closed ♔ stealing second after second just cuz i know i can

[behindcloseddoors]

WHO || Spike, Wynn, Dumage, the baddies [Closed]
WHAT || Spike and Wynn enact a daring and stupid plan to pull Dumage out of danger
WHERE || NYC
WHEN || 2016, directly after this
HOW || Actionspam

[ As promised, Wynn meets Spike at the airport, to take him on a private plane back to New York where he just came from. He isn't particularly chatty on the way, although when they've landed, he turns back to regard him. ]

I'll ask one more time if you're certain of this, Sir Spike.  It is your decision, but I will trust your word.

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[behindcloseddoors]

[ the hotel is not an impossible find at all, and is milling with the usual business of a new york hotel. the building itself is a skyscraper that sticks out in an area that isn't dominated by other extremely vertical buildings, and a doorman monitors progress in and out of the building, but doesn't give spike more than a cursory look as he enters. ]

[bigbad]

[Spike searches for a directory or an info desk or something, though he's not entirely sure what he's looking for. Maybe Evil Wankers, Incorporated. He's pretty sure he'll know when he sees it. Or their security cameras will pick him up. It's not like he's trying to be subtle.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ there's a regular front desk here, and also a sign on the wall, that has room numbers listed by floor, including two penthouse suites on the highest. ]

[bigbad]

Well, that's bloody predictable. [Penthouses on the top floors. Gotta be able to look down on everyone. He takes a moment to roll his eyes, then heads for the elevators.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ the elevator is empty when it opens, and he's treated to a sweet dulcet jazz as it heads upwards towards the staggering heights of the penthouses. which does he choose - the higher or the lower of the two? ]

[bigbad]

[Like ultimate evil would settle for the penultimate floor. Let's go all the way up.]

[behindcloseddoors]

[ to the top!

the elevator dings open into a long hallway with a lush blue rug. there is a little end table with a frilled lamp on it in front of a window, and then one door, with a keycard lock on it. ]

[bigbad]

Security's bloody lax around here.

[But if no one's gonna stop him, he's gonna try and kick the door open (str 25). He could go find someone and try to steal a key card but why bother? Eventually someone's gotta show up and be annoyed at him.]

[extremist]

[ the door actually slams inward, much to the shock of draken crombe, who is sitting within, a tablet on his knee. he looks up, eyes widening at the intrusion, and is on his feet in mere moments, throwing a glance at the other doors, betraying the presence of at least someone else there. ] What in God's name...

[bigbad]

[If this plan goes entirely down the crapper and ends up killing them all, it'll be worth it for the look on Crombe's face right now.]

Spike's name, actually, though I can understand the confusion. Sorry for dropping in like this. I'd've booked an appointment, but it might've given the impression I have any respect for your time at all, and we couldn't have that, could we?

[mindmaster]

[ crombe is on his feet in moments, slamming the end of his cane against the floor, causing the top to retract and reveal a blade. a side door opens and the tall frame of the mind master stands there in the archway, her gaze sliding to spike, and looking him over with that bizarre smirk of hers. ] I didn't realize it was already time for dinner.

[bigbad]

You have a bloody sword cane? [Spike can't stop himself from sounding almost gleeful. Evil or not, that's cool. Then he shakes his head, raising his hands.]

Much fun as I'm sure this dance would be [until he was squished into a paste] I'm not actually here to fight.

[extremist]

[ draken raises his free hand, which is gloved even here in the privacy of his hotel room, as though to stay the mind master from coming closer ]

You expect us to believe that? You take us for fools, I imagine.

[bigbad]

What, do you take me to be foolish enough to charge in here and take on all you wankers at once alone?

[A beat. He definitely gives off the impression he'd do that, doesn't he.]

Don't answer that. I'll make this simple: I'm offering a trade. Set Dumage free, take me instead.

[narcosynthesis]

[ oh hey another door opens. guess who. ] It looks as though someone overestimates his value greatly. [ he folds his arms and leans against the doorframe with a shoulder ]

[bigbad]

[Well, now it's a party. He turns towards Keijen, giving his most impudent smirk. If there's one thing Spike's good at, it's looking eminently punchable.] Just going off Nadia's estimations, mate. She seemed to value me well enough. More than you anyhow.

[mindmaster]

And what's to stop us from simply killing you, and keeping her?

[bigbad]

[That is a very good question.] You could try. But I reckon I could take at least one of you out before you managed it. And besides, I'm more useful alive.

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[mindmaster]

Try me.

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[postergirl]

[ annnd from behind keijen, dumage abruptly appears, putting one hand on his shoulder as she stares past him to where spike stands. her eyes widen almost imperceptibly before she recovers ] And just what do you think they're going to do to me back at the castle? You're not the only one more useful alive.

[extremist]

Exactly what use do you believe you could be to us?

[bigbad]

[This is, for the record, the worst plan in the history of bad plans. And Spike's had a lot of bad plans, so that's saying something.

He glances up at Dumage, the slimmest smile flickering over his face. He's not exactly surprised she's alive. She has definitely gotten herself in tight enough with the bad guys that he doubts they'd kill her just like that. It's still nice to see.]

I know you've been keeping poorer company lately, love, but remember, our people don't kill without a bit more provocation than some light betrayal.

[He glances back at Crombe.]

You're the evil geniuses here. Shouldn't you be able to figure that out?

[postergirl]

In case you hadn't noticed, we already have a hostage. [ do u just not count rafael as a person, spike

still, she pushes forward, glaring at him where they can't directly see her expression ] Unless you've finally grown tired of being Wynn's hired muscle.

[bigbad]

Linguini boy? He doesn't precisely count as a good guy, does he? I mean, Buffy likes him, but she's a tidge biased.

[He steps forward as well, meeting her eyes and raising a brow.]

What, you think they'll make me a better offer here?

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[postergirl]

[ she takes one last step, all but closing the space between them, so that her eyes can bore into his, her words deliberate as she pleas silently with him to get it ] You've no idea. [ she reaches up to grip one of his lapels, dragging her thumb across it and glancing over her shoulder ] I can bring him around. Just give me a chance.