My back hurts thanks to this cold winter day…damn you…
Anyways, here's your chapter. Here's the Discord: /cgFmXz3qJ5
Tuck couldn't have been more wrong about this. Thanks to Sil, Tuck had managed to land the unpaid "trial" post for security at the auction. He'd been given a spare Wave uniform, sunglasses included (which seemed redundant since by the time the auction started the sun was actually setting.). The main foyer of the mansion was large enough to fit everything that was needed for the night's events. Several chairs had been set up for the guests that had already begun pouring in. Closer to the back of the foyer, just before the stairs that led up to the second floor, a stage had been set up to show off the items up for sale.
Speaking of the guests, Tuck was nervous just seeing some of these guys. Of course, considering who they were, they brought some thugs of their own as a show of strength. He'd managed to get a look at the guest list earlier and oh god most of the names on that list could and would kill him.
First up there were the daughters of the boss of the Spider syndicate, Melanie and Miltia Malachite. The two seemed unarmed, but this was Kuchinashi. No one was ever really without a weapon. They'd brought a small group of Spider thugs along with them, though the cat Faunus with blue ears stood out a little bit more than the others.
Then there was the boss of the Hana Guild, Vermillion Raddock. Raddock was a giant of a man, both in height and muscle. The best way to describe him? Kuchinashi's own version of Bane. He wore a dark red leather jacket over a black shirt with red pants and some bits of armor around the knees. The Bane comparison worked well since he wore a mask as well, only his was more like something out of the Saw movies, a dark grey pig mask. Some might've questioned that bit of fashion...but then they'd remember the person they were talking to could crush their throat in his hands.
After him was the representative of the Hearth, a guild of thieves and assassins native to the city, Abigail Pyre. She was like Mina in her build, lithe as one would expect from a trained killer. Her outfit's color scheme matched Raddock's, being various shades of dark red so as to not stand out too much. Silver armor was fitted over the middle of her long-sleeved red shirt to give just a little bit more defense. Nothing heavy enough to slow her down, but nothing that would make her impossible to hurt either.
And lastly there were the Albain brothers, Corsac and Fennec. High ranking members of the Black Sheep syndicate. Unlike most of the other groups attending tonight, the Black Sheep were more zealous. Cruelty was a common trait among all groups represented here, in one form or another, but none of them were quite like the Black Sheep. Some people outright said they were a cult. It wasn't a baseless claim, either. Many members of the crime family gave off the feeling they had been indoctrinated, obvious in their words and some of their actions. Corsac and Fennec were perhaps the best examples of that. Both brothers were fox Faunus, Corsac having a tail while Fennec sported a pair of fox ears. The two were clad in red hoods that also worked as cloaks, black tunics with two sections that extended a little further down in the front. Both hood and tunic were styled with white trimming. The two Faunus, and their retinue, had all entered with their hands clasped in a prayer-like fashion(feeding more credence to the cult theory).
Tuck could feel this suffocating and tense hang in the air like someone from the gallows. There wasn't any chit chat or even an attempt to seem friendly. Instead, all interactions were had through mean mugging and side eye glances. Tuck constantly second guessed who would be the most dangerous. Abigail was pretty low on the bracket, even though she could know a handful of different ways to kill him. The Hearth were efficient if nothing else and the fact she was at the bottom of the list, comparatively, was a terrifying thought.
The Malachite twins were a perfect duo, from what he'd heard. They'd taken on some rather Herculean foes without so much of a sweat and were known for being able to take down far more skilled opponents. Their own combat skills, coupled with their agility, probably let them slice some arteries with ease. And also, the fact that, despite being 23 or something, they looked like they were teens. How?
Then there was Raddock, like he said, the Bane of Remnant. But Tuck wasn't scared by the sheer power he carried. No, he was scared by his intelligence. He had broken out of high security prisons a number of times, and taught himself a variety of skills and languages just sitting in his cell and tactfully disguised those skills when deemed necessary. No wonder he was so feared, no one would think a meathead like that was intelligent.
Then came the other twins in the room, Corsac and Fennec. Former White Fang members, manipulative ones, too. People were always put off guard by every word the two Faunus said, letting them believe they were safe. A long time ago, they were rubbing shoulders with the new leader of the Vale cell before that botched mission. They spoke like mystics, which might have been why some people were so won over, their speeches dripping with charisma. Was it fake or real? Who could tell. One of them was also scanning the room like Tuck, which made the thief in question wonder if they were planning something as well.
