Lee smirked at the squabbling of the two lady hackers in the group, it gave the team more personality, although Lee liked to keep is nature a secret for business reasons, that did not stop him from revealing it in the future. Lee grabbed another soda, not really feeling the the other drinks in the fridge at the moment. He opened it a chugged it again, crushing the can and throwing it in the trash with the others, Lee thought about how this would work out, the team was well rounded, a team of thieves that each specialized in something different, except for the hackers, he really did not think the team need 2 of them, to him it felt like unwanted baggage, but he could not complain, they had made the meeting entertaining so far, there reactions to each other was hilarious to Lee, he would have to feed that fire later for his entertainment.

Lee turned his attention to the leader, who was speaking to the uninvited trouble maker who though it was necessary for him to tell everyone to shut the fuck up, but Lee could not blame him, how would he feel if he walked in on a cat fight, be would me annoyed too. Then Booker talked about making them the greatest group of thieves in the world and then showed then a picture of a Museum. That was not a bad idea, and that was something Lee could definitely help with. A plan was already formulating in his head, he could not wait for the late kid to get in here and for them to get this started, but for now he would have to listen to more squabbling and stupid comments.

Avanhelsing said "We are waiting on one more but he'll be here soon no doubt. My plan for this is to hit bigger jobs and better scores than me and The Mute could get. I intend to make this the greatest group of thieves in the world. If you are with me I'll make you very rich." He promised. "So who's in?" He asked as the projector started to show a museum.

As typical of a clunker like this old projector, it reeked something awful as the halogen lightbulb, sorely outdated, burned off what excess dust was caked on the lens and hummed loud enough for somebody to even be annoyed by it on the far side of the room. The picture quality was also a dead giveaway of this dinosaur's age, but Nora couldn't really raise much of a complaint towards it, not when herself got technologically schooled by a twenty-seven year old midget. By the way, that burn still itched on her. She had gotten the general idea by now of what this heist would entail, just by the rather foggy and slightly distorted image of the grand and elaborately decorated museum that was beamed upon the stark white wall of the meeting room, and such an image, though grainy, was catalogued instantly within the confining enigma that was her memory. Even if she closed her eyes, she could still pick out every notable feature of the outside building, as would be the same when she skimmed over the blueprints and the floorplans of the inside. Judging by the size of the museum, it had to be around two to three floors, possibly bristling on all corners and walls with the most advanced security devices money could buy, though they just looked advanced and were easier to crack open and disable than a wristwatch. Quietly, Nora resumed to ponder on her part of this operation.....that is if that shrimp Nessie didn't beat her to it first.

Niesha looked over as someone else came in. It was clear that they weren't invited as well and Niesha winced, glancing around to see if she could see any security computers, knowing what she would see on screeen. A blank area around the base, showing what was normally there just empty, with the barest hint of a flicker that you wouldn't know was there unless you...well knew it was there. She fumbled in her pocket for her jammer and said " sorry. Must hsve forgotten to turn it off. What with the death threat and all" she said quickly, turning the jammer completely off. "No harm done"

She looked back to Eden and shrugged "I cant sit behind my toys forever. I would like to branch out my skills. In fact if anyone could help me out with fighting, I would like that too" she looked around at everyone, still pointedly ignoring Nora. "And I can make you awesome technological things in return" she smiled, but feel silent as Booker spoke to them. She examined te image on the projector, thinking.

Niesha never did this for the money. For her, it was more about proving she could. As long as she had enough money to survive, she was happy. And enjoy money for her toys. "Um, Booker? If I can find a way, can I have you donate any of my share to kids in need? I already have more money then I want, and....I'd like to make kids dreams come true. What museum is that? I'm a bit ignorant of them. I rarely step foot in one. But give me the name, and I can have everything about it in the palm of my hand. So i would like the name"

Milo looked at Booker with a smirk, "You're right, Im not JTR but what I am is his replacement. I don't know if he told you, but he's trying to get out and have a real family and job now. I'm one of his old friends from back in highschool arrested for breaking and entering, as well as abduction and torture of a kid. I got out not to long ago and am looking to get back into the game. So JTR being the man he is sent me," Milo said staring back at Booker. "The name is Milo, the name of my game is driving, with a little lock-picking, dealing, and my most fun part torture. So am I in?"

