Back into the Lion's Den (closed-ish)

[Macbeth]

Macbeth was pulling off a virtuoso performance right now, because she looked calm and tough and was, in fact, on the verge of a heart attack. Whatever Goblin thought of Gypsy--and Beth didn't even fucking know Goblin--they were about to hand her over to the most ruthless gang leader in New York. And it might be the only way they could complete their mission. Hell, it might be the only way they could save their own lives at this point--but that didn't mean they could just...

She glanced at Risk, looked away before Sammie could notice, and finally resorted to sending him a frantic telepathic message as they headed for Eastman's office. What do we do, what do we do, what do we do...?

[Sammie]

"We hand him over to Eastman and we're done, right?" said Risk as he looked over at Sammie as she led them inside and towards Eastman's office once again.

"Depends on what he says," said Sammie calmly, quite relieved that they'd made it this far. She was worried that the two were going to make things more difficult but they just made things smoother than she imagined. Maybe they weren't so bad, after all.

"We're here," she muttered, knocking on his door before entering inside. Sammie let Risk walk Gypsy in the room, closing the door once they all filed inside.

"Well, well, look who it is," grinned Eastman once he saw Gypsy.

[Gypsy]

Gypsy lifted her chin, clenching her jaw. "How ya doin' Bobby. Didja' miss me? That why you sent these numb skulls to come find me?"

[Macbeth]

Macbeth had no plan right now. Not even the shadow of a plan. She plastered a cocky expression on her face and figured this was it. They'd just go through with it. She'd hope and pray that Gypsy was, in fact, a total creep, and this was totally justified. At least it would be over.

Unless 'over' just meant that her and Risk's usefulness had come to an end. That wouldn't be good. Her hand drifted very slowly toward the hem of her dress, just in case.

[Sammie]

"You know I do," he smiled slyly, walking in front of her and touching her cheek. "I always do. Y'know, when one of my little ones run off, it just makes me mad. Why'd you have to do that, hm?"

Risk clenched his fist, wishing that he was somewhere else right now. He didn't know this Gypsy girl but he wasn't about to do any harm to her right now. Trying to search for some way out, Risk looked around the room for something, anything that might help. It was then that he noticed Sammie's look on her face. She was glowering at Gypsy, obviously jealous that Eastman's attention wasn't towards her.

"What do you want us to do with her?" interrupted Sammie, looking at Eastman.

"Teach her a lesson," he answered, taking a step back and sitting back in his chair. "Now. Go."

[Gypsy]

Gypsy set her jaw, refusing to let her nerves show on her face. She sent Eastman a hard look. Jimmy would take care of him. She knew he would.

When Sammie grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the room, she yanked her arm away. "Come on now, Sammie. Don't do anything stupid."

[Macbeth]

Macbeth's eyes moved between Eastman and Sammie and finally settled on Risk. There was no way to consult with him, to decide how far they were willing to take this. They'd each have to figure that out for themselves.

Following her "allies" and their prisoner out of the room, she closed the door behind them. One of her tiny switchblades was clutched tightly in her hand now, and she had the barest hint of a plan developing in her mind, but first she had to see what Sammie would do.

[Sammie]

"Watch your back, bitch," snapped Sammie at Gypsy as she glared at her and led her towards another room not too far away. It wasn't the same prisoner room that Beth and Alec visited yesterday but another one almost just like Eastman's office yet smaller and cramped with two people. She knocked on the door without a word, peered inside to find two of Eastman's right hand men and nodded at Gypsy.

"You know the drill. Get in there," she replied, nudging her towards the door.

[Gypsy]

Gypsy's eyes widened at the sight of them, her panic overriding her sensibilities. She whirled, hissing at Sammie. "You can't. I--I'm--you just can't let them do this."

[Macbeth]

Macbeth was ready to explode. By nature, she had no caution, no restraint, and she'd been exercising them both for two days straight, almost entirely for Risk's sake. But if she didn't take a goddamn risk now, they were both going to take a moral plunge that she wasn't sure they could ever come back from.

So she snapped, "Do what she says, bitch," and punched Gypsy in the stomach. But not as hard as she could have. And in the process, drawing on all her old pickpocket skills, she slipped her precious knife into Gypsy's hand. And you bloody well better not waste it on me or Risk, she thought.

[Sammie]

Risk looked at Macbeth in awe, quite surprised at what she'd just pulled.

"Get inside," he growled before any of the other girls had a chance to lose their temper. "Now."

[Gypsy]

Gypsy turned just in time, instinctively protecting her stomach, so Macbeth only her in the side of her gut, though that probably hurt more. She clutched the secret knife in her fist, shooting Macbeth a look. She crossed the threshold, giving Sammie another look, almost pleading. "Don't let them do this." It wasn't even about her anymore. Not really.

((Oh, geez, I've been attacked by a plot bunny))

[Macbeth]

Beth silently followed the others into the room, closing the door behind them. She'd done all she could, though it hadn't been much, and she still doubted whether Gypsy could make it out of here. But it was out of her hands now. Speaking of hands, she found one of hers encircling Risk's arm, pulling him back from Sammie and Gypsy and the thugs standing guard. Everything was about to go all to hell, and she wanted them both as far away as possible.

((Tell, tell! ;D Or just put it into action, muahaha.))

[Sammie]

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"We'll be back soon," answered Sammie, ignoring Gypsy as she closed the door and let Macbeth and Risk run off.

Risk, however, breathed out a sigh and gently squeezed Macbeth's hand. He led her farther down the hallway, just enough to keep an eye on Sammie and the room. "You alright?" he muttered, finally looking at Macbeth.

[Gypsy]

((Haha, well, Rae and me had done a future thread with Jimmy and Gypsy's future daughter Jacqueline and Sean...based on the ages we made them, Gypsy would have to be pregnant now, barely pregnant, but still...which is why she's all like 'no, don't do this'))

The sound of the door closing echoed in Gypsy's ear, and she clutched the pocket knife in her closed fist, standing straight and still.