As you discuss how to get there, you all hear Dr. Destruction's voice in your head again "The mini-sub the missing team used was the only one I had available, but I know where you can get another" and he gives you GPS co-ordinates. It is in Star City.
"Right, well Jack we can probably just land it near the island I can get us both to land if we're close enough, you know i've got one hell of a vertical." She laughed at her own little joke openly on the communication channel(if she had it)
"Hey Doc... Ehem.. Dr. Destruction, thanks for sending the secondary team, they kind of saved our bacon. Though it would have been nice to send them a day earlier cause we've been sitting down there for like three days now.. I did NOT pack for an extended stay. By the way me and Jack are the only ones left alive from the old crew, and I distinctly remember you saying no less than four to a team. I'm sad to report that Electo, Heavy Hitta, and Blackblade didn't make it, there was a complication and a... super fin. I don't know how to describe it, Jack can send you the details once he's done a scan I think.. but it's at the other teams base and we don't exactly know where that is."
She looked over the controls once more and course corrected. "Unless you've got any objections I'm gonna ditch this mini-sub near the edge of the island but we're going to go on foot from there."
Hrungir will use the Bifrost to return to the lair quickly.
Paradigm nods to the pilot. "That or I can simply fly there, but I suppose we are trying to not attract attention. "
"Right, well Jack we can probably just land it near the island I can get us both to land if we're close enough, you know i've got one hell of a vertical." She laughed at her own little joke openly on the communication channel(if she had it)
Crackerjack deigns to acknowledge the joke.
"Ha."
He also nitpicks her report slightly.
"'Aberrant' Fin is I believe more appropriate. All Fins are 'super' comparative to the norm, but this creature was far beyond even that."
He does not object to Kat's suggestion to park the sub, merely grumbles under his breath about the loss of his portal gun, as Kat is probably used to (and/or thoroughly sick of) by now.
So, it sounds like the groups leave the subs underwater and swim ashore, and then hoof it back to the main group's headquarters. The new team's HQ was designed for 4 or 5 people, while this one was designed for 9 or 10, so the new team moves in with the old one (you can go back to the old HQ and get your personal possessions off-camera).
Dr. Destruction comes on-line shortly after Kathrine speaks to him, and says "I am busy with many projects, and you are expected to be able to take care of yourself indefinitely without my help. You should consider yourself lucky that I sent a second team at all. I will send a team to pick up the Fin's body soon. Please await further orders."
What do you do?
Angel returns to the lair, staying low to avoid notice. She will retrieve her meager possessions and belongings (not much, really) and proceed to the new lair.
Paradigm, being that he was already self-reliant, had little to collect from the old place and settled easily into the new. He was determined to get as much information from the Fin's body before the boss man's other people came to collect it, so he spends a lot of time researching and performing experiments.
Kat docks them fairly close to the island there was enough space for her to jump over with Jack to land and then they could be on their merry way to the base chatting idly with the other team along the way.
"Yeah... well things kind of went sideways real quick when Bet-er... Heavy hitta went into the room with the sardines herself, things just sort of exploded into weirdness. Either way, I really am glad you sent them. Hey you guys wanna get a bite I think we're pretty tapped at base? Got any vehicles bring em, I'm fast but running around everywhere is still exhausting."
If Jack wanted she'd use her enhanced speed to get them back to civilization where they may be able to 'hitch' a ride further. If not she ran ahead to do so herself.
So, you all make it back to the group-that-showed-up-second's base. The current residents give you keys, passcodes, ID cards, whatever, so that the new members don't set off the security and can unlock the front door.
After the new members get settled in (which may take a half a day to travel to their old base to get their belongings), the entire new group is settled around the dining/conference table, and the issue of what to do until Dr. D calls upon you again comes up. 3 ideas are suggested, and an order to do them in is also suggested. But now you have to work out the details of *how* to do the first heist...
