; Sidorov will behold as a 4-foot-tall, cat-eared aura menacingly emerges from the blazing wreckage and proceeds to fuck him up with whatever mishmash of stabby destruction he ended up borrowing from the boss, hopefully.

4. Send a message to the Russian Mafia that they're making a big mistake messing with me!

>Three words: custom light show. Hey, if fireworks can have special designs and everything, why not take it a step further? Gin splashes some alcohol (from the bar or something, probably, what restaurant doesn't have one of those really) up the walls, making sure to spell out a distinct pair of initials with the liquid: CB, for Carmello. Then he'll just tap a bit of flaming debris to it and— voila! A pretty memorable sight to anyone who stumbles across the burnt-in letters, for sure.

Yeah, it's improbable and metal as fuck, but it's for the sake of A R S O N. Arson and crime. Get rekt Simporov as the youngins might say.

5. Recover the stolen weapons and bring them back to my warehouses in Santa Castillo.

>And this is when Gin realises he hasn't thought this through and has to awkwardly carry the stolen cargo back himself, by hand. On foot too, mind you. Because he fucking obliterated his only means of transport 5 minutes ago.

Ah well; he may run a wee bit late with all the round trips compared to his coworkers, but guess all's well that ends well. (... if it does at all. RNGesus could do the lad a favour this once, maybe).

Gin has rolled a 2, 3, 3, 10 and 7 for a total of 25 points.

1.      Sadly, you're not able to find any of these things you're looking for. But you do see a board that you use to sharpen those claws, so yay?

2.      And intimidating the taxi driver doesn't work that well. You both end up crashing into a nearby tree. Neither of you are badly hurt, but this has not started well for you.

3.      And you got after Sidorov and scratch at him. You wound him up badly, but it's not enough to kill him as he shakes you off and sends some of his people after you.

4.      You do however manage to successfully set up the flaming CB letters and it is quite a sight to behold. The bad news is, the flames get out of control and not only burn down the restaurant, but you caused the entire block to be set on fire! You wisely decide to bolt before the authorities and firefighters come by.

5.      However, you don't have that hard of a time bringing in the stolen cargo by foot, surprisingly enough. Sure it does take you a bit of time, but hey, you do get it back. A+ for effort!

[artsyGeek]

[Hearing Snakeweed's suggestion, he simply shrugs.]

“Eh, it'd be fine. Probably just need to wash up my suit anyways.”

[Subparman]

After that surprisingly realistic outcome, a battered Gin finally makes his way back in, with the last armful of weapons in tow. Hey, is that part of his cape still on fire...? Nah... Well, it'll probably clear up eventually.

Mrrow... I taught the mafia guy a lesson, but the firefighters almost got me, woof... He left all of the stolen stuff behind, meow.

He is completely oblivious to the fire now spreading to the top of his head.