{Fifth Robbery} This is too easy. (In Person)

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[John pretty much figured out that some events run longer than others and being who he is, the bank was a very easy target. He went in alone, no guns, no partners, just himself and walked in since the Kinshin and the people of Paris were pretty much the same thing.

Now he wasn't going to leave anything to chance and found the video room. He removed the tape and proceeds to empty the registers and found the keys to the vault. With time on his side and no way the police would come since they ignored him since he arrived, he was definitely taking advantage of it and wiped the place clean.

He walks out of the bank, tape in hand and tucks it into his jacket toward the safehouse where he and Nice were holing up.]

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[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[There's a scoff heard.]

Yeah, you got that right. Fer starters, yer in a place called The Manor. Right now, it's meant t' look like Paris but the plots are similar t' what we face back at the house. That's what I learned.

Anyways, if no one's explained it to ya, most likely because they're either busy with their own things or just plain ignorant t' the people that come in. Yer in a story now, doll, an' gettin' out means bein' written out.

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

And people from different worlds are nabbed from home and stuck in this story--interesting.

My name is Chris, Chris Vineyard. A pleasure. [she lets out a string of smoke, tilting her head up so as to not offend the other.]

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[He raises his brow and nods.]

Yeah. John Dillinger. Looks like we got tossed around like playthings in this place. All part of th' game, Chris.

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

My, how interesting. [ She's meeting a historical figure O: ]

A child will think a hamster is a plaything until it bites.

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

Never liked rodents. They're better in gardens than as pets. We'll bite back. You can count on that.

[John's now mildly curious about her cool demeanor that depicts a lot more than she presents.]

You ain't scared of those monsters runnin' around? Figured a pretty gal like you would be lookin' at keepin' yer nails clean.

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

What can I say? My job has taught me not to flinch.

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[John stops and lifts his head slightly. If it wasn't for a woman snitching on him, he might have looked the other way.]

Yeah, I won't keep ya from enjoyin' the view.

[He starts his walk toward the safehouse.]

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

Who says you're keeping me from enjoying the view?

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[Now wasn't the time to talk about his insecurity of overly cool headed women.]

You didn't seem all that interested.

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

I am very interested-interested in gathering as much information about this place as possible.

[...he cigarette has run out. well damn. She's casually pulling her cigarette case out and getting another-]

Do you smoke?

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

On occasion.

[He eyes the pack briefly before glancing back up at Vermouth.]

Information's good if ya get th' right kind. I learned on my own with a little help along the way. These good guys that call themselves that, they don't care if my type fall or not otherwise they would'a done somethin'. Knuckleheads at best an' some have a badge.

Yer a spy? You got th' demeanor of one.

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

On occasion. [she answered the question about being a spy]

You're wrong about one of them though-and he's by far the one you should fear the most.

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

Which one, Kudos or Mello?

[He's banking the spy bit for later. Now that has him a little concerned but not fearful just yet.]

An' doll, I don't fear no one. I've been shot by th' best and left dead in th' streets of Chicago. If he wants me, he'll come get me himself. That's the way it goes.

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

This one wouldn't use a gun-and I'm afraid that's a secret. Even my boss feared him for a time-up until his death-at least.

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[There's a scowl on his face after asking a direct question and getting that kind of response.]

That's a secret that'll cost me my life. You ain't earnin' any points, Chris and that's a dangerous game you play. I want no part in what you do, doll, since you made it clear that you don't trust me and I don't trust you.

[And he's dead serious.]

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

The detective I'm referring to would never kill anyone-and that's precisely what makes him dangerous.

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

Are ya afraid of th' stir? T' be locked up?

[secretivewoman.livejournal.com]

[is she telling the truth? ...who knows]

Not anymore.

[hunted-by-fbi.livejournal.com]

[That forced him to narrow his eyes.]

Right. Then why say he's so dangerous when all he can do is lock people up? He's not dangerous. He's a G-man, pure 'n' simple. He's not a Hoover boy so I ain't got nothin' t' worry about.