Private Either We Bring You Warm Or Cold, Your Choice

[Hank Winnfield]

Location: Ord Mantell, Inside An Unused Black Sun Factory
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Scream and grunting filled the dark hall, as on the far end at the right side there's a dim light coming out of it. The closer someone get to the room, the clearer the scream as the voice keeps intensifying. Standing at front of the room, you can hear 2 different voices but can't seems to identify who it is inside unless you get nearer due to the light. Inside the dim lighted room, there's a chair in the middle and a table full of different type of equipment next to it, from wrenches to knifes. Sitting on the chair is a bloodied Rodian who's panting and squirming whilst strapped on the chair, face all bloodied from the pain inflicted to him. The Rodian seem to be in his mid 20s, he has a cut mark on his face but can't tell if it was an old or new wound because of the blood, and he's wearing clothing which looks like a mechanic.​

"Please i'm just a mechanic"
"I swear i don't know anything" ​

The unknown Rodian keeps repeating his words as he screamed in agony with every pain he felt inflicted to him by a man next to him, who is wearing a black suit and black gloves. The white pale man smiles as he doesn't answer the screaming Rodian, as he continue punching him at the gut and his face. Every punch felt and looks precise, as it hits where it will hurt the most for the Rodian, it is a punch given by someone who knows what they're doing. The pale man suddenly stop his punches, giving the Rodian a small and momentary relief, as the pale man heads over to the table fill with all kinds of equipment he can use. He begins to hover his hands above what it seems to be a collection of different types of knife, as he smile whilst picking a combat knife from the table. If looks closely there's an inscription on the handle, it says Agnetha.​

"Do you want to know why I use a knife?"
"Guns are too quick. You can't savor all the... little emotions.... you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are"
"So for me, knifes are dependable and quite frankly a satisfyingly tool to use"​

The pale man then turn his body towards the Rodian, he continue giving a smile to him as as he bring his knife closer to him. The Rodian continue to struggle trying to escape as he face shows sorrow and fear as his interrogator pointing his knife towards his hands. The pale man then grab the Rodian hand one by one, as if inspecting it for some reason.​

"Are you a lefty or a righty?" ​

The pale man asked the Rodian in the soft and gentle voice

"I'm left handed, i do all my work mainly with my left hand" ​

he answered the question given to him all of a sudden in a stuttering and worried voice. The pale man then grab his left hand, as he starts open his palms and closes in his knife towards his palms. He stops his knife just as the tip touches his palms, as it seems he will push it through his hands.

"Now, if you don't answer my question i'm going to push this knife slowly inside your hands"
"This will hurt a lot as the knife goes deeper and finally it pierced through you hand i'm afraid"
"So it's best if you answer quickly and honestly" ​

The pale man begins to push the knife so slowly it's as if you can feel it moving inside the hand. The mechanic began to scream more loudly than he ever before, he tries to bite his mouth to stop himself from screaming but the pain was to much for him. The pale man only smiles as he continue to push the knife very slowly so it will take a long time for it to pierce through. The knife his using is very sharp as it goes through the hand like butter.​

"So, feel like talking yet?"​

He stopped the knife for a bit whilst moving it side to side a bit, making a different kind of pain for the Rodian.

"Okay..... Okay..... i'll talk, i'll tell you about the ones who's been attacking the Black Sun"
"I'll tell you everything you wanted, just please pull the knife out of my hand"​

He said to his interrogator, as the Rodian can't stand anymore torture given to him, with his head hung down from the exhaustion and pain he received.

"Very good"
"See, you wouldn't have to endure this if you had answered my question when we started 1 hour ago"
"Now, tell me what you know about...."​

As he was going to ask his question, someone entered the room, a Pit Droid came in stopping the pale man from finishing his question. The pale man looks over to the Pit Droid without pulling the knife from the Rodian hands and leaving it there.

"What is it Noho?"
"I'm in the middle of an interrogation"​

He answered in an annoyed voice as he finally got the Rodian to finally willing talk and give him the info he was looking for.

"The two ladies you're going to work with had just contacted us, Hank"

"I was wondering when they will arrive"
"Well it was my fault i didn't tell them the exact time to meet me, thank you Noho"
"Can you kindly give them our address and tell them to come here"
"Ohh, and serve them some refreshment if they're here"

"Will do Hank"​

As the Pit Droid start to walk back outside the room to send a message to his new acquaintance, Aloy Vizsla and Tan'yill Vizsla . Hank turn his attention back towards the worn out Rodian as he pulled his gloves to tighten it.

"Well that ruin the mood didn't it"
"How about we continue our knife play to lighten it up, shall we?"

"But you said you'll stop if i told you everything you wanted to hear?" ​

The Rodian asked Hank in despair at the fact that he will continue to push the knife, even though the Rodian agreed to answer everything Hank ask him in exchange he'll stop the interrogation. Hank didn't answer his question as he doesn't care, he only smiles as he put his hand back on the knife and continue pushing it through the Rodian Hank. Since Hank now know he'll get the information regarding the cartel who's been a thorn on the Black Sun recently from the Rodian, he'll have a bit more fun before the Rodian tells him what he wanted and then begin the attack on the cartel boss they're after. A classical song begin to play inside the room, as the knife continue to pierced slowly through the Rodian Hand. The lights in the room began to dimmed even more, as the sound of screaming and classical music fills the Room and the empty hall way outside. ​

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

A lone and heavily modified 74-Z Speeder bike(traveling more like a modified swoop) sped it's way across the desert, Invisible to any and all scanners once it's jammer activates. If anyone wanted to track it to its destination, They'd have to follow on foot.
Aboard that speeder was none other Than Joti Jjota, Who had been bounty hunting under the name "Joti Johayc" ever since the fall of Cin'Vode and Clan Jjota with it. She was dressed in a dull red Beskar'gam with orange accents and an Armourweave poncho that flapped in the wind behind her, giving her the appearance of some Gunslinger or Ronin as she pulls into the yard, Grabbing the long pronged staff magnetized to the side of her vehicle as she slides down the side of the bike, Her loose rocket boots making a distinct Jingling sound as she hits the dirt walking, Making her way up to the entrance and coming to an abrupt stop whilst switching grips on her staff, Simply resting it there like a large walking stick while she waits for whoever is meant to greet her.

Looking back, She knew she'd have to temporarily remove her rocket boots for this hunt. She enjoyed the little sounds they made, But she knew they'd give her away if she had to sneak her way in to find the target. This was becoming more common it seemed, The need for stealth over firepower and gadgets in her line of work. This wouldn't be the first time she'd have to become a ghost to survive, And it wouldn't be the last.


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Hank Winnfield Tan'yill Vizsla​

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

With a quick and accustomed snort, it was gone.

From the back of her hand, the tiny white crystals of spice went so easily up her blue nose. Just like the old times back in Coronet, Corellia. She had almost forgot the unimaginable immortal feeling that she had got from snorting this stuff up. People had said it was dangerous back then, but she had soon found out the truth.

