After the Heist (tag Recluse)

[recluse]

Raising her eyebrows as he pushed past her, Recluse shook her head and went to find her pants. And the weaving that she'd done that would probably need to be scrapped now, thanks to Mr. Lucas Asshat James interrupting in the way that he had.

There were probably a couple of useable bits, the pouches and the rope that she'd finished before he'd started banging down the door, but the net she'd been working on was buggered, all stuck together in a ball. Damn. Not that it would take her long to make another one, but it wasn't the sort of thing that she did in front of anyone, so she'd have to wait for the right moment.

Tugging her pants on, she shook her head and waited to see what Dom would say. She wondered if word had gotten out about their little armoured car caper, too.

[avalanche]

Fuck.

He eyed Lucas warily. "Okay. That's probably a good call. Is this your good deed for the year, Lucas?"

What do you really want?

A very realistic question. It's not like Lucas was notorious for his willingness to help out.

Still, if he HAD found them... Dom didn't wait for the answer, instead he grabbed his shit, and started stuffing his pockets with it. It only took a second to pack up his bag. Wherever they went now, he'd makes sure NO ONE knew. In fact, he'd have to eventually go back to the only guy in the undergound he trusted enough to tell where he'd be staying... Teach him to be wary of loose lips. You know, sinking ships and all.

[impact]

Luke's eyes smoldered at Dominic, his jaw tensing as the smaller man acted like a smartass.

"I'll be going with you." He said it as if he were doing it for their own good, and walked to the window, looking out the shades.

"Callisto's people have an eye out all over this city, you think you and your girlfriend were going to have a honeymoon any longer than a few hours without work getting out? Shit you really do have rocks in your head." The pun quite intentional, Lucas shut the shades again and lit a cigarette.

"Shoulda been on a plane a few hours ago. Coulda gotten out of town scott free." He smirked, ashing on the carpet.

[avalanche]

That gave Dom pause. “Whattya mean scott-free? Who's after me? I haven't done anything illegal, just asked a few questions. Who says I'm going anywhere? You're not thinkin' I'm sweating the Morlocks are you?”

He slung the pack over his shoulder, and noted that Recluse was ready to go as well. This didn't mean that Dom kept a tight grip on the thing, though... in fact, he was loose and ready for Luke to try a move. The guy was likely super strong, but Dom was a very, very fast fighter – able to move his whole body with practiced skill, the very nature of an amateur wrestler. The only problem was, he'd likely destroy the entire hotel in the fight... and that wasn't attention he needed.

[impact]

Lucas took a slow drag off his cigarette, watching Dom while he fired off a series of questions like a little kid in trouble for stealing. Which was, in Luke's eyes, exactly what he was.

It was still funny as shit though.

"Drive us out to Long Island," he said. "There's a house there out of the way... as long as you're quiet, no one's going to bother us." For one reason or another he didn't include himself in the 'quiet' bit. Perhaps because the large man wasn't exactly known for speaking above a cool rumble.

"And before you ask, I don't want any of your fucking money." He pointed a bit with his cigarette in two fingers, the look in his eye telling him Dom could either believe him or not, it might not matter a whit. "So can that paranoid shit and let's get on the road."

[avalanche]

This was getting more confusing by the second. As far as Dom knew, he really did nothing wrong. No one tied him to the armored car, unless there was something out there he was unaware of. Maybe someone from the old hood recognized the jacket? Could it have been filmed? Even then... well, maybe someone knew. Shit, now he was getting paranoid.

“Okay, Lucas. We'll follow your suggestion... on one condition. You have to tell me just what the hell it is I'm supposed to be running from. So far as I know, I ain't been on the block long enough to step on any toes... are you talking about the Morlocks? Or something else.”

He'd be damned if he just went along like a sheep into some strange trap set up by Lucas Fucking James, notorious thug.

[impact]

Lucas rolled his neck, the only outward sign of the sudden levee break of anger flooding his mind. He exhaled smoke through his nose, and turned his eyes towards the ceiling for a moment, before walking over to Dom. Invading personal space, it seemed half a challenge, half a reason to save Dom's face as he pointed out how the younger man was being a "...fucking idiot."

