Post by Amara on Jul 13, 2020 21:54:52 GMT -6
Thread PL: 180,000
Wealth was a natural part of life. While Amara - and the goons in general - didn't really have to worry about money due to the extraordinary cost of their services, managing all these skill-gotten gains was another thing altogether. Asset forfeiture laws were a bit wonky on Earth, and despite being affiliated with the Stargoons, Amara had yet to commit any crimes she could be tried for or linked to. Hence, her money was pretty secure when legally split across a multitude of insured banks on the planet. Annnnd now that Mjolnir was a work-in-progress, she'd need to extract basically all of her remaining money to pay for it... and just to take it away from Earth in general. Amara was willing to bet her legal sanctuary would end at some point or another, and having her hard-earned cash stripped by the government would be a frustrating way to lose it.
So, to ensure nothing went awry, Amara was doing it the legal way. By standing in exorbitantly long lines on a tile floor surrounded by murmuring voices and ringing phones while she waited her turn in line. And with any luck, she could close her account and march right out with no issues whatsoever. "Get on the ground!" Or not. Amara huffed, lazily turning to see the entrance of the decently sized bank being stormed by at least half-a-dozen armed goons, already busily shoving civilians to the floor and screaming orders through face masks. Before long she too had the barrel of a handgun pressed against her head, the Saiyan blinking lazily as the twitchy robber. "You got lead in your ears lady!? Get down!" He brought a leg up to deliver a swift kick aimed for Amara's stomach... but the attack harmlessly bounced off. Grunting in surprise, Amara caught the man by his collar and effortlessly wrenched the weapon from his grasp. "I'm not really in the mood to deal with your games... but I also don't want to bother stopping you lot and getting unwanted positive publicity." Her face scrunched up for a moment, deep in thought.
"Y'know what, go ahead. Continue your robbery and I won't stop you... on the condition that you and your buddies give me... I dunno, a tenth of what you pull in." The stuff in here was insured, meaning that anything stolen and kept hidden could be kept and then added atop whatever she get reimbursed. Perhaps these mooks COULD do something useful for her. "If you piss me off, however..." Amara snapped the handgun in half with a slight squeeze, bullet casings scattering across the ground. "I could do that to your neck and spine with half the pressure." Her voice was casual enough to almost be disarming, but the words carried a very clear and obvious threat. Maybe some hero would show up. Maybe it'd just be the cops. Either way, her grip loosened on the crook's neck and the man scrambled away to alert his comrades of the situation. Amara glanced around at all the tied down and gagged bystanders, leaning up against a pillar and sighing as she felt content to wait.
Wealth was a natural part of life. While Amara - and the goons in general - didn't really have to worry about money due to the extraordinary cost of their services, managing all these skill-gotten gains was another thing altogether. Asset forfeiture laws were a bit wonky on Earth, and despite being affiliated with the Stargoons, Amara had yet to commit any crimes she could be tried for or linked to. Hence, her money was pretty secure when legally split across a multitude of insured banks on the planet. Annnnd now that Mjolnir was a work-in-progress, she'd need to extract basically all of her remaining money to pay for it... and just to take it away from Earth in general. Amara was willing to bet her legal sanctuary would end at some point or another, and having her hard-earned cash stripped by the government would be a frustrating way to lose it.
So, to ensure nothing went awry, Amara was doing it the legal way. By standing in exorbitantly long lines on a tile floor surrounded by murmuring voices and ringing phones while she waited her turn in line. And with any luck, she could close her account and march right out with no issues whatsoever. "Get on the ground!" Or not. Amara huffed, lazily turning to see the entrance of the decently sized bank being stormed by at least half-a-dozen armed goons, already busily shoving civilians to the floor and screaming orders through face masks. Before long she too had the barrel of a handgun pressed against her head, the Saiyan blinking lazily as the twitchy robber. "You got lead in your ears lady!? Get down!" He brought a leg up to deliver a swift kick aimed for Amara's stomach... but the attack harmlessly bounced off. Grunting in surprise, Amara caught the man by his collar and effortlessly wrenched the weapon from his grasp. "I'm not really in the mood to deal with your games... but I also don't want to bother stopping you lot and getting unwanted positive publicity." Her face scrunched up for a moment, deep in thought.
"Y'know what, go ahead. Continue your robbery and I won't stop you... on the condition that you and your buddies give me... I dunno, a tenth of what you pull in." The stuff in here was insured, meaning that anything stolen and kept hidden could be kept and then added atop whatever she get reimbursed. Perhaps these mooks COULD do something useful for her. "If you piss me off, however..." Amara snapped the handgun in half with a slight squeeze, bullet casings scattering across the ground. "I could do that to your neck and spine with half the pressure." Her voice was casual enough to almost be disarming, but the words carried a very clear and obvious threat. Maybe some hero would show up. Maybe it'd just be the cops. Either way, her grip loosened on the crook's neck and the man scrambled away to alert his comrades of the situation. Amara glanced around at all the tied down and gagged bystanders, leaning up against a pillar and sighing as she felt content to wait.
