Kurt starred daggers at the small bank schematics. "This seems way to simple to be the big go out party, so tell me. Any surprises?"
He took a long pull from his vape, designed for maximum cloud. He exhaled Dragon style.
"Like you've said we've done bigger jobs, why not a big bang?" Kurt sat there, the look in his eye determined to get started. "Think we're rusty, Fake? Or maybe 'we're too old for this shit'? What's next for ya yelling at kids to get off your lawn?" The look fading as he started smiling to himself with a light chuckle.
-Another long pull from the vape-

A skitter, and the world turns upside down. Quick movement, and a jolting jump. Johnny Buzzkill is glassy eyed and non responsive as Kevin speaks. He doesn't nod, he doesn't even seem to be aware he's being spoken too just then. Until a six legged little bug drone skitters up onto the table, followed by one...two...three no...four more! Johnny is paying attention alright. But not in the way one would expect, the Rigger Driver is everywhere at the moment. His meat body smiling as the little drones skitter about the holo table, taking everything in. One of them skittering right up too Kevin, another up to Fake, both of them synchronized making a cackling sound before skittering over to Johnny and climbing up onto his shoulders, two on either shoulder and one on his chest. He lets out a chuckle, "Don't worry boss, you trust your driver. I'll get us there."

Johnny's eyes seem to roll forward as he resume meat functions, "I'll get you lot to the back end there, and we can get in deep yeah?" His drones let out various versions of cheering and squeals of agreement. He nods, "I have a big Buffalo combat wagon, I can mod it some and have my drones paint it to look like a security truck. SecuRanks maybe? Do we know what kind of security they use? If I can get an idea I can better camo the truck. One of the big corps? Or is it one of those little fuck off security outfits that pop up before being gobbled up by ArmaTech Securities? The more information the better I can do you know?" He sniffed, one of his drones skittering down his chest, reaching into a pocket and then carrying a weed stick up, setting it to his lip, a second drone flicking a match so he can light it, "But don't you worry, everything will be ready." Johnny grins broadly around the end of his weed stick, white smoke snaking up from the lit end.

Ash mocked a salute as Kev laid out the instructions for the next night. Designated DJ and Decker. A multitude of ideas ran through her mind as she snatched up 13 and began filtering and sorting through the plethora of beats that would rile up the troops for their last run. Ash's eyes lit up like the neon codes she uses on a daily basis as she swiped, dragged, scanned and coded on her personal deck - the swinging of her legs as they dangled from her elevated position only adding to her childlike antics. "One last ride, hm?! Oooh~! This is gonna be exciting~!" Though there was something in the back of her mind that wondered why such a low threat bust.

Ash shook the thoughts away, letting out a holler and a low whistle, having pulled up a second window, "Yo Johnny~!" she nudged him from her spot only leaning over in the slightest, "Seems FCCU does indeed use SecuRanks." Her continued swipes and taps being drowned out by her rambunctious voice.

"Also, also! Their security is basic level shit at best," it was then, as she continued to click away at the screen that her brows began to knit together in confusion before taking her bottom lip between her teeth, "Uhh, this is strange... recently, as far as I can tell, they've implemented a three tiered biometric system on the vault. The only reason that would be in place is if they got some serious scratch locked up!" Her attention now turned to the group around her.

Kevin leaned over the holographic beer-pong table holding onto an old relic of a cane as he looked over at Kurt as he chastised Fake ID. "He's the shot caller, we take what we can get. Obviously, the pull is big otherwise why would he of gave it to us?"

"Aww Kevin, I just do it in good fun, unlike you two I may have to go back to work."

"Uhh, this is strange... recently, as far as I can tell, they've implemented a three tiered biometric system on the vault. The only reason that would be in place is if they got some serious scratch locked up!"

Kurts teasing ceased as his ears perked up and he turned to Barbie. "Oh joy, do I get the honors of opening the door then Barbie? Or are you going to have all the fun this go round?" His eyes began to burn with a passion as he imagined all the possibilities to open the door, hell maybe even just removing the bank from its spot on the street at the end, a whole fireworks display for the people, the official announcement 'The Dragon' is out of the shadows.

"Actually that's a new question, any stipulations you want here Fake you know in terms of casualty?" Kurt asked as he looked back to Fake ID. "Are we minimizing presence at the end of this or is it ok to cause a scene as we go, is what I'm getting at? You know one last goodbye and bugger off from the group?" Kurt was finally beaming with a hint of pride as he was getting into the grove now that he may not be totally useless and the child like joy got from creating the power of explosions was beginning to seep over his face again.

Kurt looked around the table remembering the power this group held, one delightful table of dangerous people, all eager to make a few quick bucks. Unlike the knobs he would sell to and work with, this was a group of people with a mission, drive, dedication. "God I'll miss this when it's gone" he muttered under his breath, his eyes resting on Barbie waiting for her response.

"Aww, babe~ you know we can always cause some mayhem still! Just cause they don't wanna don't mean we can't~!" Ash never got over the exciting chill that raced through her anytime one of the other members of the President's called her by her cyberspace moniker. It gave her a real sense of pride - a temporary high.