Milo listened to the others, everyone was flooding Booker with comments, questions and concerns, "Looks like you got a jungle of mess here to Booker."

Caits said "Um, Booker? If I can find a way, can I have you donate any of my share to kids in need? I already have more money then I want, and....I'd like to make kids dreams come true. What museum is that? I'm a bit ignorant of them. I rarely step foot in one. But give me the name, and I can have everything about it in the palm of my hand. So i would like the name"

Too late, small fry. So of course the brainy dwarf was going to beat her to the punch, but a day late and a dollar short was Nessie as already Nora had everything the team needed to know. Good to know as well that Nessie chose to ignore her for the time being, because she wouldn't have noticed the young hacker hard at work gathering valuable intel. Finally, after she had the last bit of info she needed, Nora calmly cleared her throat and spoke after Nessie's little cutsie innocent act, she knew better that this bitch had claws....and fangs, not to mention a nice set of horns atop her head, "Got it. Grandview Museum of Natural History, 4452 Broadway Lane. Their hosting this month an exhibit on Ancient Egyptian Treasures, a private collection from a wealthy Princeton Professor named Charles Henderson, a collection worth nearly five point six billion dollars worth of gold and precious, rare jewelry. The treasures are being held in six glass cases atop the sixth floor of the museum. They're likely to have pressure plates installed as well, along with the usual surveillance cameras, which I can break into the security feed from Cerberus here." Cerberus being the nickname for her custom built PC, flanked by three monitors and imbued with the fury of the gods by a multi-core processor and nearly 800 gigs. It was pretty much Nora's workhorse, and her favorite. A rather smug grin on her face, she turned towards Nessie snickering, "And if the midget wants to help, then I'm sure she could use her baby toys to disable the pressure plates and the silent alarms. Me, I'll stay here and keep watch over surveillance. I'll be monitoring the traffic cams as well, in case shit goes fubar and we end up with pigs on our tails."

Furthermore about that charity thing. It was nice of Nessie to give up her share for a greater cause.....it's just that money doesn't go to children in need like some would want to believe. Rather, the harsh truth was city officials, including that shit-bag Richter, end up pocketing the cash and making off like thieves, while the indigent and starving children of the city....are left to suffer a bleak and miserable existence.....one such as Nora had endured when she was a child.... Yeah....she might be a bitch, but even someone like her doesn't need their spirit crushed.

Niesha rolled her eyes, already on her hand held device, this time she didn't bring up the holographic data but still worked fast. This was the type of work she enjoyed. "Thanks for the name and the basic info" she said politely, already checking out the security the museum had. She assumed they would have to go passed cameras, and she needed to know what type f cameras, and sensors the museum had. It wasn't that hard to find the information once she had gotten into the database the museum used and hacked their security files. From there it was a simple step to throwing herself into the cameras themselves and checking out what visibility they had. She made constant notes, clearly in her own little world now, not paying much attention to those around her. Nora might have gotten te information about the museum, but Nessie was all over the security details. She ignored Nora's behavioirx towards her, deciding it wasn't worth the effort to take the bait.

"I can, if things do turn bad, Hack the traffic cams so that they only see a two minute, continually looping thread of traffic, without leaving much of a digital footprint. Like I did here to sneak in. I can do the same to the cameras at the museum, and once inside I can disable the security around the exhibits and the treasure" she said, mostly speaking her thoughts outloud.

