[Meanwhile, near Lisbon, Sonia is driving Montana around. Why? Montana stole a Rembrandt. Why? Some guy hired him to! And hired Sonia to be the getaway person. And they're on their way to Mr.... John-Claude...Von Domme? 's mansion to deliver it.] ( I makes teh best names. ) (You do have innovative naming schemes!) (Eh, can't be campier than ours!) ( I guess I could've called him Steve Seagull instead. ) (Awesome.) ( Or Vince Petrol. Or Jason State-Ham. ) (Those are all also pretty sweet.) (Do we start nowish?) ( Sure, go ahead. ) * Montana is in the passenger's seat, checking his gun before looking out the windows. "Funny thing," he tells Sonia, "is I'm not even sure that's a real Rembrandt." [Cross a bridge on your approach. The mansion is on a high cliff surrounded by woods. And by a wall. You can imagine a picturesque view from the back of the building. But since you're not there, imagining is all you can do.] ( Oh right, it's late in the afternoon now, the sun is starting to set.] ) * Sonia is driving Montana around! She's a short solid black woman whose hair is currently straightened down, and she's wearing a red bandana and red sunglasses, a leather jacket, and jeans. The car itself is sleek and silver. Sonia chuckles lowly, blows a bubble of gum, then comments, "Ain't no matter, is it?" Matter? Naaaaaah. I'm not even sure- well, it does matter, I guess, in a sense, but it's not like he's paying us for the *real* Rembrandt, right. Just the one at that location. [You drive up the long, winding path towards the mansion.] [You reach the gate. Two MiBs are outside, waiting for you. One walks forward as Sonia drives up.] [He motions for her to roll down the window.] * Montana is a white guy, a little under six feet tall, with short brown hair, blue eyes, and a manly stubble - good looking but not amazingly so. He's wearing jeans, flannels, and boots, as well as a leather jacket and beaten dark brown cowboy hat. He also has a gun, as mentioned before. * Sonia navigates the curves smoothly and pulls to a stop. "So it don't matter, right, bra? At least it's always nice to work with someone who knows what they're doing, eh?" She flashes him a slight grin, before blowing another bubble. "No troubles, just tom." * Sonia then looks to the window, which she presses a button to roll down. "Calling for Mister Von Domme." [He nods. "Let's see the goods."] * Sonia glances to Montana. "Wouldn't wanna get gum on 'em, eh?" Naaaah. Hang on. * Montana unlocks the door and gets out, opening a door to the back seat. He shifts the covering over the painting in back so the MiBs can see through the window without him having to actually take it out of the car. [He looks it over, then pulls out a radio. "They've got it." There's a crackly response, the other MiB opens the gate.] * Montana recovers the painting, shuts the back door, and reclaims his seat up front. * Sonia glances at a information panel on the dash, between the seats, and mutters something before pulling forward slowly, saying with her slow africanish accent, "Cautious boss, yeah?" * Montana shrugs and replies in his Creole/Southern accent, "Eh. Comes with the territory. Still, best be ready." * Sonia grins and blows another bubble. "When am I not, luv? Hopin' he just pays." [You pull up to the mansion. Tis a nice place, for sho'. A 3-story state of the art home. The front doors are glass, and the entire back wall seems to be as well; there is indeed a balcony overlooking the cliffs. Inside the mansion you can see several MiBs and one guy in white, an older man, balding, leaning on a cane.] (That like through the windows?) ( Through the door, yeah ) Ah, spacious glass homes. Nice and light. * Sonia flips her red glasses down into the front pocket of her coat, revealing purple dimly glowing eyes. * Montana snickers. "Plenty of views for him to show off his newly acquired art, am I right? Whelp. Best deliver the goods." He unbuckles and goes about actually removing the art, with its cover, from the back seat. [A MiB is waiting out front to let you in.] * Montana looks over at Sonia, painting in hands. "Coming with?" * Sonia opens her door and stands a whole 5'5", stretching slightly, before glancing back to Montana. "And leave you inside alone with all the money? Wouldn't be very good of me." * Montana grins a grin full of white teeth. "Aw, I'd never run on you, darlin'." That said and done, he starts heading in! [You start heading in, but you forget to finish and thus are stuck in limbo.] * Sonia laughs and walks forward, purple eyes scanning. (My combat numbers are done!) [Inside, the mansion looks much like it did from the outside. I mean, you can see right in, so... duh. On the side walls are some 'spensive paintings, and on some stands are some 'spensive-looking Ming vases. All in all it's a swank place.] [The man with the cane smiles as the MiB lets you in. "I've been waiting for you, friends."] * Sonia extends her hands outward to her sides slightly. "Well, you did hire us, yah?" [He nods. "Indeed. Please, show me the piece."] * Montana nods, and without further ado, pulls the cover from the painting so Mr. Von Domme can see it. [He gasps. "Masterful!" Is it really? He seems to think so. He nods to one of his MiBs, who's holding a briefcase. The man pops it open so you can see inside. "700 Euros, as agreed."] (I'm pretty sure that goes for a lot more than 700 euros, aheh, but it's just a magic number.) ( Pretty much :P ) [The MiB closes the case. Gimme sight rolls.] * Montana raises an eyebrow. "Sorry sir, but that ain't the agreement. I'm *pretty* sure you're missing a few zeroes there." (Would sonar apply?) [He raises an eyebrow. "No, 700,000 Euros was what we agreed. Are you quite sure your hearing is good?" ] ( Ummm. ) ( I have no idea. ) (It's your trick!) ( I'll say no. ) * Montana has quit IRC (Ping timeout) ( Sonia notices a big red X next to Montana's name. He's disconnecting! ) * Montana has joined #MC5-2 (Good times. What did I miss?) [John-Claude smiles pleasantly. "Shall we make the exchange?"] Yeah. Pretty good. (Oh sorry about that. Swap those?) ( K :P ) * Montana glances at Sonia. [Two MiBs move forward, one with the case, one without.] * Montana looks back at them and takes one step backwards. "One sec, gentlemen. I'd like to see what's in that case again. You see this painting - I want to see the money. A long look this time, not a glance. And you gents over there." * Sonia catches the glance, but she probably doesn't seem as concerned as Montana, blowing another bubble as she stands there, her right arm at her side. As he makes another demand, though, her eyes flick around again. [He narrows his eyes. "You saw the money already. What's the problem?"] Can't hurt to show it again, yah? [He rolls his eyes and motions to the man with the case. The man opens it once more, revealing stacks of Euros.] ["Satisfied?"] Yeah, that you're trying to scam us. Shame, too. 's a nice piece of art. C'mon, Sonia. [He frowns. "Not so fast." And the MiBs draw guns.] * Sonia bites her lip as she looks over at Montana again. "Hope you know what you're doin', bra--" [Y'all hear a chopper outside.] * Montana grins a nice, big grin, and steps in front of Sonia - with the painting in front of both of them. "Ah, you really want to ruin a Rembrandt? *Really*? After you went through all of that trouble?" [He grins. "Would you believe me if I said yes? I don't give a crap about the painting. It's probably not even real."] ["Real or not, I just needed it stolen. I thank you for that, but now your usefulness has ended."] [One of the MiBs glances outside. "Uh... Boss..."] ( Annnnd ) * Montana sighs. "Shit." And he throws the painting at him and the guards before diving to the right. * Sonia 's eyes narrow. "Swak, bra." ( Get to the main channel and roll init :P ) ( And describe yourselves, too :P ) (Do I get my action?) ( Sure, but you're not gonna hit anyone with it :P ) (Awww, that's a shame. Oh well!) ( No one gets Rembrandted today.)