McCue's
Seven

Ping list:
@Shayni, @Hawkeye, @Griffinlokison, @Aquila, @LuminousHeart

Sign Ups:
https://www.sylestia.com/forums/?thread=68224&page=4

Sorry guys, this is really late! I hope it's alright!

Anyway, opening scene is the day after the call, and they're meeting in a diner.
Month is November 2020. Day is Friday the 16th. Time is 10:30 pm.



He leaned his head against the back of the seat, his fingers tapping to a steady drumbeat on the table. The surrounding part of the diner was relatively empty, save for the young waitress, who was mainly just focusing on chatting with a group of college age customers who seemed her age. Callum didn't really care. The meeting would look just like any other- a late night get together with some friends.

The call had happened yesterday, and those who were coming today would be the ones working with him. He had made sure they wouldn't trace his location- and they hadn't heard his voice correctly after the voice scrambler. Now, if they came, then that meant they at least had some trust. And if this mission went well, it meant profit for all of them. "Where the hell is Reilly?" He muttered to himself.

Callum glanced up as the door opened and someone peeked in. At first he had expected McCue to appear, but instead it was someone else. He was surprised to have recognized the girl anywhere, even after so long. Her pale skin was a noticeable contrast to her dark eyes and hair, and she walked like she was preparing to dodge any surprise attack that was headed her way. Her hair was pulled into a low ponytail, her clothes a simple grey tank tee over black joggers. She glanced around, then spotted him. Nodding a quick acknowledgement to the waitress, she slide into the seat opposite his in the booth.

"Hey." She said, quirking an eyebrow. There was so much attitude in just that one word that made Callum realize she was going to be slightly difficult with the whole team. Childhood memories resurfaced but he pushed them down. "It's been a while, eh?" She added, masking her surprise quickly at her discovery that it was him.

"Yes." He nodded, mimicking her quirk of the eyebrow. "It has been a while, Kathleen."

"Kat." She said with a wave of her hand, shaking her head at the waitress as she hurried over. When she left Kat continued. "Now tell me why I got that phone call yesterday. And why I shouldn't report you to the police."

He smirked, leaning forward with his elbows on the table as the. "Well, let's wait for the others to get here."

/Reilly/

Reilly walked out in the parking lot, her phone in her jeans pocket. She was dressed in casual clothing for once, well, casual for a guy anyways, as she was normally geared up with guns and other essentials. She wore a black jacket as well, the one she almost always refused to take off. Otherwise, she looked like a fairly normal person for once. She had checked several times to make sure she wasn't being tailed, her senses on high alert since she was meeting up with other people she had no background interaction with. Callum would be there, and quite frankly she didn't know what she would do if he wasn't there. Her limp was noticeable as always, but she's had it so long that she couldn't care less what people thought of it. As long as they didn't ask.

Her nerves were still on edge, even thought repeatedly she had told herself that everything would work out. There wasn't any room for her of all people to have doubt. Most people knead heard of her past identity, and if it was found out that Reilly wasn't her true identity, she's be throw in jail in a matter of seconds. It would ruin her completely. Her hands were a bit clammy, the dark bothering her as always. It wasn't too horrible though, the lights from the diner and the street lights near it helped.

Reilly finally came up to the door, opening it with her leather gloved hand with the fingers cut off. She stepped inside, the light soothing her nerves a little as she looked around. Callum must've been here already, and she was a little late. That was a technical difficulty. She glanced around, until she spotted him at one of the booths.

"Yep. He's already here. No surprise. Looks like someone else got here too. Wonder which one that is." Reilly thought as she walked over, trying to partially help her limp a little. She hated the fact that's what people noticed first about her. She grabbed a chair, sliding it over and sitting at a table four feet across from the booth.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Got a little caught up." She said as she put her hands together on her lap. She glanced at Kathleen, wondering if she's ever seen her before. She couldn't think of it and let it go for now.

