Masks: The Worst Generation (IC)

[Razade]

Terrene, The GM
Pool: 1

Alex, Hive, The Five Warlords: The Red Lantern Inn

"If." Comes the previous disembodied voice. The others nod in agreement. "Mighty large word there, if. We're not amateurs Miss Blake, you'll be provided a burner identity and we'll have an extraction team at the ready to help pull you out if and when it's required." The others nod once more. None of them seem to notice or care that Hive has broken a chair. They don't really seem focused on Hive at all. They also seem rather nonplussed at the aggressive tone, rather expecting it. They did call you, after all, Alex.

"We really do need an answer though darlings." pipes Kaylee Harper, giving that oh so smug smile she's shot at you at you both at school. "We suppose" she drawls, finally motioning to the seven foot tall cyborg "she can come too. You'll want time to talk it over I suspect. The pair of you might just enjoy the chance to work together. Very fancy party, doubt either of you'd be able to get in otherwise. Up to you though." Her sing song tone continues as she finally stands. "And even if you do get caught, you'll be caught together. The Chill has very nice double rooms I hear. It really is a once in a lifetime offer we're giving you Alex. This could put you on the maps."

"We're willing to pay." Comes another voice, female very obviously and stern.

Kaylee's nose wrinkles at the interruption but nods. "Quite a lot actually. But as you know with these things...or maybe you don't. Price is negotiable. The Rogue does love a haggle."