Owner	Pose
Cheetah	Yes the infamous villain bar, it caters to all type. Street punks to just super villain putting together a crew for evil deeds. It maintains a list of potential people who can be picked up for crime in general. Right now located in one of the out of the way booths wearing a white tank top and a pair of designer jeans with her feet left bare she looks over some possible files for people who might be needed. One her table is a flute of wine that every once and awhile she picks up and takes a sip from. She has the bottle on the table right now preferring to drink alone As she looks over the files she stops and sets one aside and then heaves a sigh.
Cain Marko	And then the door opens. Ducking through is a towering nearly ten foot tall figure in crimson armor. It's a villain bar, so he's wearing his working clothes. The small mountain of muscle scans the bar, checking the various faces present. Most of them, costumed or not, aren't really high enough in the food chain for him to bother remembering them other than maybe a name. Then he spots somebody familiar. Sort of. They only met the one time, and only briefly. It was fairly memorable though. The Unstoppable Juggernaut smiles slightly, and ambles his way over to where Cheetah is seated. No doubt she'll hear him coming if she didn't already see him enter. He comes to a stop by her table. "Hey there kitty cat. Where's the fuzzy entourage tonight?"
Cheetah	The cat woman opens her next file and begins to scan it calmly, she is intent on reading until this shadow pass over her and she look up and then the red headed were cheetah stares up at the Crimson Juggernaut. The cat body language says it all as her ears flatten in the typical way a cat down when it sees someone it either feels threatened by or is angry at. "I thought this place wasn't for 'heroes'." Saying the word rather louder than normal so that the clients at the bar kind of turn to face Juggernaut, that way everyone is on guard and thumbing whatever weapons and super powers or gadgets they can.
Cain Marko	That draws a smirk from the big man. "Heroes huh. Look... I might be helping out here and there. Stopping unneeded murder and whatnot. But I still work for whoever pays me." Except Hydra. Fuck those guys. He glances around. "If anybody doubts me, I'm fully willing to crack as many skulls as I need to." Then he looks back at her. "I promise, I'll go gentle on you." He doesn't seem worried about the idea of taking on anybody, or everybody, in the bar. "I just wanted to chat though. You don't gotta get your tail in a kink."
Cheetah	The ears of the cat perk for a moment and her tail goes from the bush to its normal relaxed swishing motion. "Whoever pays you the most?" And yeah fuck Hydra. No one likes Nazis, least no sane person does. She motions to the seat across from her as she takes a couple of more notes of the file she is looking over and then tosses it on the table. She has picked three files from the little pile and starts to go over some of the rest files and then looks at them before she sits them to the side. "And just how much do you charge for your service?" She puts her hands together in the classic interview fashion. "And whoever you were Sabertooth didn't want to deal with you." She then makes a groan as she remembers Sabertooth.
Cain Marko	Juggernaut gives her a nod. "Yup. I'm a merc. Didn't know that about me?" He doesn't sit at the table because, well. He probably wouldn't fit. Her follow up makes his brows raise in genuine surprise. "Huh. You really don't know who I am?" That's surprising! He knows he's never run into her before, but at least his name usually spreads around. "That's cause Creed knows I'd break him over my knee and toss him in the trash if he tried anything, the fuzzy psychopath. As for the price...." He shrugs a huge shoulder. "That's negotiable. I gotta wonder what a pretty little kitty like you would need my services for though." The line given half business, half kinda flirty.
Cheetah	The pretty kitty just kind of stares at Big Red and tries to decide just how much she wants to tell. "Have you ever heard of Wonder Woman?" She picks up the bottle of wine she has and pours it into her flute before she picks it up and drains it. "I'm working on a little revenge plot. Once that might weaken her or at least put her out of my misery." She give you a rather serious look. "You seemed hesitant to do harm to police officers or that hero so I doubt you would be interested. "
Cain Marko	The redheaded mutate nods his head. "Yeah, I've heard of Wonder Woman." He leans forward on the table, big hands spread on the surface. "I wasn't working the other night. There was no reason for you to kill those cops, and I didn't want to see Creed gut a kid for fun. But you pay me to go after Wonder Woman, fine. That's just business. It would be damn pricey to actually kill her myself, mind. There'd be a lot of big names bothering me if I did. If this is revenge I expect you'd rather do it yourself anyway."