Tuck was having second doubts, stealing when so many powerful people were in the room.
Almost like she was there, Tuck could practically hear Cricket encourage him to go through with this. If they pulled this off, they'd screw over all of these assholes. After all, this worked out with their rule. Well, not officially but criminal syndicates fit under the corporation umbrella. As long as you bend the definition a little.
"Well. If Rex could topple one crime lord...we can topple a bunch." Tuck told himself. "Let's hope this goes as planned."
Outside the mansion, as the sun truly set and the moon started to rise, several of the Wave agents made their rounds around the mansion proper. One of them, unbeknownst to the other thugs, had been knocked unconscious. He was about to call in that he'd found a pair of intruders on the grounds, two Faunus of all people. And then someone jumped him from behind, grabbing him in a chokehold until he passed out.
"Missed one, did we?" "Amber" smirked after hiding the unconscious thug.
"Yeah, that's on me," Cricket admitted.
Cinder almost made a move to summon up her glass bow on reflex so she could guard the two, but stopped herself before the magic could even begin to flow. Not now. Not when they're looking. If she was on her own, however, oh she'd almost feel sorry for whoever got in her way, because she still had quite a bit of pent up anger she needed to let out. Being with these three helped but, in the end, there was only ever gonna be one way for her to truly settle her score with Tennyson and Rose. Maybe Raven too, if she wasn't dead already.
Maybe she was just saving it for those two. Those two were perfect for one another, too perfect really. The second that one of them died would let Cinder score herself an easy second kill.
She smirked a little bit at the thought. Oh, she couldn't wait for that day to finally come...
While "Amber" was on guard and lost in her thoughts, Cricket had walked over to Skywdd who had found a backdoor that must've been overlooked by the guards. They were probably so confident in their security they opted not to waste the manpower. Either that or they just didn't know about this one, but that seemed like a bit of a stretch in hindsight.
"You got this?" Cricket whispered.
"Of course I do," Skwydd smirked.
"Great, then get out the crowbar."
"I didn't bring it."
Cricket froze and then almost blew their cover in anger, "You what?!"
"Relax. I didn't forget to bring a way in," the squid Faunus said, reaching into his pocket and getting out a lockpick.
"...you can't be serious. We both know you suck with those!"
"But it is a lot quieter than a crowbar. Lotta people might hear the door getting jammed open from the inside."
Cricket sighed, motioning for him to start. Sometimes, she hated it when he had a point.
Skwydd fiddled with the lock for a brief minute. To Cinder, his lock picking skills weren't on par with, say, Neo, but it worked. He got them in as the lock gave way with a satisfying click. No problems whatsoever. Skwydd allowed himself a small smile at the success.
"Gonna need to brush up on that skill, cuz I might be a natural at it." Skwydd grinned. Cricket rolled her eyes.
Cinder started to back up when she heard the click of the door. She didn't take her eyes off the corner, making sure no one else found them. Once she was absolutely sure no one was even close, she quickly made her way into the mansion, silently closing the door behind her. The guard that just rounded the corner was none the wiser.
The door itself led into a garage that seemingly had gone untouched for maybe a little under a month if the dust was anything to go by. In the top left corner of the room was a larger cellar door, left wide open and showing a staircase that leads underground.
The Fall Maiden made note of that. Could be useful later.
"Alright. Where did Tuck say she kept the goodies again?" Cricket hummed.
"He said there was a room in the back on one of the upper floors," Skywdd recalled.
"Amber" nodded and joined up with the others as Skywdd found the door out of the garage. He carefully opened it, peeking out of the back room and looking around for guards. He heard someone move away from the door, not passing by the door itself but more the hallway the door opened out to.
"Think we're good," Skywdd whispered before slowly opening the door all the way. They were still in the clear. So far so good.
Amber and the others stayed close to the shadows, just in case. But, this was going pretty good…for now.
The group froze for a moment as they made their way through the estate stealthily whenever they heard a guard stop or move by them. These guards must've been either blind or overconfident because none of them found the trio. They had a few close calls along the way, sure, but nothing that would outright blow their cover.
"Wish one of us had an ability to cloak everyone else. That'd be pretty useful right now…" Skywdd frowned.
"Yeah, but we'd get cocky with it. The minute we're confident about not being found, someone's gonna bump into us," Cricket countered.
"Please. I wouldn't take invisibility for granted. I have self control," Skwydd scoffed.
