A/N: The following takes place- Just enjoy the fun. Seriously.
Petal 07.95 - Grouping Up
In an abandoned warehouse outside the borders of Vale, Roman stood up on a podium as a projector highlighted his current scheme. His hired goons, a detachment from the White Fang sent by Adam, some random thugs looking for a quick pay, as well as Cinder's special forces- Emerald and Mercury; sat on chairs as the man in suit spoke their next plan of attack. Neo was nowhere to be seen, yet she is there- her presence as well as her alluring perfume permeating the room.
"So- with most of the dust heist done- our progress for Cinder's plan to leak Grimm into the city is on it's way. Though baring minor...annoyances." Roman leered at his own men- the white suit goons looking squeamish among the tougher, and better troops in the room. "We can proceed to our next plan. Neo?"
Neo appeared on cue as she hand him a folder from Cinder herself. Even he doesn't know what it contains- but what he knows it'll probably be a bigger problem for him to tackle. Especially with little red and the renegade white fang out there trying to figure them out. As long as he gets paid, it doesn't matter.
Perusing a few pages, his eyes bulged before he slouched and uncharacteristically groaned into the mic. A few heads turned in curiosity, Mercury felt a smirk on his lips, Emerald raised an eyebrow as to why while Neo turned around to watch Roman losing his overly hyped mood in a matter of seconds.
"...Okay, who's the idiot who did this?" said Roman as he raised the folder up high. "You're in deep shit- and I can't save your ass if you don't fess up. So who did it."
Murmurs can be heard throughout the dingy building, but still no one fess up. They were as much as confused as he is- though Roman was beyond miffed.
"Very Funny. Fine. I'll just say it out loud if it pleases you so much. Just a fair warning- Cinder has worse punishments than killing you." said Roman as he cleared his throat expecting an eventual bloodbath. With a snap of his fingers, the projector changed to an map around Mt. Glenn.
"Oh right- Before everything else, be careful about these." Roman snapped and the picture temporarily changed to Atlesian Robot Forces. On the side of the screen were the words Operating Equipment. "These guys pack a punch. If you can steal them, well you get a bonus. Moving on-" Roman once more returned to the previous slide.
"Okay, so you" Roman pointed to a section of White Fang troops. "Are going to be here, here and here. You will be our little militia- our soldiers that'll set up the bombs that'll cause Grimm to approach."
"You-" This time to the hired thugs. "Will stay here at base and wait for my signal- we're robbing more shops to divert attention from the others." A few of them nodded and whistled- finally they get some action and maybe some good loot.
"You-" To Emerald and Mercury. "Are going continue to lay low. Cinder says here that she needs you to go around town and go on reconnaissance. If you see any of the usual targets, capture and do not kill them. Dunno what that means but whatever." Both of them nodded in response.
"Those who will fail will end up regretting it. Aside from the jester who earned him a spot already, you really definitely do not want to end up here." said Roman grimly. A sudden tension filled the room as some White Fang troops- notably the female ones, were shaking.
"Alright, so that's that, and I'll give you your names. White Fang, your our bombardment squad. Boys, you're our contracted troops. Kids, you're our kill squad. Those who fail will end up in the "brigade"." A few heads nodded, while a few tilted and wondered about the brigade part.
"Okay, let me just make a few alterations. I hope you say your prayers, cause I'm not saving your ass." said Roman as he typed on his podium- and in an instant the names of the squad appeared on the screen. Once more Roman cleared his throat, and took a good look at the people in front of him. The Female white fang member's were bloodthirsty or were blushing under their eye masks. His men were laughing like idiots, Mercury couldn't hold it and laughed to the floor as Emerald felt the urge to kill the bastard who named their assigned section rising. Neo, throughout the entire thing looked at Roman puzzled but changed to silent mirth- though she couldn't audibly laugh, she fell to her knees as she pointed at the screen.
"So in summary, BOOBS(Bestiary's Optimal Overkill Bombardment Squad) will show their stuff to attract some lively beasts, CUNTS(Contracted Unified National Troops) will be giving the town a show they'll never forget as DICKS(Dangerous Invisible Contract Kill Squad) will flop on about and sodomize any unwilling poor sap who'll get in their way. Be careful of those HOEs(Huge Operating Equipment); they pack quite a punch if you lack experience. They're reusable too- just flip em and you can use both sides. You can go catch one if you want, assuming you don't die from them first. And if you fail, you're all ending up in the other BOOB(Bestiality Order and Orgy Brigade.) Any questions?"
"WHAT THE HELL ARE THOSE NAMES?!"
"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?"
"THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER MATE! HAHA!"
"FIRST TIME WE GET IN ACTION, AND WE GET PROMOTED TO UNIFIED TROOPS. BOYS, WE'RE STRIKING RICH TONIGHT!"
"WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU FILTHY RACIST-"
Roman watched as the crowd devolve as more slurs and wild accusations are thrown across the room. He, all the while looked around and tried to find the obvious culprit- but couldn't. He can't see Mercury doing this stunt- at least if it involve's Cinders file. If it were any other file- he'd be on it like a rat to fondue.
"This is going to get hairy." said Roman as he stepped down and went to a still beyond happy Neo.
"Neo, go grab me some whiskey or whatever vodka you have left. I need a drink."
After progress was made, Cinder and Roman talked over dinner- both of them alone in the warehouse- and yet the woman was as dangerously beautiful as ever. It was a sight to see Cinder's fury once she got ahold of what happened though. Suffice to say- the perpetrator wished he was put to death; but he was denied. Roman and Neo were unaware of this, however.
"So...how did those CUNTS go?" said Cinder as she sipped her tea.
"Oh you know, they got creamed. Never underestimates Atlas' forces. Their weight in forces plowed through them like it was nothing. They even used some of their HOEs.
"They look a bit worn down though."
"Like I said, flip em over- you can still use the other side. Reusable for your pleasure."
"What about...DICKS?"
"They stuck out in the open and it caught unwanted attention. Emerald's never been the same since meeting her."
"Really? That scared?"
"She barely walk."
"She should be glad she didn't shower her with that white-"
"Don't remind me. Null dust is hard to remove- especially after it's already inside you."
"They should appreciate this isn't dirty work."
"At least CUNTS managed to blue balled some of those cops. Clearing their way through the thick brush of city alleys gave them sacks full of goodies. Neo's enjoying some of their load. Girl is greedy I tell ya."
"And BOOBS?"
"Started out big and turned out to be a bust- Adam didn't send us the real deal."
"I must admit, however, they were quite attractive. I may still have some use for them..."
"In the other BOOB?"
"One is as fun as the other, only this time...I won't be showing mercy."
"Motorboating them isn't already enough?"
"You've got to squeeze out every tension from them. That's how you make them scream."
"Oh they screamed alright- sending them out to sea then exploding their boat while Grimm tore their bodies..."
"Too much excitement for you?"
"Even I know when enough is enough."
"You just need...to enjoy yourself."
"I'll do it on my time."
"Let's...continue with dinner then. After that, we can have our talk up in the mountains."
"Trying to lure me up those peaks?"
"For a simple talk."
"Nothing is simple."
"Hush...dinner. We can continue after that."
A/N: I'm keeping those names by the way.