Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26130256-20151030063516/@comment-5426254-20151103153438

Violet Cesario was shopping for clothes in a fancy shopping mall, to the sound of ambient trance when she received a message on her Scroll.

"Hello? What is it?", she said, trying out the clothes, as she set the Scroll to SOUND ONLY.

"Ms. Wolfsheim ... or should I say Cesario. Congrats on your little magazine cover."

Violet shook her head as she quickly paid the purchase with her credit card.

What is that Brine, of these Harlequin nuts doing here?

"What do you want, Brine, old sport?" Violet asked, annoyed.

"First, you can get whatever you need, Violet. Then we'll talk."

As she reached her custom purple convertible, she continued the call.

"Cesario, I know who you are. You and your "Dark Violet" alter ego."

"And?"

"And I want you to do a little job for me."

"Why don't you Harlequins handle this yourselves? Why do you need me to do it?"

"Because this job involves stealing from the Master's Realm ... and I can't reach our guys right now."

"And what's so important that you need me to steal from these vigilante pricks, old sport?"

"These vigilante pricks," Brine asserted, "currently have a very important algorithm in a valuable cube."''

"That's it, old sport? A box with a mysterious code scribbled on a piece of paper? Heh. I could buy the damn thing and use it as a paperweight!"

"This algorithm, Cesario, will spell the end of all encryption systems and passwords. Even the ridiculously long ones! You, me, the Black Chariot, and anybody else like us in Remnant will be rotting behind bars if the Master's Realm figures it out!"

Now Violet was shocked. All passwords exposed? Her gang members discovered and imprisoned? Her jobs and contracts on ShadowNet revealed to the public? Her wealth seized and any hopes of building an empire to be the child of God, and woo her golden girl, dashed? Not on her watch!

"Fine," she muttered. "I'm in."

"Glad to see you're with us. This team will involve working with one of the Cardamoms, a few Beacon students, a couple of Flagg's Eliminators, and a thief."

"Who?"

"Let's have lunch at Melange a Trois, Cesario. I've also called one of the specialists from Queenston's. He's someone you used to work with.

Violet frowned as she realized who it was, but nevertheless, continued to drive to the destination. --- Queenston Arms Research Lab

The sound of sparks on metal collided as George Gainsborough was busy MiG (Metal inert Gas) welding pieces of steel on his new ... thingamajig in his patchwork section of the lab.

Then an employee came in.

"The top execs wants to see you."

The two then walked past the pristine, white halls that were the zeitgeist of the company's interior design, and all the way to the boardroom, where the Chief Operations Officer (COO) greeted them.

"Ah, George! Listen, we are sending you on assignment."

"And what would it be?"

"A man named Brine, of the heist team the Harlequin Gang, contacted us about a very important artifact," the exec said, showing George a diagram of the cube with strange markings.

"Okay, and why should I steal this?"

"This cube posesses an algorithm that can decipher any encrypted passcode using prime numbers. In other words, should someone get their hands on this box and figure out this code, it would be the end of passwords or any sort of privacy! And having no privacy to our files will make sure that our company, and our associates will be bankrupt!"

The COO made sure to subtly explain the gist of the problem to an uneducated man like George, though he also made sure to conceal against him what he truly wanted: to make sure that the company's dirty laundry, among others, would never see the light of day.

"So, if you refuse to take this mission, you'll not only be responsible for making sure the company is out of business, and you'll also be fired!"

"Got it. Where and who has it?"

"According to Brine, it's with some lousy goody-two shoe punks named the Master's Realm," the exec continued. "He says it's in some warehouse before it leaves in a week. I've spoken to the guys at Lafleur, Asclepius, and Kronos, and we all agree that it is in our best interests that you succeed...or else."

They then went to the front entrance, decorated with as much leather and carpet furnishings, complete with gold trims here and there.

And in this room, he received a call on his Scroll.

"Hello, Mr. Gainsborough. I assume the execs ran you through on the job?"

"And you're-"

"Brine, Mr. Gainsborough."

"Why me, of all people?"

"You've got talent, kid. Especially when it comes to stealing that box over there. Now, you'll be working with a crew. It has Beacon students, two Eliminator mercs, an ex-con, and an old pal of yours."

"Go on."

"Tell you what. How about lunch at Melange a Trois? We can talk about how to beat the Master's Realm in this gig there."

After the call ended, the two resumed their conversation.

"Okay," the executive continued. "I've pulled some strings and prepped a file about you. When you head there, you will tell the Master's Realm that we sent you there as a security tester, when you actually steal the thing. Now, if you succeed, you'll not only keep your job, but we will also give you several bonuses on your contract. No pressure."

Looks like I might be livin' off the fatta' the land, George thought as he made his way to the parking garage. --- Violet and George were at the front entrance of the Melange a Trois, when they finally bumped into each other.

"You," George muttered. "What are you doing here?"

"For the same reason you are, old...sport," Violet replied, gritting her teeth.

So she's the 'old pal' Brine was talking about, George muttered. Why of all people did it have to be her?

The two tensely stared at each other, before they waited for a table.

"I can't believe you decided to ditch the Black Chariot like that," Violet muttered.

"It's because I have my own dreams, Cesario. And I ain't gonna tend them wabbits with you around."

As much as he annoyed her, he reminded her of Memories that very night.

Now, the hard part was trying to deal with each other while they waited for the rest of the crew... --- Music:

Aivi Tran and Steven Velema - Amalgam (Steven Universe OST)