"I might not have known you for as long as Cricket or Tuck but I can confidently say…that's a lie," "Amber" smirked, "You would use it every day, for the smallest of things."
"She's right and she should say it." Cricket nodded, as they reached the supposed room, finding it locked as well. Skwydd grinned at the new opportunity.
"Time to test my skills again." Skywdd said, rubbing his hands together.
"So, how much are we betting against him?" Cinder whispered.
"Twenty?" Cricket suggested.
"Why not?"
Skywdd didn't hear the two, either blocking them out or just genuinely not hearing them, as he got to work. He worked with the pick, waiting to hear that satisfying click, but it was taking a bit longer than last time. It made sense that the room with all the valuables would have a better lock than a garage, but the squid Faunus was still giving it his all. His all wasn't good enough though, with no hint of even the smallest give.
"Screw it." Cinder huffed, pushing Skywdd out the way. She was a tiny bit impatient, a little on edge, and just wanted to get this over with. Her semblance could easily reform objects that had been heated, so she could "disassemble" the doorknob easily, right?
She placed her hand to the knob and let her Semblance take effect, heating up the metal.
"Oh yeah, sure. Cheat a little. Show off," Skywdd huffed.
"Hush." Cinder said, slowly melting the handle into a knife they could use in case. The door slowly opened without any trouble after that.
"We're in." Cricket said with an excited grin.
Cinder spun the knife in her hand before she pushed the door fully open, showing them into the makeshift storage room for everything that'd be presented. In truth it was more akin to a private study with a large oak desk and a very expensive looking chair behind it, the back facing the door. The previous owner must have been rather fond of this place, given the amount of books lining all the shelves. Most of the items in here were kept under glass lids and propped up underneath them, though not all. Some of the objects were as mundane as you could get, paintings, jewelry and so on. Some of the items were more...interesting, including a black pearl-sized bead, a silver gauntlet and a seemingly simple black cloak.
The one that caught Cinder's attention the most, however, was a silver and gold necklace with an opal-like jewel embroidered in its centerpiece. Skywdd and Cricket were looking over everything else in the room, but Cinder was drawn to that amulet. She felt something radiate from it, something that couldn't be right. Was this actually...
"No…" Cinder muttered in sheer disbelief, "It's…it's hers?"
The necklace was one of Salem's long forgotten magically enhanced items, bestowed and thought lost for a good few decades. She hadn't remembered who mentioned it, maybe Salem herself or even Tyrian, the important information lost in one of his mad rants, but there was no mistaking the energy.
"What are you guys getting?" Cinder said, putting the amulet down.
"Huh, wonder where they got the Infinity Gauntlet," Cricket joked.
"Infinity Gauntlet, Doc Strange's cape apparently," Skywdd said, having picked up said cape.
Cinder rolled her eyes and shook her head a little at the Marvel jokes.
Cinder walked around some more, and began to realize that a majority of these items they had were all magic, real magic. And very useful, to varying degrees. Salem had lost them long ago and she had assumed they were just destroyed, forgotten by time. Some of them were unrecognizable, even to her.
"Where did she find all of this?" Cinder wondered aloud, without even realizing.
"Don't know," Cricket said, not picking up on the true weight of Cinder's words, "but now I see why most of the major syndicates were invited. Definitely a power move. Wave's trying to make friends out there."
"Powerful friends…" Cinder added, picking up a rather hefty sword. She'd take it for now, equipping the sword underneath her cloak so no one would suspect anything.
"How much you think these are all worth?" Skwydd asked.
"More than you know," Cinder whispered to herself as she looked back to the necklace. What did this do...
"Well the cape's probably not that expensive. Gauntlet might get some money from a good smith. Paintings and jewelry? Guess that just depends," Cricket said, carefully lifting up the glass case to expose the gauntlet.
Cinder held her breath as she looked at that gauntlet. It belonged to Salem as well, once upon a time. The weapon was wielded by one of her first followers and was supposedly indestructible by any means. It was powered by some form of "primal" dust. Again, thought lost, and yet here it was.
Too much of a coincidence.
The necklace, the gauntlet, maybe even the bead and the cape as well. All of these items, empowered by magic, were all about to be sold off to Mistral's criminal syndicates. Maybe this was her chance. Maybe...maybe this was the ace she needed.
Cinder was about to grab the gauntlet when the sound of a loud snore suddenly made the three of them jump. Someone was in here, and thankfully, they were asleep.
