Rats [Caleb]

[Caleb Sinclair]

"I got other apps on here too." Caleb frowned at his phone, and felt the need to defend himself even when Hikaru hadn't said anything. And he did have other apps on it! He had a GPS and News one Rochelle had downloaded for him when he first bought the devilish piece of technology, Perry had put one on that let him check the weather-- he had no idea why, though, cause he'd never let rain, hail or snow stop him before-- and there was a recipe one 'cause a guy had to eat and he liked keeping things interesting, and there was a few more after that, but whatever. The fact was he did more with his phone than just games-- and there was nothing wrong with games, anyway! It passed the time when he was waiting for something to happen; like now.

The little shit that had possibly betrayed them wasn't about to materialise out of no where in the middle of his living room, so they had to wait for a reply and response to Hikaru's little plan, and Caleb really wasn't too fond of biding his time. He could when he had too. Sometimes he was even the one that suggested it, because despite his bullheadedness he was good at what he did, and did recognise the value in taking things slow. He also liked to get treacherous little rats dealt with as soon as possible, though. Preferably with a bullet to the head.

At least they had a more fun topic to talk about? Dealing with rats was a must, but it wasn't exactly a fun conversation. In fact most conversations along those lines put the gang leader into a distinctly vengeful mood, and Caleb could be rather scary when he was made that angry. He wasn't the kind of guy to raise his voice when pissed, either. Instead it got low and quiet and dangerous.

Now, where were they on that more fun topic? Right. Masks and Star Labs. "Turning furry on me, Ru?" Caleb cast his friend a glance, struggling to hide his smirk. "You know, I think one of the boys knows a place for it. If you're into that shit." Caleb hadn't asked about it. Caleb had backed right the hell out of that conversation when it came up, in fact, so it was up to Hikaru to find that out for himself. Not that he actually thought his friend was into that. "I'mma use the giant Bill Clinton head. And take all the coffee mugs. And the coffee machine." Depriving the nerds of their morning coffee. How horrible of him.

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru stared at Caleb for a moment. He wasn't sure if he believed that there were more than games on the boss's phone. He had other people to do all sorts of things for him so what did he need anything else for? His curiosity might be piqued but he wasn't about to wrestle Caleb's phone from him. Why wrinkle their clothes when he could easily accomplish his goal with carefully selected words. Lies. Or, one carefully selected word.

That one word would most likely irk the other man and get him to show Ru what kind of things he had one his phone. He was mildly curious what occupied Caleb's time when he wasn't causing trouble. He, himself, had chosen to bettering himself once more, getting back to the training his mother had started him on years ago. It was slowly pushing him to begin studying the history of his heritage. His was barely dipping a toe in, so to speak, but he was giving it a shot.

Honoring one's family was very important and he wanted to make his mother proud of him since his choice in careers was rather upsetting to her. She had moved them out of Japan to keep him from this life. So, he had to find a way to make things right by her. He was also going to keep working so he could honor his crew, considering them a sort of family as well.

Hikaru pushed such thoughts from his mind as his phone went off, signaling messages. He pulled the screen up, seeing Remy's reply among a couple of others. The vermin will be down stairs shortly, He said aloud, texting for the kids to gather in the lobby of Caleb's building. Let more waiting commence! At least now they had things to plan out to keep themselves occupied.

Ru put his phone down, he looked to Caleb with a small frown. Only for you, Cale. I know how that makes you feel, He replied with a smirk. He had heard how quickly Caleb had hurried out of the furry den when confronted with the situation. It was amusing to think that would be something to freak the boss out considering all the things they saw.

At least no one could say Caleb wasn't a bastard despite his squeamishness concerning certain people's preferences. That's just evil, man. Brilliant, Hikaru said with a broad smile. With all the bases covered, Star Labs would surely fall! Or at least be unproductive for a while until equipment, calculations, and coffee were fully restored. How pissed off the higher ups would be having to suck up those kinds of losses.

[Caleb Sinclair]

Caleb snorted in response to that one, carefully selected word and the look his friend fixed him with. He could choose not to believe him if he wanted, but he would be proven wrong, because there was definitely more than games on his phone.. "Not lies." It wouldn't really prove his point, as the short cuts were somewhat difficult to make out from too much of a distance, but Caleb held up his phone to Hikaru, anyway. "See?"

And trouble and mucking about on his phone wasn't all he did, but, surprisingly, he wasn't the kind of person to share what he did in his free time and when he didn't feel like causing trouble. His hobbies and interests didn't exactly align with what others expected from a gang leader, and Caleb was savvy enough to know that some things were just better off kept quiet in the gangland environment. He didn't think Hikaru or his closest crew would have any problem with what he did, but, well...

Old habits.