Jason had been off the grid working privately for the last couple years. He mostly received job requests from government officials that kept in contact with him but careful not to keep too close of ties. To them Jason was a hirable hound dog but the risk of getting too close kept them from fostering any further relationships. Jason understood this dynamic. He was a smart man, despite looking like a brainless boxer, and he complied with their requests. Ever exchange was completed with the most discreet fashion and his payments were given by an informant from the government official. Even his close friends, when he worked in the military and CIA, didn't allow him to call them by their names. The deal was he had to remain distant and minimize the risk of them being associated with him. As long as he got paid he was fine with the arrangement. Unfortunately, lately for reasons unknown, he had not been contacted for work as much, the requests tapering down to the point where he was going to have to get a real job to survive. He wasn't sure what happened to cause the disconnect as he completed his jobs on time and to their satisfaction. His last job he completed just 6 months ago, after having not heard from anyone for the past 8 months. He had money saved up but he couldn't continue to live with a job that paid every 8 months, even if it was solid hard cash.

Jason stood in front of the door with Hermes upon it and hesitated. He though back to last night and his encounter with Booker....

Last Night: 10:00pm at the popular bar a few miles in to the heart of the city.
Jason was lingering in the bar at the far side of the table, getting ready to complete his job. He wore dark jeans, a dark shirt, a warm yet flexible jacket and black leather gloves. He sipped on his whiskey as he watched a man from the corner of his eyes down at the far end of the bar. The bar was crowded with rowdy people having a good time, the music blaring even louder. It was an atmosphere where he could complete his work rather undetected. A balding man in a brown coat sat at the bar sipping a drink by himself. Daniel Ferrer, CEO of a large company that, with the information he was given to him, Jason came to find out had been doing some insider trading with their stock market. His job was to get Daniel to confess and give his passcodes to him. He had locked the VP out of several fund accounts where he seemed to be filtering the company's money to his secret Swedish accounts off shore. I'm sure Mr. Ferrer was getting ready to ditch the company with his money and hot babe and set off to his vacation home while the company went down for his intentional illegal acts.

Jason stood and walked towards Daniel, coming up behind him as he placed a hand on his shoulder and sat down next to him. "Hey buddy, good to see you again." he turned to look at him with a smile, Daniel's face turning white with surprised and pain. Under the edge of the bar Jason's hand gripped Daniel's thigh tightly, squeezing his hand against his flesh and digging in his fingers. It was clear he wanted him to play along. Daniel stuttered but regained his composure, making the bar tender none the wiser. But before Jason could begin his time with Daniel they were interrupted by another man. He had walked over and stood on Daniel's other side. Jason could see his hand moving towards Daniel. This was not his friend but another man, like himself, pretending to be. Did his job really get double booked?? He would not let this low-life take his job, one he had been waiting months for! Jason didn't skip a beet and turned to Daniel. "Danny it looks like you've had one too many drinks buddy." He grabbed Daniel, confused and too scared to fight the guys surrounding him, and lifted him up against his chest. To some it might look like a hug but Jason put pressure on just the right spot and placed Daniel in to an unconscious state. He held his limp body "Let's get you home then" Jason said as he began to take Daniel towards the back. The stranger seemed to be a professional as he played along. Jason watched Booker carefully as he carried Daniel out of the bar through the back, Booker following behind, eyes glinting and ready to move. Once the three of them were in the back alley way, Jason dropped Daniel's unconscious body with less care then before and turned to Booker. He was going to confront him verbally when Booker slammed his fist full force in to his jaw and proceeded to grab his arm, twisting it behind his back as he rammed Jason forward in to the brick wall ahead. Jason's head hit the wall hard, blood trailing from the cut placed above his brow where his skin split. Jason growled and dropped down at Booker's feet, knocking them out as he swung his leg and jamming his elbow down in to his rib cage.