Though, Kurt brought up a good point, "Yeah, yeah! What kinda damage are they allowed to do this go round?" She turned her sly grin and attention to Fake, though her question was to Kev - he was gonna be the ultimate vote as to how it was all gonna play out. "Cause - I don't wanna take alllll the fun. I will - but it's not like I ain't gonna be busy enough as is~" she continued animatedly, turning her attention back to creating the heist playlist to have silently thumping in their comms.

Johnny hums sucking on his weed stick. The fragant scent wafting up into the air above him, he made sure not to give Ashy a snootful though. When she verfied his curiousity he grinned brightly, "Ashy! My girl!" He reaches up stealing a fist bump off her, "You girl are the best. Helping lil' ol' Johnny out." He sniffed and let out a cloud of weed smoke, "I got this then. SecuRanks Blue, Silver and Copper. Yeah man I can have my drones paint the Buffalo Combat Wagon up perfect. More then enough room for anyone who wants to hop along. He tapped out the weed stick on the ratty arm chair arm rest then slots it away for later.

He takes a moment to look around at the rest of the group. Fuck it feel like forever now. The Dead Presidents. Damn what a bunch, Ash, Kurt, Kevin, and Alex too. Damn it'd be a thing to leave this all behind. But they called it, this is the time to get out. No crew no matter how good they are, can stay ahead of the tide. They could likely go on for another couple of years maybe atleast eight more. But they'd all start to slow down. Even him, it's getting harder and harder to pull back out of his drones and cars. Easier and easier to do his day to day errands as one of his drones. There's terms for it. Everything from nasty stuff like, "Jack Sickness" to just plain losing the fight to return to the meat body. He shook his head, one of his little drones reaching up to place a metal leg on his cheek worriedly.

He shook himself out of his reverie, "Fuck me..." He mutters, then looks over to Kurt, "Guys got a point. We gonna leave this last one with a bang right? Do it like that, and no one will forget the Dead Presidents."

Kurt felt a new form of giddyness hearing the word "babe" come from Ash, she was dangerous like a manic pixie dream girl come to life, god knows itll be the death of him.

"Are you guys just... that bloodthirsty?"
"You realize the point of the last job is get in and out as quietly as possible, no one wants to be remembered as the crew that smoked a bunch of innocent civilians." He said slamming the large suit case on the beer-pong table as it bulged with eagerness to open up if anyone dared touch it.

"Ah the dead man, was wondering where your ugly mug went. It's not that we're blood thirsty, it's that we like to have a show as we go. Though I doubt you know anything of theatrics, last time you went in public they likely ran your ass out for looking so decrepit." Kurt spat at Deckard. Kurt never much liked the guy, yet he couldn't doubt that Deckard knew how to do his job, and do it well. "I'll take it you picked up some decent gear at the very least, pop it open lets take a look."

-Another long pull from his vape, on the exhale he spoke- "Honestly though dead man, would it kill you to have a good time like the rest of us? We were all in such a good mood, then your dour ass had to show up."

Johhny suddenly launched himself to his feet. And proclaimed as he did, "Alright! I'm leaving my lil' friends here." The five insect drones let out a chorus of cheers, raising up on hind legs to thrust fore legs into the air like they are giving arm pumps. After that they leap off Johnny's shoulders and chest and scamper about, finding places to watch the goings on. The Rigger isn't going to miss much by the looks of it. One of them even skitters up, along the table, over Kurt's arm briefly, onto the lip of the suit case and then peers into the case curiously. Johnny grins, "I'm going to go see to that Buffalo, yo!"

He turns and heads out. Up the ramp path to the door out of the building. Though Johnny isn't there in person, his Drones tweet and skitter about. Watching listening for the man.

Outside there's a beep, and before what looked like a PoS rusting hulk shudders. The camo-chrome shimmering, and revealing the beauty beneath, a beautiful retooled and tuned up Tesrolet 2020 Scorpion muscle car, pride of the Tesla/Chevrolet merger. A big block, powerful car, seats five, he'd pulled part of the team out in it once even. One of his favorite rides. As he approaches the car beeps again bio-sensors crediting him coming near, and starting the car with a roar. Slipping into the car and plugging the Rigger Jack into the data jack on the back of his neck, and he's one with the car. With a roar he peels on out into the street. And makes his way back to his garage and home. Gotta pull that Ablewerth Buffalo out of it's place, get his drones to start painting it over. May take all night. He won't miss a thing at the meeting though. Not a chance.

"Just because you guys want to have fun does not mean you should be careless..." Jackie North responded curtly to Kurt's remarks while she walked into the room with as much grace as a ballerina. Her glasses reflecting the neon light emitting from the walls and ceiling. Her snow white coat glowed pink, green, and blue and formed a new shade of purple in her presence. "If you want this to be flawless, I recommend to not smoke weed or inject drugs within the next 24 hours in order to ensure the brain and the body is functioning at full capacity."