After being pried from his work for a family meeting, Paradigm puts out his ideas. "So, I agree that getting some extra funds first is prudent, but the museum definitely needs to come next. As for getting into the bank, Thomas seems to have some pretty uncanny abilities to get into and out of places. The question is can he bring back anything with him? If not, Hrungir can open a dimensional bridge, if I'm not mistaken, but I'm unsure of the parameters of that ability. That said, I can certainly open a portal to the vault, but having not seen it will make it more difficult. I think my talents would be better suited to hacking their security and making sure we aren't seen in the vault."
Enkidu shrugs, "In my robbery days, I was usually more of a Smash and Dash kinda guy, but I can do whatever. I can be pretty stealthy when the situation calls for it. I didn't usually have the connections to know what kind of high yield prizes might be about, so I usually stuck to robbing banks and armoured cars."
"I fail to see the point of this exercise. How does it benefit us or our patron? How does it advance our campaign against the V'Sori?
Kat moved towards the 'family meeting from the kitchen with a glass of in one hand and a bottle of butterscotch schnapps in the other. "Well to be fair armoured trucks are a lot less security than high end banks, or museums housing priceless artifacts, which no doubt will be used to subjugate people on the 'history' of our V'sori rulers." she sat down to a plate with a MegaMac burger on it, she was on a budget for the time. Instead of her uniform she sat in a loose tanktop and jogging pants. Hair let down and wild to the one side, bare arms showed several tattoos adorning her crimson skin.
Her tail coiled under her own seat reflexively so as not to get stepped on, "Well Angel look at it this way. We have no gear with which to take down V'sori battle armor or vehicles, money can help us get those things. Us being more powerful will help as well. More cash in the hands of the Omegas means more guns to shoot at those fish-faces. Not everyone is like us, swinging swords that cut through time and space, shifting into deadly prehistoric creatures, or melting V'sori with their minds."
The professor nods approvingly. "Yes. The more we can acquire, the better we will be able to do the things that are required of us and we can then be rid of those aliens and get back to what we do best."
"Besides those, it's always good to keep our abilities sharp and our presence known. What good is a freedom fighter if the enemy is not constantly cursing our name?"
"Speaking of, we really do need a name. An identity outside of being Dr. Destruction's lackeys is necessary for us to truly shine on our own merits, after all."
"But I suppose that can wait. The bank heist seems simple enough. Ghost Man here-" he gestures vaguely at Thomas "Can simply enter the vault and steal the cash and whatever else valuable is in the lockboxes, then leave just as easily. It lacks panache, but desperate times must necessitate certain sacrifices."
"The museum on the other hand...here's where we can get creative, really leave our mark on things. We should do some recon, see what kind of defenses we're working with. With that done, a classic "locked room theft" has a certain appeal; if we can baffle the V'Sori on HOW we did the crime, leaving no trace of our presence except a calling card of sorts,...well, that is the PERFECT announcement of our presence to the world."
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As the members, both new and old, sit around the table, an old-ish lady comes out of the kitchen and sits before everyone a plate of delicious-smelling baked chicken and a glass of code-red Mountain Dew.
Except for Katherine, who also gets a bottle of green-apple schnapps set in front of her. "If you're going to do that, do it right," she says motherly-ish before continuing her never-ending shuttle runs between the table and the kitchen.
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Thomas bows from the waist as Crackerjacks singles him out for praise. He washes down his bite of chicken with a swallow from his red glass and continues. "Ah, many thanks. Yes verily SWEET indeed will it be to rain down RIGHTEOUSNESS upon those that hath wronged me and mine so harshly."
He pauses to raise a glass and salute his mom who seems to take little notice.
"Now, you are correct on most things. I'll not need help to actually get in to the bank, tie up the employees, kill them slowly, relish their screams, and then leave with a bag full of money. That's just a normal Tuesday for me," he pauses to drink.
"Mind you, yes, the good Professor's help would be enjoyed thoroughly if he could run herd on the whole thing.
Of course, two things come to mind.