It was a wonderful escape to another world and into a temporary reality. You could do anything. Back then, she could be out all night and running errands for Mitch and the gang, no matter the task she always did her best and was his best lieutenant, even if she did fail sometime and had to pay the price for it. It gave her some trouble, yes, but at the same time it was a feeling of being unstoppable and on top of things. The sky was the limit and in the ring you could fight for an extra hour with the stuff inside you, recieving punch after punch until you saw the right time to come back at your opponent. It was as heavenly as it was frightening, and after a few recent fights back she had now fallen back into it and got a blooded tooth. She just had one opponent that she still wanted to met, and that was Mitch.

The soft sound of classical music and the piercing screams of agony made the whole situation seem as absurd as it was arousing, but what would you not do for a considerable amount of credits? She smiled, slightly. Their employer had seemed... special, but right up the former henchman and streetfighter from Coronet's alley. Placing her gloved hands in the pockets of her long black leather coat, she begun to walk back and forth in the room that they had been assigned to wait by the droid. Under the coat she had a grey short-sleeve top, a green military scarf and a pair of ripped black denim trousers and black military boots. In her dark brown belt hung her KYD-21 blaster piastol and a vibroknife.

With a touch and a snort by the nose, she awaited the other woman she had been assigned to work with. The spice was starting to flow through her body.

The droid soon came back and offered them refreshments, an offer that could not be denied, and within a short moment Tan found herself sipping on a glass of corellian whiskey.

Hank Winnfield Aloy Vizsla

 

[Hank Winnfield]

The screaming heard within the room starts to fade into whispers as it then turn into pure silence accompanied with the classical song to end its final note. Moments after the room fell into silent, Hank came out of the interrogation room and enter where he told Noho to let Tan'yill Vizsla and Aloy Vizsla to stay whilst waiting for him. He arrived to the room with a few blood stain on his suit, where most of the blood is noticeable on his gloves. He looks around the room where his new acquaintance are asked to stay, he gazes from left to right, as he then saw Tan'yill drinking some refreshment Noho provided. Hank tilted his head to the left a bit and gave a smile,​

"I count only one when there's supposed to be two"
"I guess the other one is hasn't arrived yet"​

He said in a soft and tender voice but you can tell he's hiding his true feeling, as if his doing it on purpose. Hank then take a seat in front of Tan'yill, with his leg cross and hands on top of his thigh. The few moments he's been seated, he's only been smiling and gazing over Tan'yill, like he's observing her to understand more of who she is. Because of Hank psychopathic nature, he tend to act weird even crazy especially when there's other people, as he doesn't socialize with other people frequently. 70% of his socialization is with his knife, 20% is with Noho his personal droid, and 10% is with other people. He mostly on interact with his employer or people his working with, other than that he speak to himself even in public places. He looks at people for no particular reason, concentrating his gaze on them as if to pretend his analysing them even though his just messing with them. A few minutes later Noho entered the room once again bringing some coffee for Hank, as he doesn't drink any alcohol or use any substances. One may call him a saint for that reason alone, if only he doesn't like to torture people or kill people for a living. Noho then handed him his coffee to Hank, as he then took a sip from the hot coffee.​

"This is good as usual Noho, thank you"
"Any news from the other one?"

"It seems she has arrived and waiting outside, i'm about to come greet her

"I see, please do that will you Noho"
"Also help with any equipment she's bringing in case she needed extra help to carry anything"

"Will do Hank"​

The Pit Droid goes outside the building to come and greet Joti, as Hank continues to sip his coffee with the smile from his face had not yet fade. He then put his coffee down, then suddenly he clapped his hand as he realize something. He has yet to fully introduce himself, it is quite impolite to not give a proper introduction to someone who you just met, especially if they're going to work together in Hank opinion. He looks at Tan'yill as he begin to speak to her directly for the first time,​

"Where are my manners"
"My name is Hank Winnfield, i'll be working with you and the other one today to kill the cartel boss"
"The small droid is Noho, he my personal droid, he takes care of menial task"
"I am very glad that we'll be working together on this contract"​

He said with a huge smile and tender voice. After a few moments he stopped talking for a bit as he is speaking to her, then he put his index finger on his lips for a bit before he continue to speak again.​

"I just had received a good info that will help us with our contract, got it from a very nice Rodian"
"Had a very nice personal conversation with him at the back, Agnetha also had some good quality time with him, made her quite happy"
"The Black Sun said there's only one guy who knows the exact location of the target, his Lieutenant, apparently our target like to hide while his Lieutenant takes charge of his men outside their base"
"Thus i have lead on how to get to his Lieutenant, courtesy from my newfound Rodian Friend at the back"
"Apparently the Lieutenant like to hang around at a local hostess club, he has a few dozen men with him outside the building and inside the building to keep him protected"
"So we need to hit them from both the inside and outside so they won't have a chance to run away"
"We'll discuss our plan of attack once Noho let the other one in, so while we wait we can have a nice chat and refreshment"​

He continue to smile at Tan'yill as he took another sip from his coffee as it begins to cooldown. With his legs still crossed, left hand on his thigh and right hand holding the coffee, Hank is enjoying the moment as he waits for Noho to bring Joti inside as he ontinue to talk with Tan'yill.​

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Spoiler: (My ambience for muh immersion, Ignore)

Joti enters soon after, The subtle spur like jingle entering the room even before herself as she is escorted in by Noho the pit droid.
Entering the room, She scans the room with a variety of electrical devices built into her helmet shortly before following suit with her more organic eyes, Which rest briefly on Hank Winnfield , And then slightly longer on Tan'yill Vizsla .

"Forgive the delay. I took extra measures to ensure I was'nt followed."
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With a simple flick of the wrist, Her staff is suddenly folded and then magnetized to her back, Freeing up her hands before removing her helmet, Which was in turn magnetized to a small plate on her belt, Freeing up her hands for the cigarette she was now pulling from her cloak pocket.
Using her new implant, She activates her bracer, priming the small flame projector within and causing a single tiny candle flame to appear just long enough to light the cigarette she shakes out the bracer's flame and lifts the cigarette to her mouth, Taking a long drag and then exhaling not traditional tobacco smoke, But a strange orange smoke that smelled vaguely citrus-like.

"Joti. Joti Johayc. Lookin' forward to working with you two and whatever mischief you have planned for us."
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She didn't say much after that. Not that she wasn't a talkative woman, In fact some said she talked too much, But now wasn't the time. It was time for her employer to speak and for her to listen. She could always socialize on the way over or after a job well done. Hopefully her blue partner over there wouldn't mind the occasional chat, Else this could be dreadfully boring.
Well, Till the blasting starts anyway. She was looking forward to testing a few things too...

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[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Judging by the screams and the premiss why she was here, Blue knew some kind of interogation was going on behind that cold steel door. Blue was her nickname back then. That kind of scream slowly and under pure agony fading into nothing was recogniseable to the former crime lieutenant from Coronet. Power. Power through fear and pain was a considerable part of her past. Power that had come with a price, the price of sometimes having to endure it yourself. She had been hunted after the breakup with Mitch and her leaving of Corellia. Now, after those years, they must have stopped looking for her. If they had not - it would be a pleasure for her to punch his face in.

This was a supposed to be a big job. A profitable one for all of them. Who would miss a local crime cartel boss, anyway?

