Steve watched as the catering van pulled to a stop.

"I've got eyes on the bartender," he said coolly, to nobody.

We really should have brought some communication equipment, he thought to himself. Probably would have made things a little easier.

He strutted over to meet the bartender as he jumped out of the vehicle. The driver and the other staff were talking to each other, still in the van.

"Yo," Steve said to the bartender, glancing at his name tag. "You must be...Steve?"

Well, that's convenient.

"Hi," replied. "Yeah, that's me. And you are?"

"Your last minute replacement."

"My...what?"

"Replacement."

And with that, Steve headbutted the bartender, knocking him unconscious with the single blow.

That was so cool! And again, of course nobody around to see it.

Steve quickly grabbed Steve by the foot with his good wing and started to drag him toward some bushes.

"Hey!" he heard someone say from inside the catering van. "What was that thud? Did anyone else hear that?"

I'd better move fast before someone sees me!

ROLL CALL!

2 to Christian

"The guest list, huh? Well, to get into their system I'm definitely gonna need..."

Percival looked up and saw that everyone had already scattered to the wind. Steve hadn't even put his earpiece in! While Percival knew that he was going to have to get his wings dirtier on this job--security seemed to be way too tight to gain remote access to the security cameras et al like he was used to--there were still some tasks he didn't feel cut out for quite yet.

He saw a mean-looking hunter shine a flashlight in his vicinity and belly flopped behind a nearby bush. When the coast was clear, he crawled into a nearby trash can where he holed up for the time being. Staying out here for too much longer was simply not an option. He pressed the tip of his wing to his headset and it crackled to life.

"Heeey what up it's ya boy Percival!! Soo if any of you actually plan on getting on this guest list, I'm gonna need a teensy-weensy favor first..."

Percival clacked away at the keys of his laptop and pulled something up.

"...yeah, so they require biometric data to even view this thing. Which means I'm gonna need one of you to retrieve either a thumbprint, a paw print, or...an eyeball...from some creature that works on these grounds and bring it here so I can scan it. Any takers?!"

His heartrate began to steadily increase as the hunters continued to patrol the area. He could hear one of them open a bag of chips...it was only a matter of time til they had to throw it out.

Percival waited impatiently for one of the geese on the other end of the line to respond.

Faster, Steve. Faster!

"What are you doing?!" someone exclaimed.

Steve stopped in his tracks. He looked up at the person who had spoken, and back down at Steve. And back up again.

"Hi," he said, trying to be all casual. "I'm sure this looks really bad, but I can assure you, there's a very simple explanation..."

"What," the person said. "You were going to take this poor bartender's uniform and sneak into the party?"

"Um..."

"Um, what? Get up and come over here. Randall! Clarice! We have a situation!" the person shouted towards the catering van.

"What is it, Duke?"

Steve let go of Steve's leg, and sauntered over to Duke, as was requested.

"I'm really sorry about this," Steve said.

"Oh, you will be," Duke replied. "You can't just go around knocking people unconscious and stealing their clothes."

Well...

"Well..."

With a honk and another quick headbutt, Duke joined other Steve on the ground.

Steve grabbed Duke's foot with his good wing and proceeded to drag him into the bushes.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing??!"

"Hey," Steve said, "You must be Randall and Clarice. I'd say it's nice to meet you, but I really wish this had gone a lot smoother than it has. I'm usually much more cool and chill than this."

Randall and Clarice moved towards Steve and with a quick headbutt to each of them, they were also down for the count.

Steve sighed as he grabbed Steve's ankle and pulled him further into the bushes, then went back for Duke, and then Randall and then finally Clarice.

When he emerged, Steve was wearing bartenders Steve's clothing, with his purple bullet proof vest underneath of course, and was ready to infiltrate Dr. Doomore's shindig.

I hope these people like their drinks chilled.

He adjusted the nametag as he strutted toward the mansion.

Now he just needed to get inside.

ROLL CALL!

Rolled: 25 (6+5+6+4+4) [5d6]

(I'll start posting this evening.)

Wow.

Ryan is here to boost morale and performance

Christian, take a 4 for your roll call.

Zersch @ 16/6/2022 20:49

Christian, take a 4 for your roll call.

that's not a 6!

Don't make me take it back and give you the other 4.

Zersch @ 16/6/2022 20:49

Christian, take a 4 for your roll call.

Steve strolled up to the front entrance of the mansion.

He flashed his best smile at the people manning the door.

"Hi," Steve said. "I'm Bartender Steve, here for the charity gala. Ready to serve and mix drinks for everyone!"

He waited to be allowed in.

The doorman narrowed his eyes before replying.

"You can't come through here."

"Oh?"

"Use the staff entrance at the back."

Phew.

"Thank you, kind sir," said Steve as he strolled around the mansion to the back entrance.

There was slightly less security this way. But you still couldn't just let yourself in.

"Hello," he said to the lady at the back entrance. "I'm here to tend bar tonight."

She narrowed her eyes at Steve before replying.

"Go on in, sir."

Phew.

"Thank you!"

Now to get everything set up for the party. Steve was thrilled and nervous for both his bar-tending debut and the Doormore job. He was excited that the team was back together and really wanted to prove his worth by causing the biggest diversion, and putting his newly learned skills to use. He really enjoyed that mixology course. Maybe after this one last job, he could take up bar-tending full time. That would be cool.

He arrived at his area to find a fully stocked bar. Nice!

Almost immediately someone walked up to the bar.

Oh, my first customer.

Okay, let's do this.

I am ready for this!

"Good evening. What can I get for you?" Steve asked.

The customer waited a moment before placing her order.

"I will have a flaming panama sunrise backporch side-winder sour patch kid siesta surprise, please."

I am not ready for this!

"On the rocks."



"Coming right up, Dr. Doomore!" Steve exclaimed.

ROLL CALL!

Christian @ 16/6/2022 21:42

ROLL CALL!

3️⃣

Louis was crouched near the dirt road. The porpoise disguises were all packed up and hidden in the bushes.

Louis stared at the scene in front of him and his eyes widened.. as much as they could widen. He had just seen Steve take out four people, stash them in the bushes, and then waddle hurriedly off toward the mansion. The catering van stood in front of him. Well, I guess that takes care of how we're going to hijack the catering van, Louis thought. Thanks Steve.

He heard Percy's voice in his earpiece. Was he asking for body parts?

Louise pressed his earpiece. "Are you asking for body parts?" I may have a few to choose from, Louis thought.

Louis looked around to see if anyone was still around to help, but he didn't see anyone at the moment. He started to work. He pulled some rope out of his bag (of course he had a bag with him with many useful items), and tied up three of Steve's poor victims so they wouldn't be able to alert anyone if and when they woke up. Those knots he learned in his Navy days sure came in handy.

That boy is out of control, Louis thought, shaking his head. He looked at Clarice and shrugged. She was out cold. She was the lightest of the four...yes, she'd do, he supposed. He tied her up and stashed her in the van, along with the porpoise costumes.

Louis pressed his earpiece again. "What's your location, Percy?"