Roison sighs before walking over "my colleagues can't make it at the moment. So I just have to take your word. We know the plan of the lion's den already... What can you offer on more information on it?"
Artemis: Arktum, the leader, is going to a restaurant tonight. I could take you there. Without ark, they will be in panic. The cobras.. On the other hand are robbing a bank tonight. We can ambush them their... Get some moral support with the guards, look like the good guys.
Roison raises her eyebrow again, a habit she was having to get rid of, "something you can't take without us knowing. Those items can easily disappear. We don't want the head cat either."
"Please she is their eye candy and won't help us at all." Roison bites back. Robyn coughs "they are close, I got bored and hacked into their earpiece software. Just accidentally over hearing their conversations..."
Jess: After reading the message on her phone, the girl heads back to head quarters. She smiles, in a good mood since collecting the weapons, and reaches it after a few minutes. She goes inside, narrowing her eyes as she notices the new person. "Who's he?" She asks Roison, raising an eyebrow. She didn't bother asking him; she didn't trust strangers.
Artemis: *Smiles and slips off the side of my shirt to reveal the red lion tattoo on my arm* Your ally. Anyways, there is something that Blake has...
Artemis: or we could simply make the lions bankrupt. I have there bank account info stored on my phone from last time I put cash in.
Jack: He takes out his laptop, typing. "They have a distress signal, so I can't disable them for long. You'll have to hurry. "
Artemis: I know this because I'm wired. I can hear everything they are saying right now. We need to shut off there hacking system now! *Quickly gets out my laptop and starts clicking through stuff* Damn firewalls..
Artemis: *Quickly scans through for a virus opening* There! Thats my opening! *Shuts off all of the red lions network and hacking systems* Perfect! I've just stopped them from hacking something apparently.
Jess: She frowns, running a hand through her dyed hair. She glances at the kitchen, but decides she probably should hang around for a bit. She figured he must have proved he wasn't a spy to still be there, but she didn't trust him. "Have fun," she comments, before sitting down and plugging in her headphones. She left it too him; it was a chance to prove himself.