Tan turned her head around towards the door as it opened, more of the classical music escaping from the room. A bald man with bloody gloves on his hands presented himself in a soft and tender voice that would not fool her, even if he realy tried to hide his feelings and mood. That wasn't the case, though. He seemed cold and indifferent to the fact that he had either killed the being behind the door or made him fall unconscious by careful yet wicked treatment in the craft of torture. About what she had expected after their initial contact. Her green-yellowish gaze met his with piercing defiance. He tried to read her, know her, see into her past - she answered in the same coin, the tips of her lekkus slowly curling at its tips.

She took another sip of the amber colored brandy, feeling it burn down her throat but with little to none expression to her face as she did. All while keeping her gaze on the man while he talked to the droid, before turning his attention to her again, introducing himself. She turned on the spot to fully face him. The man broke out in a broad grin, giving him an aura of insanity. It would creep the hell out of some, but not her. Especially not in this state, with the spice slowly starting to work their magic.

Tan downed the last of the whiskey and sat the glass down on a nearby sidetable. She didn't say anything, yet. Instead she licked her lavender lips to fully savour the taste of the whiskey left there, before she took steps towards the man. Even with sturdy military boots, her walk was naturally gracious thanks to her species and of course her gender. She put the hands in the pockets of the long black leathercoat, before she slowly passed him behind his chair.

''Well... The pleasure is mine, Hank. As long as you got the credits?'' she said, turning up on the other side of the chair, looking down at him again. He would already know her name from the initial contact.

As if on cue, after Hank finished with asking for the other contractor, the enterance door behind her opened and in walked a figure in red and orange mandalorian armor. She forgived herself for the delay, in a womans voice, and started to take off her helmet. This was a bit intriguing, truth to be told. A young womans face and icy blue eyes met them, a fiery red hair was also revealed. A special, but good looking appearance. Tan looked back at Hank for a brief moment.

''Clever girl.'' she said with a nod back at their new acquaintance, before she glanced back at the redhair again.

''Pleasure. I'm Tan'yill. Friends call me Tan. You look thirsty, hun?''

Aloy Vizsla Hank Winnfield

 

[Hank Winnfield]

With Aloy Vizsla and Tan'yill Vizsla finally arrived and gathered before Hank, he gave a huge grin as he even shows his teeth. Hank is quite satisfied with what he sees before him, two capable people that will have no problem with dealing with this nuisance of a Cartel. Hank has met a lot of people from all kind of different background, had fought against all type of adversaries, so he knows when he sees a fine specimen of killers in front of him. Especially the Mandalorian in front of him, whom he is tempted to try and slice her with Anni-Frid & Agnetha to have a bit of fun as he know Mandalorian are a tough cookie. Hank was once a Mandalorian before he gave it all up and abandon its way, but he regards Mandalorian very highly and consider them the few who are at the top of the food chain in this universe. Unfortunately he sees their rules and code as nothing but nuisance and the very thing that stops them from going beyond what they are currently. It matters not at the moment, as Hank knows he need to stay calm and check his bloodlust while on this contract. Hank is a perfectionist when it comes to contracts, not only he has to finish the contract but also do it efficiently and smoothly as can be. He then look at the two of them as he said,​

"Well now that everyone is here, we can get started"
"As i said before to the lovely Twi'lek, i got a tip on how to get the target which is through to his Lieutenant"
"He tends to go the the hostess club to have some fun with his goons every night it seems"
"So our plan is simples"​

Hank then takes out a datapad to show the hostess club mapping area, as he sets it on the table so everyone can see it clearly. It shows the inside layout of the club, consist of 3 floors, and a VIP Lounge at the 3rd floor. There is two stairs on each floor that connect every one of the floors, one on each side with no walls surrounding the stairs. 3 entrances are located at the Club, the main entrance, the back entrance which both are located at the 1st floor, and an emergency exit door at the 2nd floor on the left side of the area. Hank then points his finger towards the VIP Lounge which is the largest room in the club.​

"So according to the Rodian, our Lieutenant stays at the VIP Lounge where there's 6 people with him"
"His name is Karter, a male Besalisk, so he won't be hard to find in there"
"He place most of his guys inside, around 8 on each floor, not counting the men with him at the VIP Lounge"
"While there is only 5 outside waiting outside the club at their vehicles"
"Most of the men inside will likely be distracted or drunk"
"There's also not much windows placed on the Club, especially on the VIP Lounge, so that leaves out any possibility of sniper cover from the outside"
"The best way is for two of us to get inside first while the last one stays outside clearing out their way of escape and the goons outside"
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Hank stop talking and looks at the two of them for a few seconds before continuing to talk.

"So here's the good news and bad news"
"The good news is that i can get one of you to be placed in the VIP Lounge as one of the workers there, courtesy of the Black Sun"
"And the bad news we only get one shot to get him, as the Lieutenant won't be out in the open like this for awhile"
"It seems his going to be overseeing one of their operation base, which is heavily guarded"
"Not that i don't like a good raid, but seems to much of a hassle to go through for a mere Lieutenant"​

Hank then explain the rest of their plan, with the two ladies going inside and Hank outside clearing out the guys there before heading in with them to avoid early suspicion. One will be stationed at the 1st floor as the other one will be at the VIP Lounge, Hank will come in through the 2nd floor emergency exit. Hank told them not to worry about the noise or destruction they cause, as the Black Sun will handle the aftermath and stops any local authority from coming as they have them in their payroll. As for who will be the lucky one to be dressing up to be placed at the VIP Lounge, Hank said to the two of them they'll decide it amongst themselves, he told them with a big grin on his face. It won't be a problem for normal customers to enter the club but it will be impossible for them to go to 3rd floor as the Lieutenant won't allow anyone up there whilst he staying unless you shoot them of course.​

"I won't be able to go in there with you ladies until the shooting starts, as someone tipped them off that i'm coming for them so they know who i am"
"And my face isn't exactly that common, so it doesn't help"
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He said to them with a small laugh, as Hank doesn't exactly have a friendly look, then he continued his explanation.

"But they don't know who you two are or that we know he's there so it gives us an advantage"
"We have 6 hours until they are at the club, enough time for us to set up and scout the area"​

Hank than clapped his hand as he looks at the two, giving a smile to them,

"So any question about the plan?'
"Or even an suggestion would be nice to hear"​

As he waits for the two to give their opinions and answer, Hank called Noho to prepare his equipment and also to dispose of the Rodian who's at the edge of his life at the back, with Hank having no other use for a broken toy.​

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Well, This was shaping up to be an interesting day. Between the psychotic and toothy grin of her new employer and the piercing green-yellow stare of what looked to be her new co-worker, It appeared that Joti was once again in the company of the murderous. Not the fat and loaded cartel bosses that she was used to selling her services to, No, These people were the people that worked for their ilk. These were stone cold killers. Assassins.

''Pleasure. I'm Tan'yill. Friends call me Tan. You look thirsty, hun?''

"Mm. Always" She chuckles "A whisky if you please."

