<strong>Name:</strong>Marc, Danny<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Nick, Jack, Rutilus, Zed, Ayr, Jugo<br/><br/>Marc glanced around the room as each of the animal-blooded men as they each put forth their own questions, concerns, and ideas about the situation, grateful at least Zed preferred business be kept brief and simple. Of course, that was likely just an act on her part to not appear as devious as she truly was, but it couldn't hurt to "reward" her later, especially since he benefitted from it just as much. "To answer your questions first, Mr. Voss, five grand for this one job, with possible future employment rates to be negotiated later; three hours from now; and a little bit of both. The Unleashed aren't usually subtle when it comes to their raids, but no heads mounted on spikes. We don't want to make it so painfully obvious that we're just trying to set them up. Even a bunch of trolls would be smart enough to try not to leave clues when attacking a parleyed club."<br/><br/>Looking at Ayr, he nodded his approval of the archon's suggestions. "The heavier the better. If it can cause more damage, or at least more chaos, and looks like the beasty boys might use it, go ahead and get it prepped for later. I don't think we're going to have a shortage of those willing to burn a few beards off. I don't think we should bother marking them, unless you're alright with us leaving some of your prized merchandise behind." He smirked lightly as another thought came to him. "Oh, and make sure you have something light enough for Danny to carry. Since he's a kit, he's going to be in the forward crew, but he'll need something that'll give him some decent protection. As for the cost of all this, I hope you don't mind discussing that when I'm less busy. It's not like you don't know where you can find me."<br/><br/>Finally, his shaded eyes fell on Jack. "I think you overestimate how much it cost to get you out, Wolfman. Most of the time, it didn't take a stack of bills as much as it did a healthy fuck, or handing over Danny if they preferred their meat more fresh. But if you feel you owe me a debt because I was the only one who thought you'd be better out of jail then in, I won't argue. Just try not to get yourself recognized when we go in for the hit. No one's going to believe the Unleashed wanted to buy your freedom." The nephilim stood up then, giving a glance at the fairy that said she was free to either follow him as he continued his business, or find something better to do. He didn't know if she would find any of it useful, but she had chosen to stick around and listen before.<br/><br/>"Oh, one last thing, to all of you: there's going to be one head in that club tonight that I don't want taken off. I'll give you the details later, but suffice to say, if you fuck up and kill him, I'll send you somewhere far worse than prison." With that oddly calm warning, Marc made his way over to the stairs to deal with some trouble he sensed brewing, leaving the rest to whatever they chose their business to be, unless they chose to follow.<br/><br/>Thankfully, just before Danny could unwisely tell Jugo where he could shove his anger, Marc started descending the steps, catching the kitsune's attention. "Someone's awful impatient to get turned away," the half-devil remarked with a bitter smile as he walked down to greet the vampire, drawing off his sunglasses for the first time so his silver eyes could reflect the multicolored lights of the club. "Typical of a Brother; you don't even know what I'm setting up here, but you assume bringing along a briefcase of money can solve any problem. That case still looks pretty heavy, though; what's the matter, no takers?"