<strong>Name:</strong>Marchosias<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bar<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Like a respectful host, Marc waited patiently as all of his potential employees began milling toward the focal point of the area, talking amongst themselves as they waited for everyone to settle in. The nephilim hardly seemed bothered by the blaze that was igniting his counter mere centimeters in front of him, but those that sat close to the bar would also find that the flames weren't as hot as they looked. Even near-direct contact would only provide as much warmth as sitting a comfortable distance away from the hearth. If they hadn't seen the orc light it himself, they might have believed it was an illusion, though what the club owner did next only helped to enfirmen that particular theory.<br/><br/>Reaching forward, Marchosias motioned with his hand over the flickering tongues at the top of the flame, which began to recede, but not in the direction one might expect. Instead, the tips of the fire arced back over themselves and down toward their own origin, the center hollowing itself to form a long tunnel shape that stretched across the entirety of the counter. The fire grew thin enough to see through fairly clearly as small, flickering figures appeared inside. Figures that could be described as humanoid, but "dwarfanoid" was probably a more accurate term. They were clearly of the stockier race with their short torsos and their flaming beards, around a dozen of the little fire figures standing around some sort of large flatbed vehicle on rails, like an underground barge. Quickly it became apparent that Marc was showing them a subway tunnel, and the gang that ruled the subway.<br/><br/>"This is the abandoned tunnel under 87th," the nephilim began to explain, keeping his hand up to manipulate the model of fire. "Tonight, in a little less than two hours, the Gravediggers are planning to perform a heist of an armored car carrying some angelic gold. They're going to bring the car down into the tunnel, then transport it back to their hideout using this rail carrier and crack it open there. I don't want to let that happen."<br/><br/>Pausing, the man shifted his hand again, the flames forming the shape of the armored car on top of the flatbed, as well the bodies of the very people that were in that room. A couple were standing further along the tunnel, in front of where the rail carrier would be heading, but the majority of the group stood behind the dwarven robbers, hiding out as if they were waiting to strike. "The plan is to move in without the Gravediggers seeing you and block them in. Ayr will cave in the tunnel in front of the carrier while the rest of you attack from the back, so they can't run you over as easily." The flames burst down in the tunnel ahead of the dwarves, forming a wall of heat and inciting confusion in the little figures as the gang rushed in and starting taking them out, one stout warrior falling after another."<br/><br/>"Once they're down, you take the carrier in reverse and get it out of the abandoned tunnels as quickly as possible. You may have to do some more fighting if the Gravediggers come to investigate, but just focus on not getting hit by an actual train. Get the carrier to the surface tracks over by the east-side wharf, and get the truck off. I'll have someone waiting there to guide you to a warehouse where you can store the car and the gold safely. A good portion will get divided up among you as payment, the rest will stay there until I move it somewhere safer."<br/><br/>The nephilim smiled as the flames died instantly, like a candle suddenly snuffed out. "Any questions?"