"Friends used to call me Red. But that was... A long time ago."
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There was one key difference between Joti and others in her line of work, And that was honesty. She made no effort to hide the regret and pain in her voice, As subtle as it may be. If that wasn't enough, The turning of her mental gears was plain to see, As she stares at her bald employer, Trying to decide what to make of him. She could tell that he'd either be a one time employer, Or a real kriffing problem for her later...

Still, Credits were credits, And she needed them. So, She focuses her attention on Hank, And not the blue tan'yill, However tempting that may be.
By the time it was all said and done however, Joti's uneasy frown was out for everyone to see. The thought of playing dress up for the VIPs wasn't exactly pleasant, Which meant she'd be stuck in the lounge waiting for hell to break loose, And removed from her temporary partner. She trusted Tan'yill could handle herself of course, Else the twi'lek wouldn't have been hired in the first place, But Joti liked to keep her partners close by ever since Vash...

"Well, I hate to say this but," She turns to Tan'yill
"I'm not exactly hostess material... You on the other hand. I think you'd do just fine."
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Taking another drag off her cigarette while giving Tan'yill the once over, She slowly sighs another orange puff of smoke before shaking it out and tossing it towards the nearest trash bin.

"And I ain't playing dress up for the VIPs either. I'll stay at my assigned post, Hang out with the hostesses like I'm enjoying myself and then when the blasting starts, I'll rack up a body count for ya. Just keep a commlink open and I'll watch your backs when it's time."
Truth be told, Joti would probably enjoy spending time with the hostess, And had been known to put on a facade and lure in her prey before. In fact, It had worked wonders with Romeo Sin back on Nar'shaddaa, Even if she had grown attached after that... But, This time, It'd mean removing her armour, And that was crossing the line. Disintegrating fools in the club though? What's not to love.

"I only got one question, Mister Winnfield. How many entrances we gotta watch? I want to cut 'em off, No one escapes but us..."

Tan'yill Vizsla Hank Winnfield​

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[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Tan grabbed her glass again and walked over to a small drinks tabel, where Noho stood ready awaiting his masters orders. While pouring another whiskey for herself, she listened carefully when Hank laid out his plan. A plan which filled tha gaps of the short job description that they had received, and one that she did approve. He was smart, despite his insane looks and ridiculously and exaggerated smiles. Ruthless and to the point, with only the necessary small-talk in between. She appreciated that.

As the mandalorian ginger asked for a whiskey, she carried on to pour a second glass for her new companion. A healthy generous one, which she walked over to her with. She didn't stop though, but circled the woman and laid her arms gently around her shoulders, both drinks in hand.

''Funny...'' she said calmly, and offered her the drink from behind.

''People used to call me Blue... Also, quite some time ago... We'll make a hell of a team... Red... and Blue...''

She talked close to the side of her companions face, and then walked up and past the mandalorians other side, a wide sassy smile on her lips.

''To us, mr. Winnfield, and Noho.'' she said and raised her glass in a toast before taking another healthy sip of the strong liquor.

As Joti continued on mr. Winnfields open proposal about the hostess, Tan rolled her eyes and looked straight back at Hank. Ugh, she stayed as far from dresses as possible!

''I'll choose the attire myself!'' she stated firmly and with glass in hand pointed at Hank.

Hank Winnfield Aloy Vizsla

 

[Hank Winnfield]

Hank takes of his bloodied gloves and threw it at the floor, where Noho will pick it up later on. He has plenty of spare gloves in his equipment bag , as he tend to get blood all over him during contracts. He then looks at Joti as she asked about the doors that they need to keep an eye out for, as he begins to smile again and answered her.​

"Well if they do try to escape they'll probably use either the backdoor at the 2nd floor or 1st floor"
"And since i'll be coming from the 2nd floor, you can worry about the backdoor at 1st"
"I'll be putting some explosives on their vehicles, so once i clear the men outside and trigger the detonation, that will be your signal to clear the guys outside as you head over to the VIP Lounge"​

Hank then called Noho to bring his equipment to his speeder, as he goes over to a locker on the left side to grab something. He approached the locker, once he is in front of it, he opens it, revealing a small bag filled with detpack, ear piece commlink, and 3 vehicle keys. He then put the keys on his right hand and carried the explosive bag with his left hand, as he then close the locker back and head back over to where the two were. Once Hank is back over where the two are, he drops 2 keys which is for a speeder which parked at the garage of the factory and 2 commlink for them. Its an unmarked and one time used speeder, perfect to blend in at the club and won't be easily trace to the owner. As it would be unwise to use personal vehicle for contract as it will lead to unforeseen problem later on in the future.​

"Remember do not blow your cover once you're there, i may have gotten you a place at the Club, but that doesn't mean they know who you are"
"Discretion is key in this first stage of the contract, do not attract any unwanted attention once you're in the club, as there are other scum sucker inside beside the Lieutenant and his goons"
"Once we're at the Club, minimal physical contact with each other, and Radio silent will be in affect once they arrive in the Club"​

He then turn his body over to the right side towards the garage, as it is time for them to depart. It will be a 1 hour ride towards the club, as the factory is quite far from it. Meaning they'll have 5 hours to scout the area and set up once they're there, plenty of time to reduce any risk that will cause problem for the mission. He starts walking towards the speeder, as he shout to Noho telling him not to wait up for him and to remind him to dispose of the Rodian. Hank then raise his right hand and wave it at them, signalling the two ladies to come follow him towards the speeder.​

"All right, let's get this show on the road"
"Time is of the essence, the faster we finish this up, the faster we get our pay"​

He then looks over behind him as he walks towards Aloy Vizsla and Tan'yill Vizsla , and said to them,​

"Also you don't have to worry about your Speeder Ms. Johayc, Noho will take care of it"
"And as for you Ms. Tan, you can choose your outfits at the Club, as it seems they have a lot of outfits there you can choose from"
"With that being said, we'll be parking in different location, i shall be parked at an apartment complex 3 building apart from the club, Ms. Johayc can park at the Club, while Ms. Tan can parked behind the club where the staff parking area is located and enter from the backdoor."
"We can discuss further enquires on the way there, for now let us be on our way"​

Hank once at the speeder, seated himself on one of the speeder where his equipment bag had been placed by Noho. He then placed the bag with detpack next to his equipment bag as he also begin to take out a cloth from his equipment bag to wipe bits of blood that's still on his suit. Hank smiled as he wipes the blood of his suit, he was quite glad he had a suit tailored for him that will reduce any blood from sticking and drenching his suit, it was quite expensive truth to be told but quite worth it. It helps Hank on long mission, so he doesn't have to change his clothing to frequently when it gets bloodied, especially when he uses his knifes.​

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Blue\Black template

Joti had been busy listening to Hank go over the briefing while Tan'yill poured the drinks, Eyes locked on the psychopath with a contemplative stare. Meaning that she wasn't prepared for what happened next. Before she knew it, The Blue Twi'lek had moved in close from behind and gently wrapped her arms around Joti's shoulders, Offering the drink from behind.
It made her exhale sharply, But quietly, And suddenly stand straighter. As did the hairs on the back of her neck as the Twi'lek began whispering in her ear.

'Funny...''

''People used to call me Blue... Also, quite some time ago... We'll make a hell of a team... Red... and Blue...''