But still. Someone was here.
"Shit," Cricket whispered to herself. Cinder was closest to the person...because it sounded like they were in the chair behind the study's desk. She had one hand on the hilt of the dagger she'd made as she made her way to the side of the chair. Sitting in the chair, unaware of the trio, was Marton. Tuck had informed the others about Sil and his team before the auction fortunately.
It would be so easy for Cinder to just end him here and now, but she stayed her hand. As long as he was asleep, they could probably get what they came for and leave without waking the thug.
"So, what do you we do, besides smothering this asshole? If we snuff him out, they'll send out everyone on the payroll after us." Skywdd asked.
"Leave him. Just...just take what we can," Cinder whispered. She quickly lifted the case off the golden and silver necklace and grabbed it, placing it on her neck. Part of her actually wondered what this artifact would do. Considering Salem was the one who masterminded its creation, whatever it did would be a massive help to her. She just needed to figure out what exactly this necklace did.
"Now, come on." Cricket said, zipping up a bag. "Let's get out of here before someone notices-"
"...hey, why's the door missing a knob?" A voice from the outside of the door asked.
"Shit," Cinder cursed, "don't have time for everything. Cape and the gauntlet, we're leaving the rest! We need to go, now! Skywdd, tell Tuck to meet us at the garage. We're taking that cellar staircase out."
"On it!" Skwydd said, getting out his Scroll and sending a message to Tuck. Hopefully he got it in time. The auction itself was set to start at around eight or so. And it was already 7:45.
Tuck was already pretty uncomfortable when he got the message. The room had become a dense blackhole, sucking in anything. He couldn't tell if Raddock was looking at him from behind his mask...
"You good?" Sil asked, snapping Tuck from his freakout.
"Huh? O-oh, yeah. Just...little creeped out is all," Tuck admitted.
"Raddock, right? Guy never takes that mask off in public. Hell, wouldn't surprise if he kept it on 24/7."
"Really into the bit then...but probably helps. No one can read your face if it's behind a mask. No picking up on tells when you're lying..."
"Right…" Tuck frowned, as a door opened. Tuck focused his attention on the doorway, and out she came. The leader of the Wave.
Elizabeth Lemon, a name that sounded fake and jokey, but don't get it wrong. That name would leave a bitter, harsh feeling in anyone's mouth. She was a tall, light-skinned woman with blonde hair and blue eyes. She wore a gold suit and dress pants, and a lemon yellow coat hanging from her shoulders.
"Alright, looks like we're about to start. Keep an eye on Raddock and the Albains. If something happens, it's probably gonna be either of them," Sil said, leaving the potential recruit with that last bit of professional advice. He followed his boss up to the stage, being her second-in-command and all.
"Welcome, all of you. I can imagine you don't want any sort of introductions," The Wave leader allowed herself a small smirk, "So, let us get to business at hand, shall we? We have some excellent items on the block that i'm sure each and every one of you would love to get your hands on."
As Lemon gave her speech, Tuck slowly and subtly slipped away from the main room, heading back to the garage. Hopefully, the others were already there.
The trio were already making a break for the door, ready to knock out the guy outside, but in a heist this big, it was only a matter of time before something went south. As soon as someone called out about the missing doorknob, Marton woke up in the study's chair.
"Ugh...the hell are they talking abou-" Marton began before spinning the chair around, grabbing his weapon and seeing the trio as they were about to make their way out.
"...oh you've gotta be fucking kidding me," Marton chuckled to himself, "Really?"
"You never saw us." Skywdd said, as he created a smokescreen for the trio to hide away in. Marton coughed and gagged, before putting on his goggles.
"Nuh uh! You're not gonna try and outplay me!" Marton said.
"Think we just did!" Cricket called out to taunt. Marton gripped his weapon, a massive iron club and raced into the smokescreen to try and stop them. He took a swing and got lucky, barely missing Cinder. The Fall Maiden easily dodged out of the way of the blind swing, bringing out her dagger and taking her own slash at Marton. The muscle of Sil's group brought up his club to block the flurry of slashes, strikes slashing against the metal.
Cricket quickly raced over to the door and kicked it open, slamming the guard outside in the face and sending him reeling.
"Come on!" Cricket shouted before making a break for it, Skwydd close behind. Cinder gave a few more slashes to the thug before she too fled.
