From: Insanellama <insanellama316@geocities.com> Subject: [PW!] Chaoticllama's act pays off. Date: Thursday, June 10, 1999 6:31 AM Chaoticllama woke up that morning with a slight hang over from the small bit of liquor he had actually consumed by faking being drunk. His hair was greasy, and mattet by dried liquor. He would have been worried about it turning his hair whiter, but it was already died about as white as it could be. He got out a bottle of vodka, sloshed some on the clothes he had slept in, the same ones he had gone out in the night before. Then he gargled some, and swallowed. He stumbled out the door, and down the hall. Just then he spotted thier target, Dwight Prescott, it was too good. Chaoticllama as he stumbled past, tripped over his own to feet, on purpose. On the way down, he saw the wallet in the man's back pocket, he deftly snagged, and pocketed it. He reached up, and grabbed onto the man's sleeve for support to help him get up. Dwight Prescott continued down the hall towards the pool deck. Chaoticllama continued towards the glow spider. He stumbled through the door, in the usual manner. "Barrtenda, ge' me a sssscotch." The bartender was beginning to become annoyed by the stumbling drunk at 7 in the morning passenger. "You've had enough," he said, "but I'll give ya one drink if you'll leave right after it." Chaoticllama drunkenly smiled, "Ssssurrre thin barrrrtenda." The bartender slid a scotch down the bar to him. Chaoticllama bolted it in one drink, and stumbled out the door. When he was back in his room for a moment, he took out the wallet. "Room 304, good not far from us." Said chaoticllama setting down. Claire was still in the room. "I thought you were going to the Glow Spider for a while." she said. Chaoticllama grinned a lopsided grin, "I got thrown out, guess my act was too good," he chuckled, "But I did get Dwight Prescott's wallet, his room number, and copied his room key just now. I'm gonna change into first id for a bit, and return this wallet to his room. Chaoticllama took a quick shower, and came out squeaky clean, no more dried blood. He put on the prepie uniform of his first identity, and walked down the hall. He opened the door with the key, and set the wallet on the desk. He also took time to find out the combination on the safe. The pokepedia was in there, but stealing it now would alert our victim. Dwight Prescott would have to call security to get him in, since he locked himself out. Chaoticllama walked down towards the pool, had his previous disquise not been so elaborate, he would have worried about blowing his cover, besides he really needed to take a swim. Chaoticllama took a double-take when he was about to step into the main room of the pool deck. Tauras was reclining in a deck chair talking to a pretty good looking woman. Chaoticllama rethought his position, decided this was a serious risk of turning the light switch on on thier covert operation. He walked back to his room, giving claire the combination on the safe. "I didn't steal the chip, but now, we can do it in a few seconds after he goes down. The window isn't even locked, and it isn't a port hole style window ethier. Almost anyone could fit through it. It's room 304, and heres a copy of the key for ya. Let's take care of him tonight." Chaoticllama got back into drunken uniform. He stumbled to psycho's room. Gave the secret nock(ramming one's head into the door very hard six times) and Psycho let him in. Chaoticllama sobered up once again, the second the door was closed. Chaoticllama told Psycho they were doing the job tonight. "Get together a slightly less flashy disguise, something unassuming, and come to our room." That said, Chaoticllama went back into drunk mode, and stumbled down the hall. He maked sure to fall at the feet of the guard he had previously tripped. "Helllooo therrrrrrrrrr sssssssssirrrrr," he said using the man to support his pull upward. He stumbled on, fumbled with the key, missed the slot several times, and opened the door to his room. Stumbled in, and shut the door. Then sat down, "Psycho's on his way over, in something less flashy, I hope." Psycho arrived, and was let in. Unfortunately, Psycho's definition of less flashy only meant removing anything that shined, and flattening the finish on the leather vest. Chaoticllama lunged at him on sight. "You CALL THAT LESS FLASHY!?" His lunge was brought up short, by Psycho's raised pistol. Chaoticllama acted like he was getting up, and shuffeling back, then like he had tripped. As he fell toward the ground, he brought a foot slamming into the pistol, and knocking it out of Psycho's grip. Chaoticllama rolled up, and in a move that looked like he had mearly brushed the couch, he pocketed his Colt .45. He lunched forward tackeling Psycho. Psycho started to bring out another pistol, but Chaoticllama was quicker on the draw, and had one to psycho's temple, before psycho even cleared leather. "That'll be quite enough of you trying to test yourself on me!" growled Chaoticllama, "It's a nice work out, but it grows annoying to me at this point in time. Pull a gun on me one more time while we are on this ship, and I WON'T hesitate to use deadly force, in whatever form it chooses to manifest itself. I will have no compunctions about taking you out, should you pull a weapon on me." Chaoticllama gave a final shove against Psycho's chest, and rolled backward, standing up in a fluid motion finishing the roll, and bringing the pistol up again on Psycho's head. "Remember," chaoticllama said cooly. Then he put the pistol back on the sofa and sat down beside it. They settled in to wait for nightfall. TBC