"Is that so..." She says quietly, Trying to regain her composure and play it off like nothing happened while taking her drink in hand.

"My uh, My last Partner, She was called Blue. On account of the armour"
​

Saying that, It made her stomach sink a little, Knowing that she'd never see Darsch Vizla again. The two had grown quite close. Best of friends. Or maybe more? But that was a long time ago. Before Krieg.
With a toast being called for, She snaps out of it and raises her glass before downing it in one gulp, Sighing with a fake but mostly convincing smile.
After that, It was business as usual and back to briefing. Hearing that she had few entrances to watch was a relief. It left fewer places for these goons to come from, And fewer for them to flee. Though she wasn't here for the killing, Only the credits. She took only some joy in racking up her body count. Mostly for the fight itself and not the killing part. Did this make her a bad person? Well she thought so. But this relief came from the simplicity in the act. All she had to do now was pick a spot and let them come to her.

When it came time to leave, She slid her helmet back on and made her way to her new speeder bike, Provided by Hank, And saddled up for the mission, Speeding off towards her objective with the others.

>So, Considering you said to discuss things on the way,< She began, Speaking over the commlink.
​

>How thorough are the weapon checks? I'm carrying a lot of Chit under this cloak. Tan, You... You mighta felt some of it...<

​

That would take some getting used to... Not that she minds, Quite the opposite actually... But as a mandalorian, Most physical contact comes in the form of a fist or blunt object, And rarely... Whatever that was. Especially from Aruetiise, And her new co-worker was the last person she'd expected to do anything of the sort. Though, She suspected that it had nothing to do with Joti herself and more so that the Twi'lek liked to get under your guard with charm over a blaster or a knife. Clever girl.

Tan'yill Vizsla Hank Winnfield
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[Tan'yill Vizsla]

The reaction from the redhead to her little move was as funny. Cute. Appealing, even. As funny as the coincidence that her former partner also har been a woman and likewise called Blue, if not funnier. From one point, it was genuinely amusing to the rutian twi'lek, although she did not show it other than in thar wide smile to go with the toast. From another point, she noticed the mandalorians tone become different, was that sorrow in her voice? Possibly. She could have hit a weak spot on the mandalorian. Inadvertently, of course. She would respect if the woman would not approve of the name. If she had lost her partner, Tan knew too well how it felt.

Green-yellowish eyes watched in silent amuse the bounty hunter down the whiskey. She was not about to be worse, that much was true. With a light look of impression, she cocked her head to the side and drew a smirk before she did the same. She begun to like this womans traits.

As Hank wrapped up his plan, he got a cold stare that said he would find himself at the end of a vibroknife if the wardrobe at the establishment was not to her liking. Men and their mindless assumes.

The varied landscape of Ord Mantell passed by them as the trio rode through its dusk towards the target.

>How thorough are the weapon checks? I'm carrying a lot of Chit under this cloak. Tan, You... You mighta felt some of it...<
​

The voice of Joti broke through the intercom and earpiece provided by Hank. Poor thing had too many guns she did not know where to put them.

>Oh, so those were guns? I thought... Nevermind... You're not the one having to fit a blaster under a dress, hun.<
​

They closed in on the facility and slowed down not to draw to much attention and to not be seen arriving together. Exchanging looks, they all knew what to do and Tan streered her speeder towards the backside of the facility and the staff enterance.

Aloy Vizsla Hank Winnfield

 

[Hank Winnfield]

As they were on their ride towards the club, Joti then began to ask Hank about the security through the commlink he gave them.​

"Hmmm, i'm not to sure, they'll probably only do a pat-down"
"All i know the club has about 8 security staff, mostly your typical bouncer so nothing to worry about them"
"As as lot of their customer are scum suckers, so they may allow a blaster or two but probably not a whole arsenal which i assume is what you're worried about"
"Unfortunately that didn't cross my mind to ask the Rodian, guess i was to busy enjoying my self when i was interrogating him"​

Hank laughed in a weird and creepy voice whilst saying that. He hasn't had a good interrogation in awhile so he was to focused on the whole torturing once he got the main information he was after, that he forgot to ask more details on the club itself. Hank thought to himself usually those kind of establishment won't concern themselves much if their patron bring a weapon, but he wasn't sure if they'll allow someone to bring a full set of weaponries. It would be a problem if they won't allow any weapons, but it can be solved in a few ways, as Hank begin to explain to Joti his suggestion.​

"I can think of a few ways to resolve that issue"​

He smiled as he explained his idea to get past the security check. The first suggestion Hank said was she'll only bring weapons that can be easily concealed and won't be detected easily. Hank will carry the rest of her equipment until they meet up inside once the shooting starts where he'll hand it back over to her. The 2nd way is the easiest way but a sure solution, which is by bribing, since it's Hank fault for not getting a detailed info on the club security, he'll give her credits for the bribe, so she can bring all her equipment if she's getting a pat-down by the club security. He told her it's her choice on how she want to go about it, she's free to go with any of the two ways that she thinks is more preferable for her to guarantee her success. Moments later, they arrive near the club, which means it's time them to split up and do their assigned task. They have less than 5 hour before the Lieutenant arrive, but most likely a few of his men will arrive earlier than him to secure the area ahead of his arrival. So a proper early set up and survey will do nicely so they can increase their odds of success, not that Hank have any doubt if they'll get the Lieutenant. They need to know their outside surrounding and especially the inside, from the security location and to where the Lieutenant men will most likely be located at inside. The 3 of them have enough time to gather information before the Lieutenant and his goons arrive.​

"All right, everyone knows their task and what they need to do"
"Relay any important findings you find in there, i'll do the same outside, and i'll let you two know when they're about to arrive at the club"
"Don't hold back and do everything necessary to get this done, we can't afford any mistakes and setbacks"
"The go signal is when you hear explosion outside, i'll give a countdown before the detonation"
"But if you feel that you're cover is about to be blown, you're free to engage the enemies beforehand​

Hank finished his final briefing before they set off on their own, as he sees Tan'yill Vizsla departs ahead of them. Hank will depart last, after Aloy Vizsla as there no need for him to be in hurry with his position located outside. He'll circle around the area before going over to his designated location, where he'll provide outside information to the both of them. Hank knows he need to lay low and not to draw attention before their plan is set into motion, thus he cannot be too near the club as they know of Hank and what he looks like.​

 

[Hank Winnfield]

Accidental Double Post​

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

>Well, Kriffin' Hell did you think it was- Don't tell you meant to feel something else...<
>Hah! Tan, You and I need to talk after this. Hank, I'll leave some equipment with you, Drop it off on the way.< ​

Truth be told, She sounded more confused than mad. In fact, She was kind of enjoying the back and forth. Easy Joti, You're here to work and than kriffing book it! You know what happened last time.
The trip to the club was mostly quiet and uneventful on Joti's part after that, Stopping only to drop off her equipment with hank. Which was... A lot.

One odd little Staff, A Telescopic Baton, A Switchblade, A Fething Axe! What else...? Some kind of Kunai Launching thingy that was removed from her vambrace, Two thermal detonators, And a single thermal Imploder.