First, it is -possible- however unlikely, that I can't actually get in to a safe where the aforementioned money is kept. If they, I don't know how, get the door closed when I appear, AND die with honor without spilling the access codes, keys, or whatnot, I may need some help opening a door.
Also!
It dawns upon me that the most valuable thing in a bank is not money. It's -possible- that there are things in their safe-deposit boxes that could buy us -either- MORE money, or, most likely, the kind of influence that only formerly-thought-safe objects can bring.
I mean, sure, we all want to kill the South Side Slashers. No one's arguing that. But if we could get them to work for -us- based on what we got out of a safe deposit box?
But, I can't open several dozen (hundreds?) boxes all on me onesies.
Hence, if I could get some help in that area, that might turn this from a "good" raid into a F@@&ING AWESOME! raid."
He smiles.
Everyone would know that most banks these days have video security systems that would be able to detect anyone who's not invisible. Hmmm...
Everyone make a Common Knowledge (Smarts) roll at -6.
So, to quickly empty the bank, everyone should be involved, which means getting past security systems (cameras, access codes, etc.).
"With a bit of work, I can hack the system, but it isn't my specialty. I will see what I can do however to keep us all off the radar."
"If we are determined to engage in this pointless exercise, I will acquiesce. I can aid in emptying the boxes."
So, everyone else : you've determined that Thomas could not empty the bank on his own, which means getting past security systems (cameras, access codes, etc.) - how are you all going to get in there?
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Paradigm walks along the street near the bank looking for all the world like just everyone else. He stops and looks at his phone, but in his mind's eye, his nanobots have already started streaming into the network near the building and they are finding every backdoor they can...
Kat looked at the new bottle and her old being swiped away, simply downing her original shot only to pour another and down it as well before pushing the chicken to the side she much preferred the burger at the moment. "Ah that sweet refreshing bite... thanks.. uh.. Who's the lady?" She chomped into the MegaMac causing it's signature sauce to ooze off the side, they always put too much before the team got down to serious planning. "I suppose another way to think about it Angel is that... those banks help the V'sori, we're against the v'sori so taking out the bank, will help to detriment them and in the meantime we can strengthen the resistance. We just have to do this and pray there are no civilian casualties, I mean hell can't you just ask the big G-man for forgiveness if some folks get their insides turned into their outsides? You are an angel after all... I mean.. not an arch-angel or a seraphim but ya know still."
"I suppose it's worth noting that there are cameras that can see invisible targets, though they are incredibly rare. Something I will keep an eye out for, though I doubt the bank will have such advanced defenses."
Just to be clear, you're all still at the base, talking around the table. No one's near a bank at this point, until you work out the details.
Hrungir says I will ferry the riches back to our lair once we arrive in the vault.
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"Oh, that's just mom," Tom answers Kat, not volunteering anything else if he can help it. "And, yeah, so long as the V'Sori maintain a stable society, then society will back them. So, by the very nature, the more chaos we create, the weaker they will be.
So this makes them weaker, and us stronger. It's a win-win!"
So, we seem to have stalled. Do you want me to make some "command decisions" for you, or do you want to hash out the details yourselves?
The amount of cash/valuables depends on the size of the bank :
Branch office (many) - least amount
Major office (few) - more
Main office (one) - most
And obviously, the more valuables the building is holding, the higher the security...
"Obviously we're raiding the main branch, yes?" Crackerjack looks around and raises an eyebrow expectantly.
"There's not much point in doing this if we come off as common...criminals." he says with a sneer.
"I was going to suggest maybe we do a warm-up so we can all get our roles in this raid down." She took another shot and finished her burger. She stood and took everything to the kitchen and tossed it in the sink before turning around to look at the group. "I mean, i'm no genius especially when it comes to this kind of villainy. But i'm pretty sure there are specific things everyone does. You've got your muscle, your getaway driver in case things go to s+*~, the face, the hacker, the person in charge of the hostages also muscle. So we need to talk about this beforehand."