It still wasn't right. Again the bow tie was pulled slightly to the left, and checked to see if it was better than before. That would have to do, they would be late as it was! Sighing the man pulled on his over coat, an expensive tux jacket to match the black and gold tux he was wearing. With that he started down the stairs to the bottom floor of the mansion, shooing away the hoard of servants that were waiting to help him dress. Sometimes he wondered what would happen if he did get rid of them all! It would make life easier in a harder way. He took the one pair of keys from the row of key chains, all to expensive cars he had purchased over the years tonight they would be using the Lykan HyperSport to get around town, even if it was a bit of an over kill! Ten minutes...ten minutes to get to and from Dexion's house before they were do at the reservation. He could do it in five. The car hummed to life as he turned the key, the door sliding into place beside him even before he shifted into gear and sped down the driveway towards the house at the end of town.

What to wear? He had been told to wear his best but at the same time he wasn't sure if that meant Sunday best or best for getting a heist done. So he had simply put on the white button up shirt, atop which sat a black tux vest. He was just finishing pulling on his black slacks when the headlights pulled into the drive way. Hastily he threw on the crimson tie, as well as his belt. As he rushed down the hall he finished buttoning his vest, grabbing the worn dress shoes from their spot near the door. He hopped from foot to foot as he put them on while still approaching the car. Ugh his hair was still a mess though! It would just have to be tied back again as always. The door to the vehicle slid open cleanly and he took his spot in the shotgun seat.
"Sorry about the wait, I had to try to find a clean shirt." The silver haired man answered with a warm smile, his near amber easy shining in the dashboard lights.
"No running water again?" The older man asked putting the car into reverse and flying down the drive again.
"No, washer stopped on me. Haven't had the time or resources to get it fixed."
"How many times have I told you when something comes up-"
"Just call me...I know, I know but I can't mooch off you like that! It's bad enough you wouldn't let me help pay for dinner tonight!" Dorian couldn't help but laugh at this. That was what he liked about Dexion, his modesty and charm about being in the lower class.
"And make you sell you house to pay me back? I couldn't do that to you."
"Really you shouldn't have, you know how I feel about taking your money...."
"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't pay for the outings I planned?" The silver haired man blushed a bit. He hadn't gotten used to the fact they were really a couple yet, it was still a strange thought.
"I guess you're right but still I'm going to pay you back one day, just you wait."
"Oh really? Do I get to name the price? I know of this really nice lodge my father owns that we could spend a week or two in just the two of us."
"I thought we agreed we we're going to take this relationship slow!" Dexion said through a light chuckle.
"I don't tend to follow rules very well." With that the car pulled into the lot of the high end restaurant, being taken by the man at the door as the couple exited it. No sooner had they gotten out of the car then annoying chime of his cell rang out. "What now?" Dorian huffed picking it out of his pocket and answering it. "This had better be-" he was cut off as he heard the message. After a minute he hung up looking to his date.
"Who was that?" Dexion asked looking at his own phone with its cracked screen and lifeless screen.
"Just a friend I was going to meet up with tomorrow. Say why don't you accompany me? It would be rather boring without you there, I wouldn't want to end up bored to death."
"Sure, anything if it meant getting to be with you longer." The silver haired man answered before leaning in and stealing a quick kiss. "Now come on, I'm starved."

It was hard to believe that was just last night. After the wine and food he had let Dexion drive them home, having had a bit much to drink himself. He almost fell out of bed when he found the silver haired man had spent the night, nonetheless curled up next to him in the bed. It looked as if he had just fallen asleep though, still dressed in his fancy clothes while piled on top of the covers. So the next day had been spent together, exploring the mansion and just catching up. Now though they sat in the front seat of the car again, the diner before them. Dexion was the first one out, eager to get inside to order some food. For such a thin person he could sure put food away. After a moment Dorian followed, now dressed in a tight fitting tee and a leather jacket as well as a pair of the most expensive jeans on the market. His biker boots clicked as he walked up and took the hand of the other man. Dexion smiled up at him, standing on his tip toes to plant a kiss on his boyfriend's cheek. Today he was dressed in a bright blue shirt, over which he wore a black pull over jacket. Dark blue jeans covered his ratty looking tennis shoes. With that they entered the diner, still holding hands. As they entered Dorian led the way to the table where three other people were seated. "Callum, I haven't seen you in ages." The mustached man said as he approached the table. "And if it isn't Kat. How have you both been?" The third though he didn't know, and neither did Dexion it seemed. He pulled up a chair for himself as well as Dexion who sat quietly at his side.

