Waiting for the Leader

[tshamien]

"What kinda idiot brags about kidnapping somebody?" Tristan said with an eye roll.

"None of it makes any sense! She's got no gambling connections cept Race..." Jimmy said and then sighed heavily.

[Spot Conlon]

Spot glared at Cor. "You run with this blackjack fella?"

[Buccaneer]

Cor frowned and shook his head though as soon as it hit him he looked over at Bucky, "Christ, ya don' think..."

"Where's Isa?" Buccaneer asked.

"Bunkroom last couple days she --" he stopped and looked at Spot. At that moment things started to fall int place. "Dark hair-- small.. Rae from the back could pass for Isa if'n you weren't payin' attention close and didn' know exactly what you were after."

"Blackjack was one of the boys in the gang that we got Isabella off of," Buccaneer pointed out, rubbing his hand over his face. "Why didn't I see the connection before?"

"If anyone knows where to go, Isa would..." Even if she wouldn't give up the information without an argument.

[Spot Conlon]

"picks?" spot asked, glancing at Tristan. "shit, didn't you have to fix her up few days ago?"

Raven. Oh god.

[tshamien]

"Yeah I did..." He sighed heavily. "They gotta know by now they got the wrong girl though."

[Spot Conlon]

"So why ain't she back yet!" spot demanded, storming towards the door. "let's go."

[Buccaneer]

"Spot they ain't gonna just give her to us," Buccaneer was at least smart though his temper was going. "They know they got the wrong girl, they don't care--- they'll use her to get what they were really after..."

Corsair folded his arms, "Isa said they think she took something when she left... she didn't but they think she did. They'll use Rae to get it back.." Or kill her, there was always that possibility.

[Racetrack]

"So why ain't we leaving, then?" Race demanded, and glanced at Spot before he walked out the door. He and Spot might be at each other's throats half the time, but their goals usually matched up in the end--especially when it came to Rae. He was sorry about this girl, Picks, but he didn't know her; she'd gotten to Brooklyn long after he left. He was going to save Rae...again...and try really hard not to think about the first time he saved her, and pray to God that he wouldn't find her in the same condition he found her in then.

And if the others wanted to talk, well, they could talk on the way.

[Spot Conlon]

Spot crossed his arms over his chest. "you all need to fuckin figure out how to keep your personal shit out of Brooklyn, or none of you can stay here. meanwhile, we're getting Rae back."

Spot looked at Race, nodded, and followed him out the door, knowing Tristan would follow.

[Buccaneer]

Buccaneer looked ready to pounce but Corsair put a hand on his chest and kept him down, narrowing his eyes at the leader's back. He glanced over at Tristan wondering what the other would have to say. If it was personal shit he wanted gone, Cor'd leave. Fact was he stuck around because he was loyal but not of the loyalty wasn't returned.

Buccaneer ground his teeth, he didn't even KNOW that Isa had been beat up. Hell she didn't tell them anything and did keep her shit from Brooklyn but she shouldn't have had too and that made him irrate. "Get the fuck off a me, Cor." Temper raging, Bucceneer tried not to look at Race. The idea that he could act like that after all the shit sent his temper boiling. AT that moment if it wasn't Raven he would have walked his ass up to the bunk room and not done a damn thing. "You know what Conlon-- maybe if you'd take your own advice this shit wouldn't happen." Oh and he was too mad to stop his own mouth from running.

Corsair sighed and rubbed his nose and got in front of Buccaneer. "Look, Bucky you wanna fight. Break the heads of the blokes that hurt your sister. Conlon, aim your temper where it fuckin belongs." If someone had to be an adult about this then it'd have to be him, it irritated him to no end.

[tshamien]

"everyone calm the fuck down," Tristan snapped, nearly
Growling as he spoke. He glared at everyone. "were gonna get her back and that ls the end of it."

[Spot Conlon]

Spot stood next to Race in the doorway, and shot Cor and Bucky a cold glare. "Don't you ever tell me what to do." he looked at Tristan, irritated that they were talking back, trying to team up against him.

"let's go."

[tshamien]

Tristan nodded to Spot and followed his out the door. He stepped up next to Spot and Race, "we need to take them by some sort of surprise. We don't know how many guys are gonna be there."

[Racetrack]

"I really should've brought Wraith," Race muttered, thinking it would be nice if you could just carry that girl in your pocket for emergencies. "There might be a back entrance. We can send someone ahead to scout it out before we go in."

[Corsair]

Corsair didn't care to catch up as he walked on, his hands in his pockets more than willing to let those three run into something they weren't ready for. It was his passive aggressive way in a sense, if they wanted what he knew-- they could damn well ask him he wasn't in the mood to deal with more than one hot head. Loved Rae like a sister, it was the truth, and he'd do his part to see her safe. This-- irritatingly closed minded circle had his temple throbbing.

And Buccaneer's temper wasn't helping, Cor was guessing to aim him at someone with a guy and let him go nuts. It'd work of his energy.

When Cor heard Race he shoved his hands into his pockets, they were thinking this was going to be that easy? But for him he knew these types, hell he was one of their type.s. "If I were them, I wouldn' keep her where I do business... it ain't smart and the thugs may not be smart but Blackjack ain't no fool."