"Alcohol would be the preferred substitute though I highly recommend to stay sober when carrying out a heist." she continued to lecture the crew like she was their mother or teacher. "Additionally, if we obtained the money from this bank, it would be preferable if we wisely spend the money to renovate our secret homes to be more hospitable. My current room is too unsanitary for safe healing. And if you do intend of going 'loud', I will respectfully accompany this group for the heist to ensure that no one gets too painfully injured on the job.

The excitement that was bubbling in her as she continued to type away was short lived once North walked into the room and opened that big mouth of hers. Ash had to keep from rolling her eyes too hard or risk hurting her head. Where did the doc get off telling her what she could and couldn't do, huh?!

She could feel the heated glare shot her way from the doc as she instructed them all to not partake in any illicit drugs for the time being leading up to the actual heist.
"WHAAT!?" Her indignation leaping out, "Ya can't be serious doc! C'mon, that's not even fair, ya know?"

However, no matter how loud Ash seemed to get in volume, Jackie just ignored her, speaking over her like a parent would a child interrupting a conversation. That really pissed her off - though she sat there, clicking away at something on her personal deck, fuming as she shot glares at the doc every so often mumbling under her breath about using her cut for 'something more fun than on the doc's personal shit.'

"Listen, Ash. My lord..." Jackie huffed, already putting her foot down on the girl's antics. "Can you not go one day without injecting needles into your arms? For your safety, I would not want you to risk an overdose in a middle of a job!" However, knowing Ash's nature, it would be futile to just end it there. She's talking to a brick wall so Jackie might as well bring out the sledgehammer.

The medic took off her glasses and sigh heavily while her face met her palm. "If..IF we manage to complete this heist, I would be content to allow you to celebrate our success however you see fit. Deal?" It took every amount of self restraint not to spit those words out in contempt.

The Tesrolet Scorpion rolled into an out of the way warehouse district a short bit later. The roar of the engine echoing off the walls of the other slowly rusting away warehouses. This place used to hold food and luxury items for New Wealth way back when. Now they stood empty or in some cases with old rotting away sofas and love seats. The warehouse that the Scorpion pulls up next too though, is set up just a tad differently from the variety of others in the large warehouse complex. It's more blocky, with large reinforced concrete doors that slide into the ground, thick and heavy designed for security. May have been the lots security forces garage. And seeing all the vehicles were taken away but the facility was never really decommisioned, everything that Johhny needed was inside. Jacks and wheel repair kits. Body work and chassis repair kits. It was all there.

When he moved in all he had to do was repair or replace some of the items. And soon most of the bays were filled with his tuned up and tricked out vehicles. From the Scorpion down to a tiny speedy Nebula Mass sportster. But as he pulls in and the big security doors grind back up into place, and the lights turn on with pings of powerful lighting rigs. It's the big Ableweryth Buffalo Combat Wagon that's already been brought out of it's bay and placed up on the repair runners.

As Johnny pulls the Scorpion into it's Bay he gets out, the automated bay turning the car so he can pull out easily enough. HE walks over to the Buffalo, already his repair drones, eight stocky work drones are pulling out the paint drums and the spray guns. The chromed combat wagon is ready to be painted over. He calls to the eight drones, "Alright boys..." He stops a moment trailing off as his five little spider drones back at the hideout relay the rest of the meeting to him. He twitches, his eyes flickering open and closed. He grunts, as the spider drones start to hide away, returning to little hidden berths to settle in and power down. He stumbles, and one of his repair drones catches him. He pants, "Thank the tech gods you guys can't tell people about that." He gulps and sniffs, touching a trail of red dripping down from his left nostril, "Getting worse...anyway...alright you guys, this thing needs to look like a SecuRanks armored truck, by morning. You know the drill, let's get this going." He meanwhile heads over to a stamping press nearby and slots a jack into his data jack, "Ahhh...okay...let's see..." He starts searching through the presses database, "SecuRanks...there we go..." The machine begins to work, stamping out two license plats and a top ID pad. Which ought to atleast fool a quick look at the plates and pad. May not hold up to a in depth look, but by then hopefully they won't need it.

As he pulls his jack he looks at one of his drones, "Get a dual .30 in to the armament bay on the top of the truck, and fill the hopper with atleast 10 minutes of ammo." The drone burble something and trundles off to do so, the other seven drones busily painting the wagon. Johhny sniffed again, ignoring the tingling in his arms and feet, losing feeling in his meat. He's got work to do.

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Johnny had fallen asleep, and dreamt of open roads, long treks and the roar of an engine...his engine. He gasps as he comes awake to the tap of one of his drones, pointing at the wagon which has been painted and three of the drones are finishing up with the turret atop it, making sure it can disappear and reappear into and out of the hidden port in the top. He nods, "alright boys good work. Great work." He sends a thought and the repair runners slowly lower into the floor of the garage. The Buffalo settling. Then with another thought it roars to life. He grins, "Alright...someone get me a danish and coffee...then...we party..." Soon after Johnny with danish and a coffee in hand taken from the food store in the garage is seated in the drivers seat of the Buffalo, jacked in and half paying attention as he cruises to the hideout to meet up with the part of the team he's taking with him. In the wagon...and him...in the drivers seat.