Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20150722165754/@comment-26130256-20151028172205

"My first heist?  I thought that I was here because they couldn't pin anything on me," Azulius sweatdropped, tossing the guard a seven. The heister  stayed with a twenty, and handed back the cards for another hand. It would have been really nice to see his own file, but that favor would have to wait for later. "All right, but like I said, none of this is admissible in court."

"It was back when I was still a soldato.  I was born into the Cardamom crime family, as you already know.  One of our big competitors, the Blackbriar Gang, had been leaning on some local shops for protection money, shops who paid us.  So we set up to do a hit on this big jewelry store in Vacuo, remind them what happens to messing with what's ours.  After all, what good's protection money if it doesn't protect?"

"Don Ochre put me in charge of planning and executing the affair.  Not sure what Grandpa was thinking, but he insisted I could handle it.  And when I first sat down with the blueprints and info we got from casing, I just... saw things.  Blind spots from the camera, most likely spots for the alarm boxes, it all just flowed.  I had the plan in half the time everyone expected."

"Fast forward to the job.  It all went like clockwork.  Knocked out the guards, disabled the display case alarm, zip-tied everyone in the store, and started loading jewelry into the truck.  No one had time to hit the alarm buttons, and it looked like we would get out scot-free.  But just when we had cleaned the place out, I saw something that wasn't on the blueprints.  There was a door in the back, really well hidden too.  I figured they were hiding some drugs or guns or something else we could sell for a quick buck."

"What I found was a room about as big as two of the cells here, with about a dozen Faunus slaves in it.  We didn't have the space or time to bring them with us to help, and the family doesn't do the slave trade.  So, in the heat of the moment, as the boss, I made a decision.  We ripped up the door so anyone could see it, hit the alarm button ourselves, then disappeared with the loot before the cops arrived.  The official story is that the cops were investigating the robbery when they 'stumbled upon evidence of a slave-trading operation'.  They of course suspected the family, but between not leaving fingerprints and wiping the camera footage, they were chasing ghosts."

"The Don was overjoyed.  We stole something like a quarter million Lien in jewels, not counting the value of the slaves that the Briars lost, all without any evidence." Azzie closed his eyes, losing himself in a memory. "You want to talk about a rush?  I've fooled around with some drugs and liquor and sex, but nothing on earth compared to hauling ass out of there with enough shiny things to by a nice house with the cops minutes behind us.  Nothing.  And from then on, whenever the Cardamoms needed something stolen, they turned to me.  After a year or so, I formed my own crew that was... how did we say it?  Loosely confederated with the family.  And the rest is history."

"Now, do you have any clarifying questions, or can I move on to ask you what exactly my file says about me?"