Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25119920-20150417182333/@comment-26130256-20150420163141

"Makes sense." Azzie agreed, taking another gulp of chocolate. "According to my people, Satan's Legion is already in the same weight class as the Torchwick Gang, meaning they have roughly half the city under their thumb.  They're going to be wanting a big pile of Dust and money.  But since they have the Antroz company as a shell, I'm curious why they don't just siphon off some resources from there.  Also, their rookie leader prefers the 'kidnap and torture' route when it comes to people crossing him, so if you really want to shut them down, we either need to hit them pretty hard, or make sure they can't trace anything back to us."

"But hold on," Azulius said, catching the ending of Iris's speedy rant. "But how would we talk them into robbing a bank?  Their forte is hurting people, not breaking and entering." He leaned back in his chair, eyes on the ceiling, trying to remember some of the old con games that, given his "interesting" childhood, were like bedtime stories to him.

"The Fiddle Con?" he wondered out loud. "No, they need money to spend, not the other way around."

"The Mantle Prisioner?  I can't imagine these guys shelling out for a loved one, assuming they have any."

"The Arendelle Snowcone?  We'd need at least a thousand kilos of Ice dust, and I'm pretty sure you're not a soprano."

Then it hit him. "The Grecian Retreat!  We'll pull a Grecian Retreat on them!" Azzie eyed Iris expectantly, assuming a woman of her intellect knew what he was talking about.