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Larry got out of the car, and waited while the others got settled. It was up to him to do the talking after, all. Or at least get the girl to open up before they started their questions. He was about to ring the buzzer when he stopped and looked at the Doc. "Doc, want to check for any mumbo...

Larry climbed into the van as Ryker kept talking. The mumbo jumbo was for Cade. The con man had already called shotgun like he always did.As the others got in he added. "I don't know about this guys. It's almost like he's daring us to blow it up."

"well there is that. But I have a feeling that this one will be easy. Trust me." Larry smiled easily, and got ready to leave. "Anything else, boss? Anything special that might have slipped your mind?"

"You sure you want all of us on this one? Seems like a milk run, and probably me and Meredith could handle it ourselves." This is what Larry did best, after all, and Meredith was a reporter. She should know what to ask.

Larry had spent the three weeks working on his abilities. He'd tried been casual before, and it had almost gotten him killed. He'd discovered that his ability to ingratiate himself with others had always been a latent skill of his, and he now could control it a lot better. His teachers were...

d20 Modern System Reference Document All the other ones are down!

Larry waits to get patched up, and once that is done is ready to leave. He thought about crashing the latest club, but he was beat. The truth of the matter is that he was feeling down. Usually after a mission he could feel his heart racing, but the fact that Cliff had gotten away, again, had him...

"Goddamn it, I'm starting to hate this job." His hair was messed up, his body ached, and the night wasn't over. "Joker, make sure Bragg is muffled and nobody else is around. I'll keep any nosy people away until they come and pick us up." Larry moved quickly to the janitorial closet, picking it...

Larry sees the plane veering straight for the fuel truck and recognizes it for the opportunity it really is. "Everybody off the plane!" He rolls off the wing and too the ground, doing his best to avoid getting to bruised. Larry was clawed and battered already. He should be close to unconciousness

"Doc, I'm guessing it's never a good thing when the villain starts scribbling symbols in blood?" Witht hose words, Larry focused once more on shutting down Cliff's brain. I should have practiced more... ooc: lesser concussion on Cliff

Larry moved, trying to find another vantage point from which to assault Cliff.

His gun in hand, Larry moves towards the nearest window and peers in. Causing chaos and confusion had been his M.O. while running cons, he was just glad it had worked this time. if Larry sees somebody inside, he'll start using lesser concussion to try to knock them out.

"Yeah, but he'll probably be concentrated on that than on us coming down on him."

With the nod, Larry once more returns to the suave french mercenary. He suddenly let's out a blood curdling girlish scream, that he cut's off abruptly. "It is done Monsieur. Alas, it was quick, but I fear we must now part. Their reinforcements have just arrived. Please remember us for future...

Larry had continued stroking Haight along, as they travelled. As soon as they arrived, he looked at Cade and asked. "Want me to fake her death. Not sure if he'll figure out the Hoax in time, but it might just get him to lower his guard, if he thinks it's done." OOC: real sorry guys. once again...

Larry gives the number to the voice on the radio, keeping his French mercenary impersonation. "As soon as I have confirmation of deposit, Monsieur, I will do my part. We are relocating before reinforcements arrive, and in case you decide to become creative, mon ami, to avoid payment." His voice...

Any competent manager learns soon enough that trusting subordinates is a good idea, but trusting blindly is a bad one. Unless you can be fully confident that you won't be betrayed, you'll have to provide some oversight yourself. When you don't, your economy collapses, either through ineptitude...

Larry looked at Z, hoping she would come up with an account number they could give, trying to keep the bastard on line as much as possible. Meanwhile, he gestured at Cade to get in touch with the Agency. Hopefully they could either get footage from the airport cameras, or get a team out there...

With Joker's and Z's patch done, Larry was ready to run his bluff. There was no time for him to pretend to be the Leader, but he could play the ambitious henchman card as well as the next man. Taking the radio, he called on it, using the fake french accent he'd used in some airport cons in the...

"Wilco, boss." Larry moves up to Cade, and asks him for the hitman's radio. "Time to run a con, Joker. Can you track the incoming signal? I'll keep him on the line as long as possible. I'm tired of reacting to this bastard's plans."