[h2]Sacha Fedyaev[/h2]

Underneath that mask-- a smile unraveled like a freshly cut wound. To see the Godmother's own fur standing on end with teeth and claw had become part of Sacha's guilty pleasures he indulged. As her own feral instincts took hold of the handle of her pistol and emptied its clip upon impenetrable bullet-proof mobile fortress, the lynx only removed his mask and peered into her concrete rage with warm welcoming gaze. As her mouth opened, he could not hear what the Snow Leopard was speaking. His leathery gloved finger tapped upon the glass which signaled her to enter the backseat promptly.

While it was hopeful that she would oblige, as soon as she entered the backseat of the vehicle another Bengal tiger would follow suit, as an attempt to prevent her means of exit until their discussion was complete. Should it not, the hidden Bengal tiger would emerge and assist her in delivering this message, [i]courteously[/i].

“One shot on that trucks gas tank and we are both walking away here empty handed.  What say you to cutting a deal?  You always were such an [i]intellectual [/i]man.” The leopard bidded. The lynx merely purred.

"I had hoped for a hug and a kiss on the cheek from the Godmother. Not seven .50 Cal leads inside of this ol' noggin." His voice gruffled with a slight laughter as he beated into his head with his finger. "I don't aim to steal this mobile fortress, as good as that sounds. Your kitten isn't exactly suited for covert operations you asked of her. You should be a little more considerate, like my compadres." The Bengal Tiger gave a small chuckle in agreement. "Anyway, All I ask for a little chat about what's going on in that general direction. A humble proposal, if you will."

He faced Deeandra, turning around from the driver's seat. "All I want you to do is to just let me look into those crates and take a few arms that I want. That's all. I won't take not even one crate. Just a few that I'd like from it. Once I'm done, they're all yours." He faced towards the vehicle's windshield. "What say you?" He lead himself on. "You get to keep most of your weapons, I'll drive you and your little kitten back home and maybe have some nice and private time with a cup of coffee. Otherwise..." He paused for a moment. "Maybe I'll take more than I should, just to have a closer look. Then maybe the black market. Or have someone else's bullet do the job for you."