After about thirty minutes of back and forth sparing, both Jason and Booker stood before each other breathing heavily. They seemed to be an equal match in both their physical prowess and fighting skills. Jason's edge on strength was matched with Booker's extra swift and speed. After they realized their fighting could continue for a long time Booker simply asked Jason what he was doing with Danielle Ferrer. From there they came to an understanding that Jason was sent for something completely different than Booker as Booker was looking to steal a flash drive from him. Daniel groaned as he started to wake up. Jason moved over to him and grabbed the front of his coat, lifting him roughly to his feet and slamming his back against the wall. He reached in to his pocket and began looking for the drive. When Daniel began to weakly protest Jason slammed his hand in to the man's face and broke his nose. Daniel cried out weakly, going limp as Jason held him up on his feet. A weak corporate man out to screw other people...very typical and he had no sympathy. Jason dug in to his other pocket then pulled out a small flash drive that had been tucked inside the man's inner lining of his jacket. He turned to Booker and tossed it to him. "Here you go." He then turned his attention back to Daniel. Booker watched as Jason gave Daniel a few more bruises and cuts to cry about before he caved in with the information needed. When he hesitated to give the passcode Jason rammed his knee between his legs. Daniel didn't even make a sound. His mouth widened as he grabbed himself. Jason stepped back as he fell to the floor. He set his boot on top of his head. "You're going to write the accurate passcode down or I'm going to continue...you're choice." Jason lifted his boot and crouched down to face Daniel. He pulled out his phone and gave it to him, the screen ready to take down letters and numbers. "Do it" he growled in to his ear. Daniel hesitated, his whole life about to be ruined. Jason raised his arm, fist closed and ready to barrel down in to his face, when Daniel cried out, raising his shaking hands. "OK, ok, wait! I'll do it, just please leave me alone." He then, with trembling hands, took Jason's phone and gave him the passcodes. Jason stood up and glared down at him. "I know where you're wife and kids live. You say a word and they're next." He then rammed his boot in to his rib cage and turned to leave. He stopped when he saw Booker still standing there, watching the whole thing. He hadn't realized he had remained for the show. Booker didn't say much. He extended a business card and offered him a job, as Jason could remember. Apparently something he did had impressed him. Jason didn't respond but took Booker's card anyway. He quickly turned and left the alley, disappearing quickly in to the night.

Jason now stood before the door with Hermes upon it. He had been standing there for a few moments still deciding last minute if this was something he really wanted to do. Booker did mention money and steady jobs and this, above anything else, intrigued him. Inhaling deeply he raised his hand and knocked hard on the door Booker had directed him to. His cut above his eye had a small band aid over it, a reminder of the damn good fighter Booker was. He was impressed by him as well and, having been in the Marines and CIA for many years, he secretly craved having a leader to respond to again.

Booker was about to restart his speech when the hackers began their usual yelling match. This was going to be a thing. He could tell. "Of course you can. Mine is going back into the group. " He said shrugging as they continued. He then looked at Milo. "Hmm. Well since I'm being generous fine you can join. I trust your friend's judgement enough to trust you. " He said as he rocked on his feet. "Oh get a drink or whatever." He said getting ready to start again. "This is the...," And that's as far as he got before the door got another knock. "GAHHHH! " He yelled softly going to the door. If he got anymore surprise people he would go crazy.

This time he was honestly surprised. It was someone he had not expected at all. It was that guy he had "met" in that alley last night. He had a few fresh bruises that attested to the fact that the guy was a decent no a really good fighter. Booker had invited him for that mostly and he seemed intelligent. "Wow... You showed up. Did not expect that. " He said honestly but with a hint of respect. "Welcome to the base, Jason? That's your name right? I had to bribe my way to get your picture but I found some if your file. Rest was classified. " He said offering to let the man in. "We were just starting. Get a drink if you want one. Remind me to fight you for real later." He said going back to his projector.

"Where were we... Oh right! The museum. It's the Museum of Ancient Cultures and we are going to rob it. In particular we are after the Dagger of the Sands. Our client wants it and is willing to pay $150,000 for some reason... Whatever. " Booker said showing a slide with the dagger. It was rather large and covered in rare gem stones. It's under heavy guard but in two days there is a gala at the museum. That's when we are going in. Course we need the security and we need to get on the lust cause the dagger is only going to be out for the party... Alright ideas. What do the world's best thieves think?" He asked giving them the floor as it were to discuss.

Well, Lee knew it would eventually lead up to this, more squabbling between the hackers and more weirdness when random people walk in the door uninvited. Unfortunately Lee could not do anything about it at the moment, for now he would have wait for the for Booker to sort out the situation himself self.