Caleb tucked his phone back into his pocket when Hikaru's phone went off, and was already up by the time his friend said the rat would be downstairs shortly. It hadn't been a particularly long wait, but it had still been uninteresting and he was itching to talk to the guy and possibly shoot him in the head. Possibly. Maybe. They had to keep in mind that they were working off rumours and chatty kids right now, so they couldn't take that information as gospel.

He really, really was in the mood to shoot someone, though. "I sorta hope he really is guilty." Caleb buried his hands into his pockets, terribly casual despite the conversation topic. Even though wishing Remy was guilty meant he really would have been talking with people he shouldn't, it would give him reason to shoot the little bastard and give them a reason to show this other gang what they were made of. It would be fun!

So would that actual heist they had planned-- even if it brought an awkward conversation along with it. Caleb might have puffed out his cheeks at Hikaru, more childish than a grown man should act. "Yeah, how about no?" He would seriously consider kicking Hikaru if he even thought about continuing that joke.

Much like the nerds would probably wish they knew who to kick once their coffee was gone. "I'll be sure to do the evil villain laugh as I deprive them of their sacred coffee."

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru narrowed his eyes at Caleb's phone. He wasn't really trying to see what was on his friend's screen, but he did pretend. Can't tell what those are. Still don't believe you, He announced with a wave of his hand. He dismissed the boss and returned to his own phone applications. He had better things to do than really try to see what Caleb did with his time.

What they needed to concentrate on anyway was the fact that they had someone to beat into a confession. They would not tolerate a rat among them and he didn't plan on letting this man get off easy. He would be a message. Shooting someone in the head was fine and dandy, a quick solution to the problem. However, they had to deter others from doing the same thing. They had to warn off anyone that thought they could do whatever they pleased.

Their gang was not something to be trifled with. They were just as serious as anyone else no matter what image they portrayed. The Seraphs were just fun loving. They could have fun causing someone pain though. It served a purpose and provided a break from their usual. Hikaru pushed to his feet, hoping he would be allowed to do some real damage before Caleb pulled the trigger.

With a stretch, he grinned at his friend. He let the uncomfortable subject of furries fall away, knowing that his boss didn't tolerate being poked fun off too much. Ru got away with a lot of shit in that department but he was probably one of very few if anyone else got such the privilege. He didn't want to lose his by being too much of a pain in the ass.

Hikaru wouldn't be him if he didn't push a few buttons here and there. You're just so sexy when you do the evil laugh. Hikaru chuckled himself then, heading towards the door so they could meet their sneak. Things to do and people to beat. All in a day's work.

[Caleb Sinclair]

Once the subject of furries and unusual kinks appeared to be dropped, Caleb eyed his friend for a suspicious moment longer, just to make sure. One more word about such things and he would, most definitely, kick Hikaru. Probably in the side of the leg. Perhaps even the shin. It might not be the most adult of things, but it would get the point across well enough.

It seemed the awkward conversation topic was, actually, properly dropped, which meant there would be no need to kick his best friend. It also meant that the conversation didn't get to the point where a cringe ran down his spine. Good. Caleb had his own preferences and kinks and things that got the blood pumping, but, to him, they were much more normal than animal costumes and the like.

Besides, who wouldn't find a little mayhem and murder invigorating? People that weren't sociopaths most likely, but that was a minor detail and one Caleb never admitted to anyway. It was a label thrown about by police, profilers, and people who didn't know better. He was just a puckish rogue, was all!

He was a rogue who, with his second, had plans to steal coffee and notes and computers from a bunch of nerds who thought their little lab was impenetrable. What wasn't to love about that? He sure as hell couldn't see anything not to love there. It was fucking adorable.

"I'm always sexy, man. The evil laugh is just the icing on the cake that makes the panties drop." Not that he was particularly interested in dropping panties, but, you know, he had to think about appearances. Especially when the streets and gangland expected certain kinds of preferences from its mobsters. No sweat. Caleb could act it and fake it with the best of them. Not that any of that mattered right now. Not when they had a rat to chat up.

Caleb adjusted the jacket he wore and ran a hand back through his hair, just to make sure everything was in place, then he followed Hikaru to where their rat would meet them downstairs. He did like to look his best when he was about to deal with the arseholes. He liked to make murder look good too. Or just beating the hell out of someone. Whatever they choose to do with the rat he'd make it look classy.

[Ru Fukui]

Ru stood and smoothed his shirt. It would shock most people how casually they spoke of murder and serious maiming. They didn't think of human life as sacred at all. In fact, Hikaru only held a few people in such high regard that he would even consider mourning someone's passing. It almost seemed sad that enjoying talk of furries, which weirded his best friend out, was more important that planning someone else's demise.

