07-14-2013, 08:25 AM
Continued here: The Baccarat Gala
Hood stayed seated through the arrival of the tourists, the waste of space teenager, and the overly dressed tuxedo fellow. Hood just watched the white-clad man's back after the brief attempt at small talk, then shook his head and absently flipped the page on the book as he watched the new-comers mingle about the store. The whole thing played out like some kind of low-brow humor sitcom. The kid lifted the tourist's cash. The tux cornered the kid. He couldn't catch their conversation, but once the two parted the boy was on the verge of pissing himself as he made his way out the back.
There was a brief moment where Hood's hand drifted dangerously close to the bulge under his jacket, when the punk's path led him towards the door of the office Mr Arrabat and his friend were tucked away in. The tux fellow kept glancing at his watch, and there was a alarmed conversation outside.
Hood sighed, and his hand did vanish inside his pocket only to pull out his ID and papers. When the thug-squad came pounding through the door, the displeasure on Hood's face was obvious. The tourists dropped hard, the clerk with more familiarity with the situation, as any local was. And the tux made a very bad judgement call. Most of the time, a bribe would work just fine, but not with these guys.
One stepped towards Hood, SMG aimed square at his face, "Down on the floor, now!"
His gaze focused on the barrel of the weapon for a moment, the displeased frown on his face deepening before his gaze settled on the Custodian's own gaze. There was a long pause between the two, while the tux-wearing fool was complaining about his expensive suit, then Hood stood, slowly.
He had a good half a foot on the Custodian that was trying to face him down, and clearly wasn't intimidated by the man's gun. The Custodian even took a step back, probably in hopes of staying out of Hood's reach. There was another long pause, as a second of the Custodian's spun on Hood and his partner, the man visibly starting at the sight of the towering, angry man that suddenly appeared in the corner. "On the floor!"
Between Jaxen's failed bribe attempt and Hood's delay, Denis' lead was widening. Hood twitched his wrist to draw their attention to his papers, and threw his shoulder a bit to open his jacket to help draw attention to the revolver holstered there, then slowly sunk to a knee with both his hands raised. "Pervaya liniya Security. My client is in the office."
Once he went to his knees, the short Custodian grabbed the papers from his hand and handed them to the officer behind him, who looked them over. Another closed on the office door, then stopped when the store's owner opened it. She and Mr Arrabat walked out at the speed of crippled old people, and with all the confidence and indifference that came with their age.
The ensuing barrage of questions quickly told the Custodians that their boy was long gone, but the idiots insisted on searching the shop, as if the lad might have been hiding under a desk. Five minutes after they barged into the shop, the Custodian's took their exit, on the boy's now cold trail.
Hood collected his papers and tucked them away, standing up and moving to help Mr Arrabat and the shop clerk to their feet, "This is why I don't like deviating from the itinerary, Sir."
Mr Arrabat just chuckled and brushed off his knees, "You're right, of course. But, I am all done here. Now I must hope I have patience to spare for this party, yes?"
Another annoyed frown from Hood; he wasn't a fan of high-class shindigs, to say the least. But it was a paying job...a doubly paying job, actually, and if this was the worst that happened, it would be well worth the coin. Mr Arrabat and the clerk bid their adieu's and Hood adjusted his jacket, then brushed off his knees as an afterthought. Expensive clothes weren't worth the hassle.
Edited by Hood, Jul 27 2013, 06:41 PM.
Hood stayed seated through the arrival of the tourists, the waste of space teenager, and the overly dressed tuxedo fellow. Hood just watched the white-clad man's back after the brief attempt at small talk, then shook his head and absently flipped the page on the book as he watched the new-comers mingle about the store. The whole thing played out like some kind of low-brow humor sitcom. The kid lifted the tourist's cash. The tux cornered the kid. He couldn't catch their conversation, but once the two parted the boy was on the verge of pissing himself as he made his way out the back.
There was a brief moment where Hood's hand drifted dangerously close to the bulge under his jacket, when the punk's path led him towards the door of the office Mr Arrabat and his friend were tucked away in. The tux fellow kept glancing at his watch, and there was a alarmed conversation outside.
Hood sighed, and his hand did vanish inside his pocket only to pull out his ID and papers. When the thug-squad came pounding through the door, the displeasure on Hood's face was obvious. The tourists dropped hard, the clerk with more familiarity with the situation, as any local was. And the tux made a very bad judgement call. Most of the time, a bribe would work just fine, but not with these guys.
One stepped towards Hood, SMG aimed square at his face, "Down on the floor, now!"
His gaze focused on the barrel of the weapon for a moment, the displeased frown on his face deepening before his gaze settled on the Custodian's own gaze. There was a long pause between the two, while the tux-wearing fool was complaining about his expensive suit, then Hood stood, slowly.
He had a good half a foot on the Custodian that was trying to face him down, and clearly wasn't intimidated by the man's gun. The Custodian even took a step back, probably in hopes of staying out of Hood's reach. There was another long pause, as a second of the Custodian's spun on Hood and his partner, the man visibly starting at the sight of the towering, angry man that suddenly appeared in the corner. "On the floor!"
Between Jaxen's failed bribe attempt and Hood's delay, Denis' lead was widening. Hood twitched his wrist to draw their attention to his papers, and threw his shoulder a bit to open his jacket to help draw attention to the revolver holstered there, then slowly sunk to a knee with both his hands raised. "Pervaya liniya Security. My client is in the office."
Once he went to his knees, the short Custodian grabbed the papers from his hand and handed them to the officer behind him, who looked them over. Another closed on the office door, then stopped when the store's owner opened it. She and Mr Arrabat walked out at the speed of crippled old people, and with all the confidence and indifference that came with their age.
The ensuing barrage of questions quickly told the Custodians that their boy was long gone, but the idiots insisted on searching the shop, as if the lad might have been hiding under a desk. Five minutes after they barged into the shop, the Custodian's took their exit, on the boy's now cold trail.
Hood collected his papers and tucked them away, standing up and moving to help Mr Arrabat and the shop clerk to their feet, "This is why I don't like deviating from the itinerary, Sir."
Mr Arrabat just chuckled and brushed off his knees, "You're right, of course. But, I am all done here. Now I must hope I have patience to spare for this party, yes?"
Another annoyed frown from Hood; he wasn't a fan of high-class shindigs, to say the least. But it was a paying job...a doubly paying job, actually, and if this was the worst that happened, it would be well worth the coin. Mr Arrabat and the clerk bid their adieu's and Hood adjusted his jacket, then brushed off his knees as an afterthought. Expensive clothes weren't worth the hassle.
Edited by Hood, Jul 27 2013, 06:41 PM.