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Lucifer

"That's his 'base of operations'? Maze, what kind of amateur jobs are you taking up these days?"

Look, the little rusted ship sitting in the indicated location did not look particularly intimidating from the entrance to the docks. So sue him.




Maze

"He gets some unusual cargo sometimes," Maze said, rolling her eyes. "Bet he thought this was the best way to slip under the radar."




Octavia

"Yeah, you can't judge a ship by how it looks from the outside," Octavia added in a drawl that sounded vaguely offended, if you knew how to listen for it.




Duke

"Thank you." Duke shook his head. "You all understand the idea of using a cover, right?"




Lucifer

"Boat people," Lucifer sighed. "Of course I know what a cover is. I had just been hoping for something a little more interesting, considering I gave up good seafood for this."




Maze

"Oh, whatever," Maze said, already halfway down the docks to the ship. "Just don't barge in and yell 'hello, smuggler' like you usually do." Beat. "Tonight that's my job."




Seivarden

"What's the plan here?" Seivarden asked. "Do we have one?"




Octavia

"Busting in and grabbing the guy, by the looks of it," Octavia drawled, reflexively picking up her pace to tail Maze. "What more do you need?"

That was meant as rhetorical.



Duke

"So . . . as a guy who also owns a rusty-looking boat and occasional deals with the, uh. Less than legal side of things, can I just note that he will probably have lots of weapons and hiding places around? You know, as something to keep in mind while barging in and grabbing him."




Octavia

"One, Octavia is correct, and we don't really need much of a plan otherwise," Lucifer said, as he strolled right after Maze. "Two, they always have weapons, it'd be kind of cute if it wasn't such a wear on my suits."




Maze

"And rummaging around his boat trying to find stuff will be your job," Maze said, hands sliding into her pockets to grab two knives as she approached the ship.




Seivarden

This was one of the occasions where Seivarden was reminded what a bad idea selling her armour for drugs had been. At least there were other people here who were invulnerable to weapons.

"You can't be killed either?" she asked Maze. "So you two," she gestured at Lucifer, "go in and keep them distracted and the rest of us can search through it."

It was a fucking boat. She would only have needed a few ancillaries for this. This was a fucking boat and she realized she had missed doing something she was actually good at. She pulled out the gun she had brought. At least it was probably a decent one for this place, she trusted Rosa not to have tried to make fun of her by picking a bad one.




Duke

Duke checked his own gun. "If I get shot tonight, I'm going to be very annoyed. I just want that on the record."




Octavia

"Oh, he better not do anything that stupid."

There was a very small, very dark sliver of Octavia that would probably have reveled in the excuse for unbridled violence. The rest of her, not so much.

"Let's just get him."




Maze

"Just what I was thinking," Maze said, stalking across a thin plank onto the boat. Nobody on the outside, a big steel door between them and the inside... "Hey! We know you're in here!"

She threw a quick glance over her shoulder at Lucifer.

And kicked the door in.




Lucifer

Lucifer sauntered in behind her, hands still in his pockets, looking like this was just a fun jaunt out on the town.

Not so much the poor man inside. Brown-haired and brown-bearded, he jerked away from the table at the center of the main cabin and yanked his handgun out of his pocket. "Who the hell are you?!" he yelled.

"Hello, smuggler," Lucifer chirped.

Maze smacked him.




Seivarden

If she hadn't expected this to be easy, Seivarden would have insisted on at least some kind of strategy. Now she just followed, part of her wishing that she could have given orders on how to do it, but being well aware that no one here would even consider following them.

Hopefully they could at least make it entertaining.




Duke

Duke paused before following them in, glancing over at Octavia. ". . . Do we actually know what we're looking for?"




Octavia

Octavia shook her head. "Nope," she said, dryly, then nodded ahead. "But I'm pretty sure Maze is about to dig it out of the guy."

Not literally.

... Hopefully.




Maze

"I want the box," Maze said, rolling her eyes at the smuggler. "The metal one. The special delivery."