Even planning out a heist was higher up than the moral consequences of killing someone. He had put so many people in the ground at this point one more life didn't matter anymore. In fact, he would quite enjoy the actual acts that would lead to the man's death. Yes, sad indeed. If she truly knew the extent if what her son did, Hikaru's mother would never stop praying for his lost soul. It was a good thing she was sparred all the bloody details of his life. She just thought he was a high profile criminal that stole shit.

The second ran his hands over his hair to make sure it was in place. In that one move, the joking best friend that Caleb knew turned into the cold-blooded enforcer. He would do anything for this crew and the man before him. Torture was not an act he couldn't stoop to low for. It would just be damn fun. Just one more antic to add to the long list of insane things he had done running with this gang.

Looking to Caleb, Hikaru seemed to get way to professional for their relationship. Boss, He said, nodding his head and heading for the door first. He was Caleb's right hand man, he did things for the boss. No one asked Caleb to do things for them. Granted, he was only an extra set of hands in this case since his friend was more than capable of handling this situation on his own. They did have to show that they were serious people not to be taken lightly. Mess with them, and the pain will be significant. Crazy as the Seraphs could be, he was willing to take orders so that this rat knew he was in massive trouble.

[Caleb Sinclair]

Caleb arched an eyebrow at his best friend, amusement in those dark brown eyes while a wry smile tugged at the corner of his lips, threatening to crack the professional veneer. He took his position seriously and could bring down the axe harder than some might know, but, even so, Caleb rarely appeared anything but laidback and casual. Even when he dealt with trouble makers and discipline, he tended to do so with a lazy smile and wit on the tip of his tongue.

That wasn't to say he couldn't be made angry or fall serious and quiet, of course, it was simply doubtful that this time would be one of those times. Not unless this rat had harmed or caused harm for one of his crew. Reputation could easily be fixed and re-establish. Lessons could easily be taught. It was harming something that wasn't so easily patched up that drew a vicious, rare temper, however.

To his knowledge, nothing had been done to provoke that temper, so for now he was the same Caleb he always was and that the crew knew to expect. Almost. There was a certain kind of light behind those dark eyes, familiar and dangerous, but not furious. It was certainly threatening, however. If only because Caleb could find violence rather fun and therapeutic.

Kids and their video games these days. In his day he used to beat the hell out of people in the streets behind his family's home for fun, not sit around a console and television screen-- not that he hated video games, mind. He played enough of them any more, after all. A guy had to have something to do on those lazy days he didn't feel like leaving the house, after all.

"I do love it when you call me that." He couldn't resist one last comment as he followed Hikaru, even if he didn't follow it up with anything else. Now was the time for serious business and not shenanigans, as fun as shenanigans were. He slipped his sunglasses on, pushing them up his nose with his middle finger. Right. Game face on. "I think I'm feeling generous, so I'll let you do the honours, Mr. Fukui."

[Ru Fukui]

Hikaru watched Caleb settle into his roll as boss. It wasn't hard since, unless they were alone, he was rarely far from being a true gang leader. He knew how to conduct business at all times. Sometimes Ru had to wonder if anyone really saw that young brat looking for fun he had met years ago. Caleb showed off how clever and witty he could be, tossing about jokes at other people's expense all the time. He knew there was more buried under all those snarky remarks.

The ice cream war proved that.

There was hardly time to think about that when Remy was waiting for them. You love when I call you anything, princess. You just love my voice, He said in a low growl, allowing a small smirk to pull at his lips. He was supposed to be an enforcer right now, dammit! He wasn't supposed to be smiling at their light banter. Oh well. A Seraph was never totally serious. He walked out to go meet Remy, keeping close to Caleb's side though there was no real reason for it. It was just that body guard mentality kicking in since they weren't sure if this guy was an enemy or not.

Hikaru could admit that he really hoped this guy was. After all the tension it would be a relief to find out that this guy really deserved the beating he was going to get. While big talk of taking over a gang was highly discouraged, it wasn't quite worth an ass kicking. That was more of a sneer and cutting comment that would shut them up. That was neither here nor there right now. There was a fish to flay and information to extract with any luck.

The second in command gave a small wave to Remy as they neared, trying to seem mildly friendly despite the less than warm expression on his face. The boss has a job for you. There's very sensitive information involved so we need to go somewhere dark. The dark he was referring to was no electronics, no listening devices, somewhere safe. Of course, he also meant a place that no one would here Remy scream.

Remy actually seemed intelligent, taking in the information and looking like he was really preparing himself for a serious mission. Awe, that was cute. The broad man actually did allow himself a smile at the thought even as he curled his hand into a fist. Poor guy didn't even see it coming. Remy hit the floor after one swing. Hikaru twisted a little to look at Caleb. I think I fractured something, He commented, referring to Remy's jaw. Oops.