Eventually Booker got to the good stuff, they were going to rob a museum of an artifact for a client. It was a $150,000 payout, that was a lot of money even though they would have to spit it who knew how many ways. Lee begun to think of a plan, he had an idea in his head, and since no one else was ready to comment, he would have to say something.

"Hmm, from what I've heard about big museums they are too big to watch with security cameras, so instead they set off an alarm and shut steal bars around the room and artifacts, like laser systems.
Two people could spend a day or two looking around the museum. This wouldn't look suspicious so they could do it without feeling paranoid. We use the intel to plan to create a path and have the hackers deal with the alarms and lasers, the guys inside will deal with the guards. We need a small group that could get in and out. It's an idea that needed to fleshed out, but I'm sure you all have ideas also." Lee finished his suggestion and waited for the others to say something.

Eden nodded to ‘Mute’ when he was introduced, finding him rather boring already if he was indeed mute. Wouldn’t surprise her since she hadn’t notice him say anything yet. ”Egos lead to mistakes,” she whispered to herself after Booker’s comment, listening still as he spoke about how he wanted to make them into a group of thieves and make them very rich. Raising a brow her eyes flickered to the screen where a museum popped up. Hmmm… she’d mainly only stolen from private citizens… this would be different. Interesting.

In the meantime, she shrugged at Nessie. ”I don’t mind working with you on it,” she said, not looking particularly perturbed about anything as she spoke, though she found it odd the girl would donate her share. What a goody too shoes.

Her attention was rapt to Nora when the girl began listing off random information, which Eden retained most of, though honestly she’d have preferred to have it written down. Then Nessie added her thoughts. Eden had to admit this little, hacker thing was getting annoying.

Another rather rough looking guy was led in. Eden watched him curiously, as he seemed different from most of the others, but still, she knew she should be paying attention to Booker, so she forced her eyes away from the man’s bruises and to Booker flapping lips, babbling about the museum. ”Client?” Eden said with an edge to her voice. They were working for someone other than themselves? She hadn’t expected that. She’d honestly saw the museum pop up and thought they were pulling some grand heist. Granted, she didn’t want to responsibility of selling off the items while being untraceable, but still, it irked her to do a thievery for a client. ”Who is it? she asked, interested obviously. And of course, if there was a gala, it would seem she’d be playing the part of an invited guest and deterring attention to another part of the museum away from the dagger while it was taken. At least she assumed.

"Girl, you don't ask about client information. If they want to be known they tell Booker he can tell us otherwise you never ask," Milo said sternly. If she's in the best of the best and doesn't know the basics we were gonna have problems. "Client info is something only the contacted if even them is allowed to know, thats client work 101.

"Either way I'm with the guy over there, keep it a little classic see if we can't find anything on our own. Have the hackers see if they can find the guard list and position in their web." Milo said confidently looking at the others, "When we do this we can also place a solid connection instead of relying on just data-stream connection to their database."

As Milo finished telling his plan he walked over and started fixing his drink, bit of 180 proof moonshine with some Sprite, before taking his seat next to Nora and lighting a cigarette. "Now my only question is that dagger, what's its history?"

The Museum heist was one that Geno was already familiar with. He wasn't there when Brooker met with the client, but he was the next to know. The 'kids' were already putting together a plan, and a seemingly good one so far. Geno knew he would be the one to end up taking out most of the guard population on the night of the heist, albeit with significantly more lethal force than Brooker would prefer, but that's why Geno was the team's hitman and not Brooker. He had always had a thirst for killing that, when combined with his perfect silence, put even Brooker on edge. Regardless, investigating the building during the day under the guise of civilians was pretty smart.

Since he was already aware of the circumstances, Geno let his thoughts run away as his hands idled along one of the throwing knives he drew from concealed scabbards on his person.