And that was just the chit she was dropping off. On her Remained A pair of Custom NN-14s that were holstered at either thigh, A small Lever-Action Scatter Blaster hidden beneath her cloak(which didn't show up on most scanners), And of course the Knuckle plate vibro blades and special boot weaponry she kept, Neither of which had been seen Or... Felt yet.

"Thanks Boss."
​

She chuckles, Giving Hank the classic two finger salute before speeding away and parking outside the club.
That was when she heard it, The Music. The sign of a good time about to be had, And heaven to the young mandalorian's ears.

This was going to be fun.

Spoiler: (Immersive Clubbing tunes™)

She removes her helmet and approaches the club, Stopping for a quick pat down before entering. Inside was a plethora of small round tables surrounding a central bar counter, All being bathed in a mix of dark blue and fuchsia light that cascades down from various platforms lined with dancing aliens and speakers bellowing electronic music through the entire first floor. Basically, It was Joti's kinda place.
Her first move was to head to the bar of course. But not just for drinks. She took something with low alcohol content, Just taking a quick shot while blathering on about some successful hunt on behalf of the Black Sun, Painting herself as a relatively new bounty hunter just out to celebrate.
Afterwards, She informs the Bartender that she's going to go find a seat, And that she'll send a hostess with her next order afterwards. In reality, This was a ploy. A cover and an excuse to wander around the first floor for a little while, Passing various lowlives and thugs, Counting everyone that seemed to be armed and watching. As Hank had predicted, The lieutenant's men had arrived early, Setting up security that seemed to be watching her at first, But as she looked more and more aimless while examining each booth for the one with the greatest view of the dancing platform above, They started paying less and less attention.
And at last, She found that seat, Reclining and watching the dance floor above while beckoning a passing hostess.

"Excuse me, Sweetheart. I'll take a spotchka if you please, And maybe some company. I'm afraid that Bounty Hunting's a lonesome business and I've no one to drink with. So make that two, Both on me. How's that sound?"
​

She gives the hostess a sly smile before sending her on her way. Once they'd returned with her drink however, That's when her mind returned to business.

"Actually, On second thought. How about a bottle? I could be here awhile."
​

The hostess looked slightly annoyed of course, Having to make a second trip, But Joti would make it worth her while, Leaving a decent tip for her to come back to. After all, She'd make the money back and more after this job, And Joti never forgets "The Little People". With the hostess away for the time being, She raises her new her glass, Positioning her wrist-mounted commlink close enough so speak into, but the movement of her lips was hidden behind the glass, Making her look about 100% less suspicious to prying eyes.

>I'm in position... Got about ten or so guards down here, Maybe more. Pistols mostly, Easy pickins'. No sign of the target yet.<

Tan'yill Vizsla Hank Winnfield ​

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[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Tan arrived to a parking lot just by the backside staff enterance. Shutting of the speeder bike, she hid the earpiece by pulling one of the lekkus to the front and over her chest. A faint untz of the club music could be heard through the walls, while a couple of people from the staff took a smoke by the door during their break. Time to do this.

She put both hands in the pockets of the leather coat, feeling the counterfeit access card in one of them, also provided by the crafty man that was Hank. As she approached the door, a male zabrak met her half way.

''And where do ya think you're goin', lady?'' the zabrak said with a deep demanding voice.

''Well, how about to work?'' she answered and stopped an inch from the zabrak, rolling her eyes at his statement and looked more or less annoyed. ''Look... It's my first night, and ah... I hate to be late for the guests.'' she said, lowering her voice to a sassy whisper for the last sentence. She pulled the access card from the pocket, holding it to the reader the zabrak held in his hand. Doing so, Tan leaned in closer to the guys face and ear. ''We're I'll be going after my shift is... up for discussion, hot stuff.''

The access card reader beeped its approval of the card, and she stood straight again, smiling with her green-yellowish gaze just waiting for the man to move himself out of the way. He did so. Maybe with a hope that the night would pass by quickly. She felt his prying eyes follow her through the door. Little did he know.

Once inside, it was fairly easy to navigate to the hostess' changing rooms where she found herself almost alone - perfect. Just one or two other women just about finished with their makeup, about to head out into another night at this shady establishment. The trio had arrived well in time, and thus Tan could take a good look through the different attires available in the checkroom. As soon as the other women had left the room, she found herself in a slim and simplistic dress in black and grey that while not revealing an awful lot, hugged her curves just perfect. She tucked the vibroknife in one of the socks going outside the boots. The KYD-21 blaster being too big and left with Noho, she carried a HL-27 light blaster pistol instead and tucked in the other sock.

Tan left the staff area and was greeted with the blues and fuchsia light dancing over the interiors. It was a place she had no problem finding herself drinking and spending a wild night in, actually. After this night, she would not be able to though. Luckily, there was other places.

>Copy that, Joti. I'm in position by the bar at the first floor - ready to play. You're lucky I found something that I liked, Hank...< she radioed over the intercom, making sure she was alone when she did so.

Aloy Vizsla Hank Winnfield

 

[Hank Winnfield]

As Joti began to set off ahead him inside the Club, she gave Hank her equipment for him to hold on. Hank thought it was going to be 2 or 3 equipment she's going to hand over to him, he was wrong, it was more than that. Hank know Mandalorian loves their arsenal but to carry all this?, it was quite astonishing, something Hank couldn't comprehend. As for Hank all he need usually is his knifes, pistols, wrist-mounted personal weapons and a few grenades, but for this special occasion he brought his detpack. He then put the equipment given to him by the two inside his bag with the detpack, as he'll be carrying that bag during the entire night.​

"Just need a few more weapons and you'll be able to become a travelling weapon dealer"
"You should consider it once you're done with this kind of work"
"You'll do lovely"​

He said teasingly towards Joti with a smile on his face, as she now gone inside the club to go to her position. Now Hank drive around the club to scout the area to see any possible threats and possible escape route if the Lieutenant manage to exit the club. There was little routes for them to escape if they were to go on foot, with few alleyways or underground routes, meaning the only way they'll be able to get away and lose us is if they use a vehicle. Hence the first to go on their plan is their vehicle, and to lock them inside the Club for easy picking. With all routes and surrounding within the club check, Hank start to head over to his post where he'll be able to see who comes and goes to the club, and gives information towards Aloy Vizsla and Tan'yill Vizsla . He parked his speeder at a apartment complex just like he planned, as he then heads inside the complex and go towards the 3rd floor. Where he then goes towards an apartment room which has a front view of the the streets that connects to the Club. He then knocks on the apartment door, where a middle age man opened the door in confusion with a blaster on his hand pointed at Hank, as he then ask Hank a question in an annoyed manner.

"Who are you and what do you want?"

"Well you see sir, i'm going to have to use your apartment for a job i'm currently on, may i do that?"​

Hank answered the middle age man with a smile on his face, as he has his hand behind him holding a knife, ready to kill the man in front of him. As the middle age man in front of him becomes more angry towards Hank after he asked if he can use his apartment.

