"Do I look like a karkin' pickpocket to you?!"
Blake had hissed this ever so quietly to [member="Kaiden Rohn"] , who had just mouthed for him to get an envelope from a guy in a red jacket and his two goons. He was upset, but he shoved his emotions aside at the moment. He had a mission now.
And The Comedian never failed a mission.
Think, Blake, think. How could he get the package without causing a ruckus? He couldn't just attack them, as fun as that would be. There was a reason they entered covertly. Stealth was the only option here. Or subterfuge.
An idea popped in his head. It was plenty dark, and the streets were mostly empty. If he could lure them into one of the various alleyways...
Blake quickly advanced to the man in the red jacket, masking his body language of any aggressive intents. He walked alongside the courier, head down, hands in cloak pockets. This was the critical moment. The two burly men were already looking at him, about to act. Here went nothing.
"Hey, buddy...you wanna buy some deathsticks?"
The trio looked at Eddie, perplexed. Damn it. That was the best he had for the moment.
"Step aside," one of the guards said, and roughly shoved Blake aside. Or tried to, anyway. The guy was big, sure, but The Comedian was built like a linebacker.
Kark, kark, oh, blast it all to hell.
Blake took a grab at the guy in the red jacket, but instead of the envelope, went for his wallet. Ka-ching. A nerf leather credit clip came out and he ran to the alley rigjt next to them. Going for the envelope would've just gotten him fried. But a wallet? It was three against one, and the alley was a dead end. Of course they were going to chase him and rough him up.
"Get him," the guy in the red jacket said. Eddie ran into the alley, the three in pursuit. These guys looked semi-pro, so before they could realize the folly of their ways and send the packageman back to a less secluded area while the guards took care of the thief, Blake stopped suddenly and turned, unexpected. The two guards were in front, once barreling full speed, but now screeching to a halt. The Comedian threw both of his fists out and let momentum do most of the work. The big guys fell to the ground, out cold. The red mark had time to look on in fear and attempt to run, but Blake was on him, tackling the guy to the floor before throwing a vicious right hook into his temple, knocking him out as well.
Well, that wasn't too bad.
Eddie picked the envelope up off the cold, hard ground and produced a silenced pistol. Switching it to stun, Blake soundlessly shot each of the three once to put them out for the count for a while. He then concealed the pistol again and likewise put the envelope in his cloak, exiting the alleyway.
Blake made his way back to the coffee stand, next to his Commander. Hopefully that didn't cause too much of a fuss. It was pretty improvised, but it worked a hell of a lot better than he thought it would.
"Got it, chuba-face. Next time, get a street urchin to do that chit. I was a pickpocket when I was 12, damn it. At my age your fingers don't work as well as they used to."
He hissed this again to Rohn discreetly as Eddie ordered a coffee, angrily paying for it with the credits of the guy in the red coat.
And Rohn thought Blake was an nerf herder?
Takes one to know one.
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