Cinder and the others ran through the halls, as Marton sounded a quiet alarm. That would surely get all people to the hallway, right?
Well, if Tuck hadn't cut the wire then, yeah, it would've been a huge success.
"Where the hell are they..." Marton cursed to himself before he tried to chase down the trio of thieves. Cricket rounded a corner and kicked one of the patrolling guards in the chest, knocking the wind out of him and clearing the path for the others. They just had to make sure Marton didn't catch up with them.
Thanks to no real alarm sounding, the trio just had to deal with whatever unfortunate agent stumbled into their route, getting a quick kick to the chest from Cricket or a swift punch from Skywdd for their troubles.
Cinder wanted to so desperately make sure that the person never got up again, but since the other two were still close, there was nothing she could do. At least this was a faster way.
Tuck managed to get to the garage first, finding a guard investigating the unlocked door.
"Huh. Thought we lock-" the agent began before a bandage wrapped over his mouth and around the rest of his head before throwing him into the wall with a loud thud. The bandage returned to Tuck just as the trio arrived, Cinder being the last one in just to make sure no one was close behind them.
"Alright, we're all here?" Tuck asked.
"Yeah, we didn't grab much but still got some expensive stuff." Cricket grinned. "Downside is that it's all weird."
"We were stealing from a rich guy's mansion, of course it was gonna be weird."
"Ok, fair but weirder than normal. Trust me, you'll see when we're not running for our lives."
"Over here," Cinder said, taking charge from there. She led the group over to the cellar and sending them all ahead of her with what loot they'd managed to grab.
"And you're sure about this?" Skywdd asked, "Don't really know where this leads..."
"I'll tell you where it leads. Away from the hardened criminals who will not hesitate to kill us if they find us!" Cinder hissed, emphasizing that last part. Skywdd ceded the argument there and followed behind the other two.
Cinder made her way down after the squid Faunus and grabbed the large cellar doors. She slammed them shut before looking behind her to see how far the others had gone and, once she was sure they wouldn't see, she used a mix of her Semblance and some Maiden magic to weld the doors shut.
"Okay, so, now what? We're kinda stuck in here. There's a soon to be angry mob up our ass, so..." Skwydd said.
"Uh, not actually stuck," Cricket said. She moved over to one of the walls in the cellar and found a light switch. With a quick flip, a series of lights turned on and led down through a runnel that seemed to have been dug out somewhat recently, maybe in the last few years? Best guess, at least two years old maybe?
"Oh my god, I was right!" Skywdd smirked, "Secret passage!"
"I mean it's not really that secret," Tuck said.
"Ok, we'll debate Skywdd's validation later," Cricket chimed in, "cause if this is a secret exit...I'm taking it."
"I second that," Cinder said, starting off down the tunnel and following the dim lights.
"Hopefully they haven't realized we've got some loot..." Tuck said, as the three made their way down the tunnel. "That dude in the pig mask looked like he was gonna murder me."
"Pig mask?" Cinder asked.
"Long story..." Tuck said.
Back in the foyer, the auction was starting up in earnest now. The criminal representatives were ready to see what exactly Lemon would be putting on display.
"Now then, let's start this bidding war, shall we?" the Wave's leader smirked confidently. As Lemon had given her speech, Sil had sent a signal over to the thugs who'd bring out the items for auction.
"The first item we have for you all is an ornately crafte-" Lemon began, before she was interrupted by an agent walking on stage and up to her. She leaned over to hear what the thug was whispering and her annoyed look turned into one of pure shock.
"YOU WHAT?!" the microphone screeched with feedback awkwardly, making some of the Faunus in the crowd cringe a bit. Lemon was very quickly reminded that she was on stage and chuckled nervously, seeing the looks of confusion and hearing the murmurs from the crowd.
Oh this was not a good start to things.
"Um. Excuse me." Lemon said, quickly tidying her appearance, and muting her microphone. She and the thug went to the back, leaving the crowd in confusion.
"What...is this?" One of the Albain brothers asked.
"A joke. One without a punchline. She's acting as if things were stolen so that she can attack us when we least expect it." The other hummed.
"But if that were the case, why not kill us the moment we were all seated? Why the speech? Especially with the lack of thinly veiled threats?"
"A flare for the dramatic perhaps."