She looked to Crackerjack and smirked walking around to the nearest side of the counter to lean on it, crossing her arms and legs. "Truth be told I don't think Jack even has his learners permit. So mister master heist Thomas we need to discuss a location to hit, a plan to stick by, and our roles in that plan. I'm not gonna say i'm the best driver but I think i can fill driver or muscle. Then again I'm also not sure how our resident Bi-frost wielding Giant's magic works, nor if it can be tracked."
Hrungir says I may travel to any place I have seen. The more I know the place, the easier it is to locate it along the bifrost.
Paradigm, after imagining his actions during the upcoming heist, looks to the others, opening his eyes slowly. "Perhaps our new comrade is correct. We hit something smaller and work our way up. Not all of us are as well versed in simple criminal activities and I would not want us to look like Keystone cops when we raid the museum. Many things are at stake." Looking to Hrungir, he says "I can attempt to open a viewable area into the vault. Unless they have some sort of protection against my magic, will that help you open your Rainbow Bridge?"
She looked to Crackerjack and smirked walking around to the nearest side of the counter to lean on it, crossing her arms and legs. "Truth be told I don't think Jack even has his learners permit."
Jack puffs up.
"That's because I never needed a car before THOSE BLASTED-" he begins, then chokes back a monologue on the oppression of the V'Sori and his poor, lost gear with great effort.
"No matter; I suppose it would be too much to expect a group of people working under one of the greatest criminal minds of our age to be able to handle a simple robbery without a dry run."
"Without the advanced version of the Magnum one of my greatest single contributions to this heist will be a simple one: I can manipulate the camera footage to show whatever we please. I could also attempt to put together a device for us to use that may help get past a specific obstacle, but on such short notice it would be as unreliable as your own apparent criminal track records."
Katherine sighed at the so-called braniacs being at a loss for words. She started towards the table grabbing the bottle of Schnaps on her way and taking two swigs before slamming it(not enough to damage it) on the table, "Alright listen up, none of us have done a heist as a team.. hell we havent all been present to do a mission as an official team. That doesnt mean we can't find a way to do this, but we either toss in ideas or we dont do it. Considering we are working for the most well reknowned supervillain of our time, we for sure should be able to rob a damn bank." She slid the bottle to the center of the table and pointed at it.
"Our objective is the main office of the 1st 3rds 5th bank we split into teams; Professor, Jack you're both good with tech so you'll have covering eachothers back when you plug into the matrix. Tommy, Ice G you two can reliably infiltrate and free the sweet chocolaty center of this tootsiepop if we can't walk in the front door we can get you a good enough view to warp inside or drop you on the roof. Raptor Jesus, i'm not sure how far you can push your shapeshifting, we'll need an idea of where we're headed, get in the vents and scout it out. Angel, you and me can keep lookout outside, stay high and quiet and if things go sideways we can muscle our way through. We go into this together AND we come out together understood no stragglers noone gets left behind. We hit it at noght that way we minimize the chances of being seen and of civillian casualties. We deal with issues as they arrive cause no plan survives first contact. So if you've got anything to add speak now or forever shut the hell up."
She grabbed the bottle again, "Now who wants to get this bank!" She held it out for anyone to take.
Angel nods her acceptance of the plan.
Replies, anyone?
"Your plan is...passable, for someone of your limited mental faculties. We need more information before proceeding, however. Our resident shapeshifter could run into a grid of laser wires and be sliced to pieces for instance."
"Going at night is as well a terrible idea. They'll have transported most of the money out by then. Plus we'll be lacking in hostages."
"We need to learn what day of the week the money is moved from the bank and distributed, and hit the day before that; this is when our take will be the biggest."
"Then we need to figure out what our attention getter will be...something flashy, to get the attention of our overlords."
"Ah! I've got it. We need to figure out a way to steal the bank vault itself, not just the contents..." he begins, then starts muttering to himself the details of such a plot.