"You think i'm gonna allow some bald freak enter my apartment!?"
"Now you have 5 seconds to leave before i shoot"​

The man pointing a pistol at Hank starts counting down, as Hank continues to smile and doesn't really care about the threats. The middle age man keeps counting until he reached one, which he then tried to pull the trigger and Shoot Hank. But before he pulled the trigger, Hank reacted faster, as he pulled his knife and sliced his throat. Which causes the man in front of Hank to fall down, holding his throat with his hands, as he dies slowly moments later. Hank then enter the apartment room, as he closes the door behind him and step over the now dead apartment owner. Hank then picks up a chair from the living room and put it besides the window, where he'll be able to see outside but it will be hard for people to see him. He then take a seat on his chair, as he place his equipment bag on the left side of the chair. Hank then speak into the comms to the two jnside the club, to check in as he said,​

"I'm in position"
"I've checked the surrounding area, there isn't any escape route to use on foot"
"Also, can't wait to see how you look Ms. Tan"​

He said to her in a teasing remark, as Hank finds it funny that she has to play dress up and work at the club. A few hours later, as Hank continue to watch the streets whilst playing with his knife to pass the time. He saw a large convoy of vehicles coming, Hank is unable to determine if it was the Lieutenant, so he wait until they parked and step off their speeders. Hank takes out a binocular so he can see much closer, as the vehicles stop at the Club, and men on the speeders step off their speeders and heads inside. A few men waits outside as if waiting for someone, Hank then confirms it is the Lieutenant men from their outfits, but Besalisk has yet to arrive at the club. Hank predicted his men would arrived first to secure the area, and while the Lieutenant will arrive later on. Hank continue to fiddle with his knife as he continue to keep watch, waiting for the Besalisk to arrive. 30 minutes after a dozen of his men arrive, the Besalisk Lieutenant has finally arrive, coming in with 6 men behind him. They starts to enter the Club, leaving a few men outside to guard the vehicles, just as planned. Their vehicles are parked next to each other, so it will only need a few detpack to ensure all of their vehicles are destroyed. Hank stands up from his chair whilst grabbing his equipment bag, as he then starts to head downstairs towards the apartment exit so he can go to the club and starts his first move.

"All right, The Lieutenant has just arrived and is now entering the Club"
"It's radio silence from here on out until the shooting starts"
"I'll starts clearing out the men outside the club and stick some detpack on their vehicles"
"And remember you're free to engage if you think your cover is blown"​

Hank smiles as he finished talking through the comms, because it means he can finally starts and have some fun. Once he exit the apartment, Hank walks towards the club, it only takes a few mins until he is in front of the club. Hank sees two men on the alley way that connects to the emergency exit on the right side of the club having a smoke and chit chatting, whilst 2 men are with the vehicles, and the last guy at the top of the emergency exit stairs having a drink. It won't be a problem finishing them off using the darkness of the night as cover, and with the large music playing from inside the Club that can be heard from the outside, the two makes a perfect combination for Hank to clear the men out. Hank starts by going after the men at the vehicles first, he closes in on the two for a close range kill with both hands on his knifes. He comes near the two and gives them a short whistle to get their attention. The men noticed Hank after he whistled and causes them to placed their hands on their blaster. But before they were able to ask Hank who he was, Hank sliced the two of them with a killing strike. Both men falls to their body, as Hank then sheathe his knife, he then grabs both bodies one by one to seat them on their bikes and making it as if they're taking a nap. Hank starts to place detpack on their vehicles, he put them at a position where the explosion will reach every vehicles of the Lieutenant men. Once the detpack placed, he heads over to the alleyway where the emergency exit and the 3 men are located at. For this he need to use his blaster, as the knifes won't be able to get them all. He placed both hands on his blasters, closing in on the men on the alleyway, as they continue with what they are doing. He enters the alleyway slowly, pulling his blasters out of its holster, as he target the man at the emergency exit first. Hank shoot his blaster at him, causing the man at the top of the stairs of the emergency exit to fall down to the ground. The two men reacted to the shot, and unsheathe their blaster, as they then starts to shoot their blaster at Hank. Because they try to shoot Hank panickily, their shot missed him, as Hank then shot the two in retaliation. One of them was dead and the other still alive, as the shot hit his shoulder, Hank then sheathe his blaster to his holsters, and pulled out Anni-frid to finish him off. Hank crouch down, showing his knife to the injured man, letting him know he'll die with this knife. The man tried to open his mouth and ask for mercy, but Hank didn't care as he stab his heart with Anni-frid, killing the man. With the men outside now dead, he takes the stairs towards the emergency exit, as he wipes the blood of Anni-Frid & Agnetha with his clothes. Hank the starts to comms in to the two of them letting them know that everything is set outside the Club.​

"Outside is clear and detpack in place"
"We're a good to G O"
"I'll detonate when everything is set inside"
"Hope you ladies are ready to have some fun"​

Hank gives a small laugh through the comms, as he is smiling at the moment, excited to get this show on the road. He waits outside the the emergency exit door, he'll go in once he set the explosion off and then he can have some fun racking up bodies.

 

[Aloy Vizsla]

Joti had been maintaining her cover, Hanging out with one of the Hostesses while waiting for the signal. It was surprisingly friendly, Just Joti getting to know her, Listening to her problems and offering advice. "You shouldn't let him treat ya like that hun! Sometimes you just gotta grab 'em by the rugam and tell him you mean business!" Well... Maybe not the greatest advice, But advice nonetheless.
And then, Finally, She got word from hank that the target had arrived, And it was time for her to put her warface on. So, She suddenly takes the conversation in a different direction. She gave the hostess more credits. And by more, I mean a kriffing lot of credits. Enough for her to quit her job here right now and go probably get an education, or at the very least get herself settled into a better line of work. When the hostess inquired into Joti's generosity, all she had to say was tis; "It's a shady line of work you're involved with. Liable to get you hurt. Trust me, you wanna get out while you still can." Her tone took a sudden, serious turn.

Once the hostess had agreed and left with her credits, Joti leaned back and finished her drink. She could relax now, Because even if she was a bad person, At least she knew that she'd changed someone's life for the better just now, And they wouldn't get caught up in her blasting worse people than herself.
With battle on it's way, It was time to check her surroundings one more time. Thankfully, She'd chosen her position well. Her table was just large enough to be flipped and used as cover when the blasting started, And was located close enough the larger, main bar off to the side, That she could make a mad dash for the bar and take cover behind the counter if she needed. Furthermore, She could see the emergency exit to her right, And the main entrance to her left, Having a clear shot at either, Or even work her way to the stairs if she needed to reach the second floor for some reason.
Well, Everything was all set.
She looks at her Buy'c, Her helmet, staring at her reflection in it's visor. "Alright Joti... You ready for this?"

Tan'yill Vizsla Hank Winnfield

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[Tan'yill Vizsla]

>"I'm in position"
"I've checked the surrounding area, there isn't any escape route to use on foot"
"Also, can't wait to see how you look Ms. Tan"<​

Hank's voice and his comment over the intercom got the rutian to hopelessly roll her green-yellowish eyes. The man apparently liked to pull her leg like that, but as with many others before him, he did run the risk of getting more than he had bargained for. Was it something that she despised while visiting certain clubs, it would be the freaks of men drooling over her kinds less fortunate women that too often was the main entertainment of the night. Hank didn't look or seem like that kind of person, though. He was just... weird. She didn't answer him, but if he had read her right, he could probably imagine the look on her face.