Jason's indecision had made him late. Already there were people gathered and a mission being discussed. Nevertheless Booker welcomed him in. Booker's surprise for his appearance was as much as his own but he heard the good intention in his voice. He was looking forward to working for Booker. Booker didn't know everything about him yet but he had seen a darker more brutal side to him and if that did not phase him then their working relationship was off to a good start. Jason nodded to Booker to confirm his name for him. He wasn't surprised that the man had gotten his hands on his file for further information, even if some was not quite accessible. He was sort of an unwanted yet valuable child of the government. When Booker let him in he stepped inside. The group was busy talking among each other and he felt a bit out of place, having arrived late enough to miss some information and probably introductions. Jason nodded to Booker with a smile at his remark about sparing his later. He would definitely be a good sparing partner to stay in shape. He came in and headed towards the back where he could grab a drink. He glanced around at the ground as he did so.

He saw Geno first, lurking among the group on the outside. He was trained to be aware of people like this, the ones who stood out of the crowd.
Next he noticed Neisha, who looked to be a young child. He found it odd that they would allow a minor to work with them but he figured Booker had his reasons.
Then he saw Nora, who looked pissed off at everyone in the room. Or was that just how she looked? She seemed alert and focused though, ready to get to business.
He saw Milo, a blonde guy that also looked to be quiet young. And Lee who didn't make much of an impression on him. And finally he saw Eden, his eyes lingering on her for a moment as she was attractive. After Jason did a mental head count, confirming he saw 6 other people besides himself and Booker. It was a good head count to pull off the large jobs that would pay the big bucks.

Booker wasted no time in delving back in to his presentation on their heist. Jason listened carefully as he reach the fridge near the back and grabbed a beer. So they had a client they were working for. Lee spoke up first. The guy that caught Jason's attention the least seemed to have a great idea to get them started. He was smart in sending in a few to survey the area as visitors. He could take down the guards no problem, and silently. He didn't always have to be loud and messy when he worked as he was trained to be both brutal and stealthy. Apparently their team had a team of hackers and his eyes roamed to the hooded girl, Nora, and the quiet man he first saw, Gino. He guessed these were the two hackers since they were the most reclusive of the bunch.

Eden spoke up, inquiring about the client that Booker had mentioned earlier. He turned his eyes to her then to Booker, curious if Booker would divulge the information. For some jobs he did he had been in a position where he knew his client directly and others where he had a middle man informant. Then Milo spoke up against Eden in a scolding voice. Who was he, the groups father? This was the blonde kid that looked to be one of the youngest. Jason spoke up for Eden against Milo, not caring for his arrogant tone. "Actually kid, each client is different. Some mind their information on a short leash while others allow it to be divulged to the participating parties. Why don't you let Booker answer Eden's question, since he has the actual answer, rather than mouthing off as if you know everything?" He took a sip of his beer, glaring at the kid from across the room. He didn't care for pompous attitudes. He went silent again, allowing everyone else to share ideas. He was here to use his stealth and brute force. They would either need to round up the guards with a distraction or he would need someone to help him take down the guards before any of them became the wiser and called for help.

Niesha frowned slightly, thinking as she began to think on what she would have to do with the group. She looked down at her hand held device, eyes flickering over the screen. "Alright" She said, looking up. "I need to be there to see all the security, as sometimes you can trip things without meaning to via a computer. I can scoop the place out, and if you give me an hour, I can go to my base and collect a few things that I can not leave behind, as well as a few disguises I have." She rose, already preparing to go and do just that. "I can look like some fancy arse millionaire and easily pass as someone important." She ran a hand through her hair, which was short, blond with dark highlights, in a pixie cut.

"I think I'm going to enjoy this job. And this base." She looked to Booker, "Can I go for an hour or so? I wasn't too sure you'd let me in, so I didn't want to lug my gear around" She waited for permission, pulling off her hoodie, since she no longer needed to hide her adult appearance. Despite her child-like appearance and slim build, she had a woman's body, in her ragged jeans and black shirt, with sneakers. One her wrist she had a thin golden chain, and had two earrings in each ear, and a discoloration on shoulder not quite covered by her shirt was a tattoo. it wasn't clear what it was. Her dark eyes were alight with curiosity.