Ethan didn't have to debate over what clothes to wear. It was just a meeting at a casual diner. He didn't really have a need for first impressions. Just talking to him will tell them everything they needed to know. He'd just wear some brand new jeans, sneakers, and a white t-shirt. The shoes were actually stolen. So was the rather expensive hoodie he quickly pulled over his head. Nobody would be able to tell.... unless the mysterious caller from last night was serious about knowing his skill set. He was impressed with the skill of which the call was made. Of course he'd tried to track it. He was not dumb. When he discovered how well the call had been placed, his interest was piqued. He needed to find out what these people wanted and what task they would be completing. He hoped it wasn't some trap to get him arrested. That would totally suck and he'd have to show just how uncatchable he really was. He'd mastered escaping handcuffs a long time ago. He ran a comb through his hair while standing in front of the mirror in his apartment. He gave an approving nod before heading out the door. He arrived at the diner about twenty minutes later, having caught a cab. He walked into the diner with a smug smirk on his face. He looked around, reading all the people in the place to find those he as looking for. He decided to go with the group of people that consisted of three guys and two girls who might've been in his age range. He pranced over and slid into the booth next Callum without invitation. "Hullo, mates," he stated gleefully. "I have no idea-" He stopped when he saw Dexion. "Oh, Nevermind. I do know one of you. Hullo, Dexion. It's been awhile since our paths crossed."

Hearth was hesitant to attend the meeting at the diner. He didn't want his skills to be needed. He didn't want to be tempted to do something illegal. If the person didn't even want their real voice heard, the task had to be illegal. Then again, he needed money. He was getting low and anything was better than going against his code of not fighting for money. He hated going to the fight club just to beat up some person to wind everyone's bets. He pulled on a polo shirt and a baggy letterman's jacket from his high school yeArs. He didn't change the jeans he'd been wearing the whole day, nor the ready old sneakers on his feet. He grabbed his wallet and stuck it in his pocket. He went out to where his bike was parked and pulled a helmet over his head. He hopped on, kicked up the kickstand, started her up, and sipped out of there in a hurry. He wasn't sure if he was late or not, but he also didn't want any tickets. He found the diner with little trouble; he'd always been good with directions. He pulled into the parking lot and got situated before going inside. He didn't know which group of people was which. He looked around for a waitress to point him in the right direction, but she seemed busy. So he stood near the doorway, looking like a lost child.

((Aquila needs to post but I'll just go ahead for now, since almost everyone is here. Also Griffin there's one girl and four guys, Reilly's supposed to be in her male disguise now. :P ))

Callum gave Reilly an easy smile and shook his head in a gesture that meant 'it's fine, so is everyone else'. He and Kat turned quickly again as the door's bell chimed and a couple walked in. One was a man they both recognized, and Kat and Callum both smiled.

"Oh, look who's here." Kat teased, more at ease now that she had at least someone she knew. "Someone's not too caught up with stuff to do to see us again, eh?" Normally she would have aimed it as an insult, but this was something she said fondly.

Callum rolled his eyes at Kathleen, then nodded his welcome. "Sorry if the call was short noticed- I had to get this thing together as quickly as possible. It's only-" He glanced at his watch. "-Been five minutes or so, meaning the others should be here in a few. We're missing three." Once again, just as he spoke, the door opened and a young man walked in, glancing around before walking over to their booth and sitting next to Callum.

"Dexion Silverton, correct?" He affirmed with the silver haired man. "And you must be Ethan Hawkins." He smiled, scanning over each of them with analyzing eyes as if trying to recollect their skill set. Obviously he had glanced through all his notes beforehand, but he was still a bit nervous.

"Oh- someone else is here!" Kat piped up suddenly, waving over the man awkwardly standing by the doorway. "Is that one of ours?" She whispered to Callum, as if mocking him slightly. He sighed and nodded, so she waved the man over.

(Sorry, I've been dead. Also, sorry for my low-quality writing.)