>"All right, The Lieutenant has just arrived and is now entering the Club"
"It's radio silence from here on out until the shooting starts"
"I'll starts clearing out the men outside the club and stick some detpack on their vehicles"
"And remember you're free to engage if you think your cover is blown"<​

The large stature of a besalisk male was always quite impossible to miss, and this one was no exception. He had a look of being battle-hardened but still being nicely dressed up for the night, well for a besalisk that was. Too bad that she would ruin that expensive suit. Still heavenly comfortable high on the spice, her eyes silently observed him and his guards from across the room, already thinking of how to end their miserable criminal lives. Cut. Stab. Shoot. Maybe having some unarmed fun, if the moment was given to her. Of course, she would be allowed to have some fun, right? Many was the possibilities to deal with the scum. Well, who was she to speak about delinquency? None, would some say, but she didn't care right now. This was business and they were different. Fething different than they were.

>"Outside is clear and detpack in place"
"We're a good to G O"
"I'll detonate when everything is set inside"
"Hope you ladies are ready to have some fun"<​

Tan strode inside the bar and positioned herself in the back, behind a bartender that greeted the lieutenant and his guards and begun mixing up a drink for the besalisk. It was time to turn on the treacherous charm of a twi'lek that, together with mr. Winnfield's talent for explosives and that fiery red charisma of Joti, ultimately would be their downfall.

''It's a pleasure having you here, sir. Let me bring your drink up to your private lounge.'' she said and brought a silvery tray from under the bar on which the bartender put the drink and some bowls of snacks that the besalisk wished for in a deep voice of near perfect basic. Her lavender lips spread in an inviting yet tiny mischievous smile while she gave him a seductive glance. Something that she instantly saw hit the right spot. Oh, that deep alien voice would soon be made silent for good. ''Follow me... gentlemen.''

Walking out of the bar and taking the lead, she led the group up the open stairs. She could fething feel the eyes burning on her back and down to her bum, and it provoked a feeling of disgust in her but she stayed professionally in character. They entered the private lounge on the third floor through a sliding metal double door ornamented with sharp asymmetrical lines that run with the rest of the establishments interior. Four guards positioned themselves outside the door and two went inside with her and the lieutenant. The besalisk took a seat in a sofa close to a window so that he could overlook the club. Tan grabbed the drink from the tray and put it down on the glass table in front of him. As soon as she had put it down, the besalisk grabbed her wrist and pulled her down beside him. It was about what she had expected, but she played it along as a sudden surprise. While adjusting herself on the sofa, she leaned in to his ear, whispering in a low most seductive and soothing whiskey voice.

''Drinks first, love... Snacks later...''

Hank Winnfield Aloy Vizsla

 

[Hank Winnfield]

"And...here...we...go..."
​

Hank pressed the detonator, which caused the explosive on the vehicles to immediately exploded. The explosion shook the surrounding area, as it even moved Hank quite a bit. The explosion was a quite bigger than Hank realized, making quite a fire which can be seen from inside the Club. Hank looks quite surprised and excited at the same time, he wanted to start off with a huge bang but didn't expect it was going to be this much of an explosion. Pieces of the explosion had flew everywhere, as it went into the club through the window and even almost hitting Hank on his face. The explosion and fire was quite big, but Hank was lucky it didn't cause any huge damage towards the building, as it would be catastrophic for their job. Hank proceeds to concentrate as he still has a job to do, he then reach for the emergency door handle, which he then opens. Once inside, he saw a lot of people standing up and looking towards the the explosions, and one of the people in in front of him at the railings was 2 of the Lieutenant goons. He saw the two of them was to focused on the explosion, he saw this as an opportunity to get rid of them first, as Hank then gets near them. He pulled out Anni-Frid with his left hand and a blaster on his right hand as he grows near them, drawn ready to attack them from behind. Once he is behind him, he shot the one on the right first, straight on his back as he then fell down to the 2nd floor. If the shot didn't killed him, the fall will ensure his death, as the gangster on his left saw his buddy fell down before him. He quickly turn around to as he tries to draw his weapons, but Hank then gutted him on his stomach once he turned around as Hank was much faster. The man fell grabs Hanks knifes trying to pull it out but it was useless, as he then fell to his knees and starts to bleed to death.​

"Shouldn't have been daydreaming there lads"
"Someone could have stabbed and shot you"
"Just like i did"​

He smiled after killing the two gangster, as he look upon the one who bled to death. Then the whole club turn into a chaotic mess once Hank killed the two gangster, as their fellow comrade starts to shoot at Hank, which the security guard responded by shooting at the gangster. Hank then took cover at a booth at the left side behind him, as the shooting intensify. He flipped the table to add extra cover to his front, as his side was covered by the booth seats. He gazes around the room as he look for any potential weak link on the floor, as Hank knows its better to take care the side that has the least men. He saw the right side of the floor was the most hectic, as they are 12 men shooting at each other, blaster fire was exchanging between the Lieutenant men, club patron and the security. He then looks over at the left and only saw 4 people there, and one of them is just an employee, that was the weakest area he needed. Hank threw 2 smoke grenade towards the right side, to give him cover as it will blind and confuse them, which create an opportunity for him to take care of the guys on the left. Once the smoke grenade pop as it fills the area on the right side. Hank stood up and head over to the left side of the floor. He sees 2 gangster exchanging fire with a security guard who's taking cover at the stairs. Hank walks slowly behind the two gangster without being noticed by the two, but the security saw Hank walking towards them. Hank just gave him a sign to stay quiet as he smiles at him, then he continue to walks towards the gangsters. Once he's behind them, he shot both of them in a precise and quick fashion, killing them without giving them a chance to retaliate. The security guard then heads over to Hank, as his face filled with relief. He stood in front of Hank as he's going to thank him for saving him.​

"Thanks for the help there"
"Didn't think i would survive that"​

Hank smiled as he then answered back at the security guard,​

"No need to to thank me"​

Hank then stab the security guard at his sides, before he stabbed him once more through his chest. The security guard look at Hank, filled with despair and fear, as he doesn't know why he killed him. The security guard dropped to his knees, as his head lowered looking towards the floor, dying slowly and unable to move. Hank smiled as pulled out his knife, leaving the security to die, as he then head over to the railings. Hank reasonings as to why he killed him, is that he doesn't want to take any risk where the security guard will be a nuisance as the fight in the club continues. He decided is better to kill him than regret it later. Hank looks over the club as he put his right hand on the railings, gazing upon the chaos that's happening in the club. Hank had hoped the fight won't be boring, as he prefer things to be eventful. As it will be boring for him if the fight wasn't a rowdy one, he relish at the sigh of chaos and mayhem, giving him pure excitement and adrenaline. He then looks down over at the 1st floor,​

"Now, where's the Mandalorian?"​

as he inspect the area whilst searching for Aloy Vizsla exact location, so he can signal her his progress so far in the 2nd floor. With them having to clear their designated floor and then head over to where Tan'yill Vizsla located at the 3rd floor, so they can capture the Besalisk.​