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Eden spoke up, inquiring about the client that Booker had mentioned earlier. He turned his eyes to her then to Booker, curious if Booker would divulge the information. For some jobs he did he had been in a position where he knew his client directly and others where he had a middle man informant. Then Milo spoke up against Eden in a scolding voice. Who was he, the groups father? This was the blonde kid that looked to be one of the youngest. Jason spoke up for Eden against Milo, not caring for his arrogant tone. "Actually kid, each client is different. Some mind their information on a short leash while others allow it to be divulged to the participating parties. Why don't you let Booker answer Eden's question, since he has the actual answer, rather than mouthing off as if you know everything?" He took a sip of his beer, glaring at the kid from across the room. He didn't care for pompous attitudes. He went silent again, allowing everyone else to share ideas. He was here to use his stealth and brute force. They would either need to round up the guards with a distraction or he would need someone to help him take down the guards before any of them became the wiser and called for help.

"Because if the client wanted his information out Booker would have already talked about them, simple logic." Milo said a more than arrogant smile across his face. He took a nice sip of his draft before a big drag on his cigarette, though this one was a little to large as he almost instantly began coughing. The stressed mood in the room was getting to him, if things got stressed then it ruined Milo's mojo throwing off everything he tried to do, but he can work great under pressure so why would insignificant things like this this bug him... simple because there's a new crew around him, it's like starting from the bottom in the middle but without a name. "God this is gonna suck won't it... oh well stay calm enjoy life and get rich, that's what you're here to do." Milo thought to himself.

That's when he heard one of the younger of the two hackers talk about going to get things they needed, "Hey if you need a ride I can take you, it'd be easier to move things with a car, considering you broke in here or whatever with that Jammer and I only saw two rides out front."

Booker was getting sick of them picking sides. Lee seemed to have an idea that was great. While the others bickered about whatever. "That's a great idea Lee. Let's go with that to case the place. We could even see if we could get the hackers in before hand. Not my skills but maybe they could?" He said as his lack of technical knowledge showed. He tried to hide it but it never worked.

When Jason, Milo and Eden started to bicker Booker glared at the three. The constant bickering was bothering him. None of them listened to him. "Enough. " He said looking rather pissed. "Can we please get through this without lunging at each other? Please?" He asked still looking angry. No one listened to him even though he held the money. "First Milo is right. However so are you Jason. Our client called himself Herr Schmidt. We met in an alley with him in the shadows... So he did not trust me. However he did tell me about the dagger. The name isn't even the real name. It was found in the desert of Saudi Arabia in 1934. However no one knows how it got there or why. The client said it was special but I think it's just a dagger worth $150,000. Alright a few of us need to case the place while the others get ready for the heist. Who wants to go where?" He asked still looking angry and sick of them arguing.

When Niesha stood up and revealed she was in fact not a child but a woman simply small in stature, Jason was taken by surprise. He was also surprised to find she was one of the hackers in the group. Looks could be deceiving. He listened to her as she spoke, making it clear what she needed to get a visual for them. If she was able to hack in to their security system the job would be a hell of a lot easier. Jason turned his head back to Milo when he spoke again.

"Because if the client wanted his information out Booker would have already talked about them, simple logic." Milo said a more than arrogant smile across his face.

Jason exhaled deeply and simply put his beer in his mouth. He wasn't out for an argument, he simply didn't like the way he had spoken to Eden. The kid was like the rest of them though, brilliant in his own way, in a reason that made Booker invite him. Most intelligent people could be arrogant and hard to get along with, put 7 smart people together and they were bound to have arguments. Still, they were all mature enough, even the hooded girl who was not a child, and a little tiff would not make their panties tie in to knots. Booker spoke then and took Jason's attention as he sounded irritated. Apparently there had been more arguing before he got here. He had not seen any arguments, as they happened prior to his arrival, so it was news to him, although he was not surprised. If he had known Booker was exhausted with the bickering he would have kept his mouth shut...maybe.

