Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20150806184438/@comment-26130256-20150912195256

"Yes, but not just for this," Uriel kept explaining, grabbing another folder. "If it was just the family who wronged me, I might find it in my heart to let it slide, but there's more to the story.  Once my former bosses got taken out of the game, I made my way to Atlas, and fell in with a new outfit, the Blackbriar gang.  After they saw my skill, they eventually trusted me with a nice cushy position of authority.  But more on me later.  Now, the story turns to these guys."

A picture from the second folder, this time. A half-dozen people, all dressed in suits with varying degrees of armor on top. They were standing on what appeared to be a small mountain of destroyed SDC security robots, and the fearsome guns they carried were firing off camera at probably more. They each had a large duffel bag over one shoulder, and one of them appeared to be leaking money. But the part that drew the eye were the white masks they all wore, all decorated with some kind of clown-like motif.

"These are the Harlequinns," Uriel spoke with more than a hint of malice. "The term in the business is 'heister', but they're basically a team of master thieves who operate out of Atlas.  You name it, they've broken in and stolen it.  Banks, jewelry stores, art galleries, mercenary companies, drug deals, and Dust by the truckload.  Insanely good fighters, and with those masks, nobody has a clue about their real identities.  But after months of digging, I found some old correspondence between Brine, their leader, and Don Ochre, the head of the Cardamom family.  Apparently the Don needed some serious smuggling done, and he needed it done right. While Brine was a little short-handed after one of their members went to fly solo.  So they struck a deal.  The smuggling in exchange for a few months of work from a real up-and-comer in the family who just needed some experience, to make his bones as we say." He gestured towards Azzie's photo, his meaning obvious.

"So he ran with the Quins for a few months.  The last job they pulled before dissappearing again was a little place called the Four Sands Mirage Casino.  A fine place to go get drunk and lose some money, but the Blackbriars use it as an enormous money-laundering front.  Just to put it into perspective, here's a picture of the vault." Uriel pulled out another picture, showing a truly massive metal room with piles of money, some gold, and even weapon cases scattered on various tables.

"They cleared the place out in a single night, without setting off an alarm.  Somewhere near 82 million Lien in cash, among other things, gone like ice in an oven." His grip on the table tightened, and his Aura thorns left another unpleasant series of marks. "Guess who used to be the head of security for the Four Sands Mirage."