The Malachite Twins gave each other a look that just screamed, "told you so." Lemon's reaction on stage was all the proof they needed to cement their own opinions of this whole thing. The Wave had over-extended themselves with this and it was blowing up in their faces real quick. Really, the only reason they were here to begin with was because Li'l Miss wanted to see if the Wave were worth sponsoring, to make a deal with. It worked out well for the Xiong family in the past, well before they decided to go back on their word.
Abigail smirked to herself a little, finding the whole thing a bit amusing honestly. Small time crooks trying to rise up in the ranks. It'd be admirable if the circumstances were different.
And in his seat, Raddock was just stewing in hatred. This is what he was dragged out to- a three minute presentation with no pay off. No fanfare. Nothing. Just...empty, hollow promises.
"...THIS SUCKS!" He loudly announced.
"As blunt as usual, Raddock," Abigail joked, "but you're right. Kind of a waste of time, wasn't it?"
"Of course that bitch lied to us! This is a big set up, isn't it!?" He yelled, throwing his chair at the stage, causing a few people to flinch.
"If it is, kinda poorly planned."
"Ah yes. Bungled assassination ploys. You'd know a thing or two about that," Corsec smirked.
"You know, I've always wanted a fox-fur coat. Heard they were in style up in Atlas," Abigail threatened.
"Don't antagonize her, brother," Fennec said, "we both know she's very much capable of making good on that threat."
"Simply reminding her, brother. That's all," Corsec nodded.
"Shut your fuckin' mouths, you fuckin' freaks! I could break both your backs in one blow, you know!" Raddock said. "Seriously! The fuck is Lemon's angle here!?"
"I think we'd all like to know that," Melanie chimed in, crossing her arms, "Thanks for stating the obvious."
Meanwhile, Lemon was in a room away from the foyer having received the whole report from the thug and an admittedly nervous Marton. He had every right to be, after all. The artifacts were stolen under his watch and if Sil didn't dole out some punishment, Lemon no doubt would and her punishments tended to be more on the...extreme side.
"What the hell happened!? I thought you had that damn room under your CAREFUL watch!" Lemon scolded him.
"Hey, I had no idea they would go so far to remove, let alone MELT, the damn doorknob! Was I supposed to account for that shit!?" Marton said.
"YES!" Sil yelled.
"HOW?!"
"Your SEMBLANCE! Did you not have it on?!"
"No! Besides, I can only nullify Dust. These assholes didn't have any on them or they would've tried to use it, probably relied on their own Semblances..."
"Can you at least describe them?" Lemon asked, a plan starting to form in her head.
"Yeah, there was a squid faunus, a cricket faunus...and some chick wrapped in bandages." Marton said.
"...bandages?" Sil repeated.
"Yeah, like she had burn marks or something."
"Just the three of them?" Sil was starting to realize something, mentally connecting the dots. It might've been a stretch, but all of it seemed to line up.
"Yeah, just three."
"I think we've just been fucking played. They needed an in for the auction and I think I gave it to them..."
"Well, like I say. When life gives you lemons," Lemon smiled. "We make some delicious lemonade."
"...I don't follow." Sil said.
"Watch." Lemon said, as she walked back out.
Some of her guards actually sighed in relief when they saw Lemon walk back on stage, Sil and Marton close behind her. They were not ready to deal with a pissed off Raddock, that was a guaranteed trip to the hospital for at least a few days.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I do apologize for that dreadfully unprofessional display earlier. I've been informed that some of the items that would have been up for sale have, regrettably, been stolen."
"GET FUCKIN BETTER SECURITY!" Raddock yelled.
"Well, I intend to. Especially with you lot." Lemon smiled. "This auction's now turned into a lovely little bit sport. Everyone in the room is now officially a bounty hunter. Whoever brings me these thieves, dead or alive, I don't care, gets the entire stock of items."
"The entire stock?" Abigail repeated, her interest piqued. Bounty hunting was one of her areas of expertise, she just preferred the "dead" option most of the time.
"Well, all those items can be resold at a pretty penny, you know," Lemon smiled. "I'd say it's around, oh, ten million Lien? And that's low-balling it."
That got everyone's attention.
"And if you wanted to keep everything...you have that kinda cash?" Raddock asked, his fury subsiding a bit.
"Of course. However, should Team SMMK," she gestures back to Sil and Marton, "Catch them first, the auction goes on as normal at a later date. I'd call that a fair deal, wouldn't you?"
"Fuck yeah." Raddock grinned, smashing the table in an enthusiastic rage. "ALRIGHT! LET'S GET THOSE SONS OF BITCHES!"