Alia walked in the diner, scanning the room. It was pretty vacant, but she still wasn't sure where to go. Alia awkwardly stood by the door, not knowing anyone. It was in her nature to often feel unsure, and she didn't want to disturb anyone. Really, she didn't want to ask anyone. Reaching into her silver crossbody purse, she pulled out her phone and pretended to look at it.

/Reilly/

Reilly nodded at Callum, and sat in her chair backwards so she could rest her elbows and head on the back of the chair. She blew her short blond bangs out of her face, studying everyone a little closer. They seemed fitting to the job, at least thats what they seemed like. Reilly didn't doubt Callum's choices though, he was in fact the only person she trusted in this place, or in the world. She hadn't contacted her two brothers for fourteen years, so Callum was basically the only person she's trusted since she ran off at fifteen.
Reilly watched more people come in, taking some mental notes and wondering what their skill set was. She had left this all to Callum, and hadn't asked about anyone quite yet. Guess she would have to see for herself, which wasn't horrible. She overall stayed quiet, her green eyes following everyone occasionally. Seems like they would work fine together anyways. There were some connections, which were nice. She didn't think they risked fighting too much, but yet again, she had no idea who these people were.

As he was addressed Dexion sat up a bit straighter. "Yes sir." He said in a firm manner. "At your service." Dorian had told him what was going on after the call. He hadn't actually gotten a call himself after all, the device having been dead though the notification popped up later when it was plugged in. It seemed he really was called forward after all. When Ethan showed up he turned his attention towards the man still a bit nervous of all the new people. "Ethan! How are you doing? It's been ages!" He sprang to his feet, taking hold of the other man in a friendly hug.
"I see you two know one another." Dorian huffed as he was left out of the conversation. He crossed his arms over his chest, glaring at Ethan.
"Oops! Ethan this is Dorian, my...um-"
"Boyfriend." Dorian cut in.

"The one and only," the enthusiastic thief replied to Callum. Ethan gently patted Dexion's back as they exchanged a quick hug. He smirked at Dorian as they were introduced. He could see the displeasure on his face, but it didn't bother him. "Boyfriend, eh? I say you made a great choice." He held out his hand to Dorian. "I suspect you've never heard that thieves get around in the underground. Hard not to run into one you've never met before. Your boyfriend here is probably the only one I could work well with. And as the best thief in the world, I should know who I work well with and who I don't. Because I rarely team up."

Hearth saw the girl waving him over, so he guessed that was where he was supposed to be. He walked over and awkwardly pulled another chair up to the table. He looked at all the faces and cleared his throat before speaking. "Um... hello," he said. Man, he was so socially awkward. He didn't even know how to move on with this. He sat there, fiddling his thumbs as he looked at all the faces once again.

Callum watched their interaction, then changed his attention to Reilly and silently gave him a brief nod of the head to make sure she was complacent with his choices. Reilly was one of those few who he mutually gave his trust to, and he was glad he trusted him as well, especially with the knowledge both identities.

Kathleen's eyes fixed in on the newcomer, then replied to his greeting. "Hello." She observed his twiddling thumbs, raising her eyebrow and speaking again. "You seem like one of those types who either always wants to keep moving or feels they're awkward around people they don't know. And- oh, there's another! Is she ours too?" Her focus changed in an instant as she spotted someone else. Kat glanced at Callum.

"Yup. Last one." He nodded.

Kat cupped her hands around her mouth. "Hey! Over here!" Lowering her voice again, she added, "So, what do we do? Introduce ourselves?"

Callum chuckled. "Yeah. Sure. I guess I'll go first... great this is going to be like middle school again...," He paused. "I'm Callum, and I'm the one that called all of you. I'll explain everything later, but I know all about every criminal thing you may have done or ones that you have the possibility of doing." He laced his hands behind his head, leaning backwards. "I'm not on the run, but I've never been caught."

"Dramatic." Kathleen said, glancing at the waitress warily before continuing. "Kathleen, I won't tell you my last name because Callie-boy didn't tell us his. I'm a twenty-three year old martial arts teacher who is probably swimming in debt." She tried to sound as flippant as possible, but slight pain was laced with her words.