Luke took a moment to pull smoke into his lungs before speaking again, the haze spilling from his lips with his words like some back alley demon waiting for any excuse, any at all to be let out of its cage.

"Callisto's people know where y'all are. They're everywhere, you know that. Now I wasn't keen to the stacks you have in the trunk'a that car, and I was able to find you. Fingerprints, witness accounts, tire marks, paper trail- and that's before they get to your license plate. You're a smart kid, but the smartest fuck -something- up even on the cleanest crimes."

"You're still driving a car registered in your -name-, Petros, haven't you learned anything out there?" Perhaps to Dominic's surprise, Lucas sounded genuinely concerned. "If I can smoke you out in 24 hours, a team of federal, state, county, and city cops will find you both in the same amount of time. It's only a matter of time before the cops get to the Morlocks, the Morlocks sure as shit have no reason to protect your ass. Shit kiddo-" He looked back at Recluse near the door, nodding in the direction of the car in the parking lot- "You left your cheddar in there. This ain't Natural Born Killers, Dominic. Get the fuck out of town before you have to make a name for yourself sucking cock in prison 'steada causing havoc with the Brotherhood."

[avalanche]

Dom narrowed his eyes. He'd thought about everything, he'd planned every angle, he'd disposed of every shred of thing they were wearing, the bags the money came in, everything. What could they possibly suspect?

Then again... Lucas's point was that even the best could leave some scrap. Some speck of DNA on the scene, something that could start an investigation going. Lucas didn't know the crime, it seemed, just that Dom HAD commited a crime (he seriously doubted someone with Luke's experience would assume Dom won the lottery.) Also that forensics produced some seriously impressive results on occasion.

Further, Luke had him on the fact that Dom and Recluse should've bailed. He had a point there. Dominic wasn't certain they'd catch him overnight, though, the chances of that were incredibly infinitesimal – but why play the odds? That was particularly reckless for such a well-thought out heist.

Questions. It was all about avoiding questioning. Fair enough. That didn't quite make dom a fucking idiot though... at least in his mind.

What impressed him (or scared him) was that Lucas was reaching out here, trying to help him and offering him a place to stay. Free of charge. Dom had heard of Lucas being generous to a mutant kid here or there – was this an aspect of that generosity?

It irked Dominic to no end that he could be seen as one of those kids.

He sighed, looking back at Lucas.

“Okay. Do you have a car?” he asked.

[recluse]

While the boys went through their little macho pissing contest discussion, Gracie was cleaning up the apartment and making sure that there was nothing that could connect them to it. Well, nothing that could connect her to it - she had a record, after all, thanks to her little stay when their gang was busted up. Thankfully, she didn't have to worry about fingerprints, so she didn't have to wipe the whole place down.

The bits of web that she couldn't actually use, she balled up and stuck to her shirt - she could get rid of them later. There'd been web all over the place after the heist, so if she left more here it would link them immediately.

What she wanted to know, Recluse thought to herself as she slipped her shoes on, was what the hell Lucas James was helping them for. Yeah, he was notorious for being a sucker for young and inexperienced mutants, but neither her nor Dom qualified as young OR experienced in her eyes. It just didn't make sense.

She didn't realise that she'd been rubbing at her arms until she sneezed, and she immediately swore quietly. Just a habit, but definitely not the sort of thing that she should do in closed rooms. She could feel a slight itch in her left eye, and she shook her head at herself.

[impact]

Lucas was relieved to see the lightbulb go on over the kid's head. It wasn't that Dom was stupid; but there were obviously some things he hadn't considered. Luke needed his link to the Brotherhood to not go to jail or worse; get shot up with the cure.

He considered the risk involved the premium on this little insurance policy.

"Yeah," he said as he walked towards the door. "It's three blocks south in the parking lot at AfterHours." A pretty notorious topless bar, even for the city.

[avalanche]

(ooc dom and Recluse continued in "Gambling time")