Jason spoke up after Bookers last question. "We should get a guard head count, and an exit count, noting where our exits are besides front and back. If we need a side exit and you" he turned to Niesha, not knowing her name "can turn off the alarm system, we can use any one of them for a quick escape. We can also see which exit places us closest to a street where we can use a getaway car. I can go for a jog in a hoodie and scan the outside perimeter. I have a photographic memory so I can take mental notes while I jog or stretch on what we're dealing with from the outside. If I go inside I might look uh...suspicious." In addition to his bruises and cut from Booker he had his scar on his face and looked like an over all guy out for trouble, especially if he was by himself. He would need a fancy lady at his side to off set his rough edges and make his innocence believable.

Lee sighed, as much as he would have loved to be the get away driver, he expertise was centered around espionage. "I'll go in and map out the museums exits and entrances and get us the exact location of the artifact. I'll also get us the guard count, just leave that to me." Lee said grinning. As much as he hated having this job pinned in him, he could not deny how much fun he would have doing it. "I'll head there tomorrow morning, take a tour of the place. Then come night fall, I'll do the guard count and relay all the information I get back to you guys. I'll get inside and open the door from the inside for the rest of you, unless you want to do the classic skylight heist or the hide in the closet or bathroom heist. But it's up to you." Lee waited for the rest of the team to respond, he would probably need another person with him just in case, but he would let the rest of the team flesh out the plan also.

Niesha was taken aback by Milo asking if she needed a ride. While she didn't have a car, her own two feet had served her well. But she couldn't deny the usefulness of having a car, nor could she deny the opportunity to shorted her time going back to her base and collecting her things. It would make it easier and it would give her a chance to explore the museums system some more. "Thanks" she said to Milo, "I appreciate that. I have a bike, but I rarely use it. I've found cars can be easily tracked, so I walk a lot" she smiled, "I'm
Niesha by the way. Although I'm sure Nora has a few choice names for me, Nessie is fine"

She looked to Jason, taking in what he said, and said quite cheerfully, "I think I'm going to like working with you. A hackers dream is to have a photographic memory. Since I wasn't blessed with one, I'll just borrow yours, okay" she slipped her hand held in her pocket,

She looked to Lee as he seemed to jump to taking control, and said "if there's the gale or whatever it's called on, I can probably get us in. That would be simplest, and then we can either haul up somewhere or mingle and try to do the hiest. A few hours, and I can get some names on the gales guest list. And then we just need fancy clothes" she looked to Nora and said "unless you want to get us on the list, then by all means. Free me up to do something else" she then turned to Booker "I'll be going i the museum no matter what. I need to see the security system to by pass it flawlessly. I need to know if there's a silent alarm button anywhere to disable that as well, and I need to find where their alarms home base it. For now, I need to go and get the rest of my tools, since Milo has so kindly offered to give me a ride"

She looked back to Milo, "shall we go?"

Eden gave the annoying blonde man a snarly, questioning look that basically said ‘who the hell are you to talk to me?’ before the newest one to walk in spoke up in her defense. Her face calmed a bit more, though if she’d had her glass in her hand from earlier she would have thrown it at the blonde anyway. ”I haven’t worked for a client before. I am interested, is all,” she said, mainly to the others in case they thought it was a stupid question as well, though she gave the brute that had smarted back at the kid a thankful nod and gaze.

When Booker had apparently had ‘enough’, Eden looked at him questioningly. She would not be spoken to angrily, or questioned by idiots like this blonde idiot. But now was not the time to discuss it. Perhaps after a plan had been formed. In her opinion, $150,000 split between them all, was not worth this aggravation. She’d be stepping out of the plan if things didn’t change. Just to let Booker know when the others weren’t around.

She listened to the information about the client with interest. For someone that was needing to distract others from the dagger, such info could be useful, in her opinion. If there was one man looking to steal it, others might have the same idea. ”I have plenty of clothes any of you can wear if you like. I’ll just bring them to this… evil, secret lair after this ‘meeting’ is concluded I suppose,” she said, having stolen suits and dresses, various designers and what not over the last few years anyway.