With your decision made, you sent Flint a few more texts, instructing him on the specifics of your plan, and then rushed home to grab a few things.
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<span class="mu-r">“Hey, Flint. Can you hear me?”</span> you asked, overlooking the street down below from a nearby rooftop.
<span class="mu-g">“Loud an’ clear.”</span> he reported, surprising you with the clarity of his voice.
On this mission, you decided to take advantage of Flint’s unique biology. Sitting where his stomach would normally be, was a tiny speaker that was projecting your voice. Flint had formed an ear made out of sand and placed it near the speaker. Miraculously, the third ear worked the same as a normal one, without any confusing or disorienting complications.
The receiver had been cleverly placed in one of Flint’s teeth. Painlessly, of course. The pliable and adjustable nature of his new body made that sort of thing possible with minimal effort.
The more that you thought about it, the more you realized that Flint would’ve made a damn good S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. It was a good thing that Hill didn’t sink her claws into him. She might’ve tried to recruit him for that secret team of hers.
<span class="mu-r">“Awesome.”</span> you replied. <span class="mu-r">“Just play it cool, and remember not to clench or grind your teeth. I can’t hear as well when you do that.”</span>
You never got a reply, but you could see a faint nod as the green giant stepped into the dingy bar. You were confident that whoever this guy was, he couldn’t hurt Flint any more than you could. The only thing that worried you was the possibility that this guy might try to lead you into a trap.
The familiar noise of rowdy patrons filled your earpiece, and you heard the jolly green giant rattle off a few greetings to the people around him. A few seconds later, you heard the sound of him pulling a chair out and sitting down at a table.
<span class="mu-r">“You’re late.”</span> said a male voice on the other end.
<span class="mu-g">“Sorry. You know how traffic is these days.”</span> Flint said with an easygoing tone.
The other man made a rumble in his throat, but didn’t press the issue.
<span class="mu-g">“But nevermind that.”</span> Flint continued, lowering his voice. <span class="mu-g">“I hear you know something about the guy that gave Silvermane the runaround.”</span>
<span class="mu-r">“I know a lot of things. It gets kind of hard to keep track of everything sometimes.”</span> the informant said. <span class="mu-r">“I might need a little something to refresh my memory.”</span>
How do you want to play this?
>”Give him the money, big guy. We don’t want any trouble.”>”This guy’s too confident. Shake him up a bit.”>”You don’t have to take this shit. Make a hammer out of your fist and speed this exchange up.”>Let Flint handle this on his own. He’s no amateur.>Write-in.Pastebins:
Character Sheet:
https://pastebin.com/1ZihFYSV Equipment and Gear:
https://pastebin.com/WAhveFAd Contacts:
https://pastebin.com/WdcFXD2s10 Commandments of the Desperados:
https://pastebin.com/Qpr2jVPE Costumes:
https://pastebin.com/5Jie54X2 