"Are you nuts?" the smuggler retorted. "Get the hell off of my ship! I'm not going to ask again."

He cocked the trigger.

"You really want me to break your arm?" she said flatly.




Lucifer

"You're clearly a tough one," the smuggler - Emil - said, his eyes flicking from Octavia to Duke to--

He moved his arm to point the gun at Lucifer. "Wonder if you're still so tough if I shoot your friend over here."

Lucifer laughed, none-too-soft. Then stopped. Abruptly. "Please don't," he said. "I literally just bought this jacket."

He made a vague gesture at Seivarden. Weren't they supposed to run off while Maze and him caused a distraction?




Seivarden

Seivarden backed away, keeping an eye on the smuggler as she did so, and quickly stepped into the next room.

"So, metal box?" she said to herself, looking around.




Duke

Duke ducked through after her, gun held low and ready. Their smuggler might be the sort to have friends around, after all.

"Seems likely. Especially if it locks."




Octavia

Octavia had a tendency to go her own way, and this time was no exception. She didn't need anyone with a gun looking out for her, thanks.

So she ducked quietly the other way to look around. Knife in hand, of course.



[ to be continued in the comments! ]

Date: 28 Apr 2020 17:42 (UTC)
knivesforbaby: (maze - glare)
From: [personal profile] knivesforbaby
"Just give up," Maze sighed. "I don't-- okay, I do want to hurt you, because it's fun, but this will be easier if you just let me cuff you, take you in, and take the merch. Seriously."

Date: 28 Apr 2020 18:34 (UTC)
1000yearstoolate: (Default)
From: [personal profile] 1000yearstoolate
There was a door to the left, ajar, and Seivarden nudged it open with her foot. It was dark inside, but the light falling in from the hall revealed the outline of a chair and a few boxes. Swiftly, she moved inside and crouched next to a box while reaching for the light switch.

Date: 28 Apr 2020 18:49 (UTC)
betterthanaplan: (I think it means "not her")
From: [personal profile] betterthanaplan
Duke on the other hand was scanning the walls in the hallway, looking for signs secret panels and hidey-holes. The Rouge was riddled with them, but hey, maybe he was an exception instead of the rule?

He doubted that. If this guy was any good at all, he had at least one hidden compartment. Especially if he was bringing in guns and drugs.

Date: 29 Apr 2020 07:54 (UTC)
okteiviakom: ([neu] standing tall)
From: [personal profile] okteiviakom
Octavia crept into the non-bedroom like a predator waiting to pounce, even as she squeezed through the doorway that wouldn't open all the way. (Also, this ship... really was a piece of crap on the inside too, huh?) The room turned out to be empty of people, but not of stuff, and she switched her knife to her left hand as she darted to take a closer look at all the boxes.

She was still listening for whatever she could hear from the main room as she sifted through the piles. Ready to bolt that way if it came to that.

Date: 29 Apr 2020 08:50 (UTC)
1000yearstoolate: (serious)
From: [personal profile] 1000yearstoolate
Having made sure that there there was no one else in the room, Seivarden tore open the cardboard boxes.

"Locked metal box," she muttered.

Date: 29 Apr 2020 17:27 (UTC)
betterthanaplan: (crossed arms)
From: [personal profile] betterthanaplan
Duke looked closer at that curved panel and tsked. He tucked his gun back into his waistband and pulled out a utility knife, tucking it into the edge of the panel and prying gently to see if it came loose.

Date: 29 Apr 2020 19:01 (UTC)
okteiviakom: ([neu blodreina] wait)
From: [personal profile] okteiviakom
Octavia was by now pretty familiar with various boat noises, and knew the ignore the ones that didn't mean much.

But she had not enjoyed that creak, no. However, she was also not about to not investigate the noise that had followed. And so, even more hurriedly than before, she began shifting the boxes out of the way to see what the hell had made a clang.

Date: 30 Apr 2020 12:03 (UTC)
1000yearstoolate: (Default)
From: [personal profile] 1000yearstoolate
A heavy box. Seivarden considered sticking some of the money in her pocket, but decided not to, and preferred not to think about even thinking about this.