Cheetah	Fair enough, plus she was not rather happy when Sabertooth left her to fight T'Challa all by herself. "Yes I would, but heroes usually run in groups. So I do need people who can deal with the entourage." She picks up a red file and opens it before looking it over. She pours herself another glass of crimson wine and asks. "Beside why should you be afraid of bad PR?" She close the red file and slides it aside before picking up another and opening it and thumbing through it.
Cain Marko	Cain snorts at that. "Like you said, they run in groups. I kill Wonder Woman, and all the rest of 'em would be hounding me. Superman, Batman, Fishman... all them. Are they the entourage? Not a no, just want to know what I should be charging you." His eyes shift, following her toying with the files. "Though, if nothing else, this could be fun. I haven't had a really good fight in a while. Not since... what's his name. The lightning guy in red." He reaches across the table, and casually gives her ears a light touch. Boundaries? What're those? Apparently he doesn't know who she is either. Or, isn't intimidated by her.
Cheetah	I mean Superman and Batman are concerns, more so than Aqua Man. "Generally Batman and Superman are problems that I don't want coming up in the duel of the fates.." She closes another red file and then puts her elbows on the table and rests her chin in her hand. "If I'm going to be perfectly honest yes it is Wonder Woman I am after but also a bigger prize." She picks up a small note book, as in computer, and then open it and turns it to a grid location, Themyscira. "I want to raid the island, I want to seal a certain treasure as well as whatever else I can go from the island treasury and steal whatever is not nailed down or can't be pried up with a crowbar. That is what i am after and that is why I am raiding Arkham...
Cain Marko	Cain nods. With no noticeable reaction to the ear touching, his fingers slide down them and begin to slowly massage the bases, like you would an actual cat. He might be trying to get a rise out of her. Or maybe he likes cats. Who knows? "Hunnh. That's the place where all the warrior ladies that don't come from wherever Thor lives are, right? Interesting. Never been there." Well, obviously not. He's a guy. And a criminal. Not that he wouldn't work for a hero if they paid him. But none seem willing to. "Hmm. I wonder if there's anything there I'd like to grab myself. I bet they got some nice magic stuff."
Cheetah	Now it is getting annoying, she flatten her ears and then her hand comes up as quick as a flash and grabs said hand and attempts to use the strength that is around equal to Wonder Woman tries to push the hand off. "Hands off." She hisses before continuing. "I'm only interested in one relic. God Killer.."
Cain Marko	A smile spreads over Cain's lips, and he doesn't stop her from pushing said hand away. Yeah, he was trying to get a rise out of her. "God Killer. Sounds impressive." He rests the hand in front of him again. "You hiring me for the island job and the thing at Arkham? Or just the first?" He eventually straightens again, resuming looming over... the room.
Cheetah	Yeah you managed to get a rise out of her, she puts her hands back on the table and those cat like ears flatten a little bit, clearly not amused by being treated like a giant cat. Even if she is one. "There are multiple jobs that lead up to this. To be honest you are a little big for the Arkham job and I don't think you know the grasp of subtly." Being rather brutally honest about that. "But yes I might need you for other jobs. And yes the job of raiding the island is what I would want you for the most.
Cain Marko	Cain chuckles quietly to himself, then sobers up. "Yeah, I don't missing the whack-job release. Bunch of freaks over in Gotham. So. One big job, a few smaller ones before it. Yeah. We'll need to work out the numbers sometime, somewhere there's not a bunch of rubberneckers listening in on our business." He glances around the room at all the other criminals present. Then he produces a card from... somewhere in his armor. Who knows. He sets it on the table in front of her.
Cheetah	Cheetah can give Cain a reason to not suspect that she is up to no good. She taps something on note book and it brings up the file of Temple Fugue and it brings up the file of the 'Clock King'. The master of time and mastermind who can play schemes and jobs down to the nanosecond. "This is who we are breaking out. He is going to help us plan this down. As well as a few black gate members to bolster the forces..."
Cain Marko	Cain tilts his head to consider the file she brought up. "Hmmm. Looks like a twerp." But planning is good. He straightens. "Do the got folks in Blackgate that'll be able to handle Amazons?" He figured normal thugs would just get chewed up by them in a few seconds.
Cheetah	Cheetah nods her head. "They are professional soldiers. Something we are going to need." She then puts her laptop up and begins to gather up the files as she looks at the card you give her. "How much do you usually charge?
Cain Marko	Cain nods. "Alright then. And like I said. We'll discuss it somewhere more private." He turns. "Well, I'm gonna head out then. Call me when you want to hash stuff out." He pauses, then grins at her. "Or if you just want company for another drink." He winks, then heads for the door out of the place.