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"Okay, okay, uh, put on the jackets! Lex got them for a reason, let's uh...talk our way out of this. Four of us, four jackets, bulletproof!" This is absolutely going to work out! You've talked your way out of situations before!...usually with Alexis' help but still.
Lex changes his jacket without any hesitation. He hides his previous one by tossing it over to the kitchen counter. "Sure. I think it'd be better to just kill them but we could sell it, I think?"
Quentin wipes the brain sludge off of his hand (which no one seems to notice nor comment about) before he slides on his own jacket. "I CAN. TRY TO IMITIATE THEM. THAT IS NOT EXACTLY SOMETHING I'M USED TO."
Ashley is the only one who has some clear hesitation about the plan. "I guess we can try it. We don't know big it is or how interconnected it is. Maybe we should try thinking of fake names or maybe we should just sneak attack them-" She tenses up. "No, no, no time. Okay. We'll do it." Whether it be because everyone is doing it or some part of her intuition, she slides on the jacket.
You do the same. The jacket is clearly two sizes too big for you but you don't exactly have time to be picky. The four of you try your best to look as natural and thug-like as you can. It doesn't take long for you to hear five or so distinct footsteps approaching the house.
"Hallo, hallo, motherfuckers!"
Your whole body tenses up when you see four men and one woman in checkered jackets casually pour into the house. All of the men look shockingly similar. Tall, muscular men with mildly dark skin with tattoos all over them. The only way you can tell them apart is by their hair colors and the fact one's a tiny, petite girl.
<span class="mu-r">All of them are armed.</span> One has a pipe, another has a bat, two have knives and <span class="mu-r">the girl has an honest to god pistol on her belt.</span>
"H-hallo?" You mutter back. You try your best to sound tough and masculine. "W-what's up, motherfacka?" You point some finger guns at the five. This, of course, gets you laughed at but thankfully they're not beating you to death yet. That's good.
"We thought we're the ones gonna check on his punk's house. They already sent some punks here?" A man with red hair asks.
"Indeed." Lex snaps his fingers. "I guess the boss didn't tell you ahead of time. Bummer, right?"
"God damnit, of course he would do this shit." A man with blue hair scoffs. "Wasting our time when some other Strikers got here first."
"Now now." A man with black hair slaps the other man on the back. "No need to be rash. They DID send some other punks here, I know that."
"Oh?" Ashley crosses her arms. "We didn't happen to see them. I suppose everyone's coming down here to check it out. That interesting?"
"'es sir, mmh hmm. I recall they ain't been seen in a few hours. We're starting to think some punks iced them." A weird sounding man with green hair narrows his eyes at you four. Shit, your jackets probably don't fit well at all-
"IF I MAY INTERJECT?"