She opened the box carefully, in case it did contain a metal box, and in case that box contained something fragile.

Date: 30 Apr 2020 14:39 (UTC)
betterthanaplan: (let me think)
From: [personal profile] betterthanaplan
Duke frowned, not sure if that creak meant that this hiding place wasn't well used, or if it was just another indicator of how terrible this particular smuggler was at upkeep.

Really, this whole boat offended him. Just because this guy was a criminal didn't mean he couldn't show some self-respect.

He kept working on the panel, trying to pull it open enough to get at the bag. It might not be what they were looking for, but if it was hidden away like this, it was probably going to be valuable. Or at least interesting.

Date: 1 May 2020 10:38 (UTC)
okteiviakom: ([neu] prepare for war)
From: [personal profile] okteiviakom
And so Octavia grabbed the box, and then bolted back towards the main room. Or at least into the hallway, where it turned more into creeping closer. Now that shots had actually been fired, it wouldn't do to just rush in.

She tried catching Duke's eye at the other end of the hallway, and nodded down at the box she was carrying under one arm.

The knife was back in her other hand.

Date: 1 May 2020 15:19 (UTC)
betterthanaplan: (side-eye city)
From: [personal profile] betterthanaplan
". . . Huh." Duke held one of the feathers up to the light, then shoved it back in the bag when he heard the shot. He tucked the bag under his arm and raised his hand when Octavia caught his eye, signalling her to keep back.

Lucifer and Maze were basically bullet-proof. There was no need to rush into anything here.

Date: 2 May 2020 11:06 (UTC)
1000yearstoolate: (Default)
From: [personal profile] 1000yearstoolate
"Aatr's tits." Seivarden slammed the box shut.

As the shot went off she instinctively turned around and rushed towards the door. Lucifer might have insisted on being immortal, but she hadn't actually seen it, and so she moved, as quietly as possible, back from where they had entered, gun in her hand.

Date: 3 May 2020 08:01 (UTC)
knivesforbaby: (maze - glare)
From: [personal profile] knivesforbaby
"What... how... why are you not bleeding?" Emil stammered, backing up, gun still clutched in his hands, eyes wide.

Maze rolled her eyes. "He did warn you."

Date: 3 May 2020 15:00 (UTC)
betterthanaplan: (very serious and three-quarters)
From: [personal profile] betterthanaplan
Duke huffed and shook his head. He didn't need proof that Lucifer was exactly who he said he was, but it was still interesting to actually have it.

A thought occurred to him about the feathers in the bag under his arm. They were much too large to be most ordinary birds (he'd learned a lot about birds this spring). And he was hanging out with an actual facts angel. . . .

Right. He was absolutely keeping these things. Hopefully angel feathers didn't potentially carry horrible diseases, the way some bird feathers did.

Date: 4 May 2020 14:44 (UTC)
okteiviakom: ([neu] shoulder)
From: [personal profile] okteiviakom
Octavia wasn't even thinking about the proof of Lucifer's invulnerability right here in the moment. Maybe at a later time, she'd question how far she was willing to trust everything Lucifer told her based only how he'd also told her he never lied - but this was not that time just yet.

Neither was she rushing into the room, especially not when she was the one with what may or may not have been the box they'd been looking for. And so she'd crept right by the doorway, and stopped there.

To listen and to wait, for an opportune moment. Looking from Duke to Seivarden and back, in case either had a smart idea on how to proceed.

Date: 5 May 2020 12:19 (UTC)
knivesforbaby: (maze - idiots!!)
From: [personal profile] knivesforbaby
"If you're done re-enacting action movies," Maze said, stepping forward with a zip tie. "You three can stop lurking now," she added, raising her voice.

Date: 5 May 2020 19:29 (UTC)
okteiviakom: ([neu] standing tall)
From: [personal profile] okteiviakom
Well, as far as opportune moments went, that was a pretty good one.

Octavia slipped back into the room (though knife still in hand, thank you), and held up the box.

"This it?"

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