After A Hard Day's Work

[Charles Connor Carter]

"I don't like it." Charlie shifted in his chair; he was now sitting on the edge on it, chin resting on his right hand while his left fidgeted with the drink in his hand.
"We can't use innocent people - we can't kill them," Geez, what has happened to him? Matty's obviously been spending a lot more time with his douchebag brother. "That's too far. There's gotta be other ways we can do it."
He paused for a minute to gether his thoughts, plucking out every thought that seemed like it could work. "What about - and I don't blame you if you disagree... but, well, a suicide mission. One person, we can't risk more than that. But... if we had someone on the inside... if one of us could get close enough to one of them, known their routine if they have one, know where each one goes for feeding and shit... if we could get close, and lure them out, one at a time... That'd be a safer bet, and if we're taking 'em on one at a time, it can't go that badly, right?"
He said back again, frowning. Though it was his, he wasn't overly fond of this idea. to turn one of their own into a supernatural... after this was done, if it actually worked, they'd have to be killed. There was no other way. But what better idea would there be than to kill them one at a time? It was minimal risk to the whole team, and if it could them information, as well... It could well work. But even if they thought about it, who would be up for doing it? Because there was no way in hell Charlie would. Not even for the sake of everyone else.

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[Matthew Dingle]

Matt rolled his eyes, was anything he said ever going to be good enough? Ever going to be enough for him to prove he was meant to be a slayer? Probably not, this was Charlie he was talking to, he had more experience and had a higher ranking within the slayer community than he did. People would listen to him, he made sense... sometimes.

Matt listened to Charlie's new big idea and watched him carefully. A suicide mission? One of us becoming one of them? Matt was already half way there, it'd probably be easy enough for him to do it right now... but still he wondered. "Sure, we could do that. Why not... but who would volunteer to turn themselves into a vampire when, we the people that are trying to kill them, despise them as much as anything could despise anything else." Matt smirked for a moment and looked down at the floor before looking directly back into Charlie's eyes. "Unless that's you offering? I mean... It was your idea, I think it should be you." Matt was serious now, challenging Charlie as a Slayer, was he has brave and as amazing a hunter as most people thought he was? Heh. He's such a pussy, even he wouldn't offer himself up like that. Idiot.

"How about we capture one or two of their own, you know, just stick to the outer skirts of the forrest and wait until one of them come out to hunt, some of the younger and less experienced ones might just do that. We ambush them, knock them out for a couple of hours, hold them captive here at base for a couple of months, brainwash them, starve them, hey! Torture them if we have to/ Then send them back home. They could be our inside man... Or woman." Matt slouched back in his chair, looking cool and collected, he took a swig of his beer and set it back down in his lap.

[Charles Connor Carter]

(Don't use dark blue! That'll confuse me! xD)

Charlie saw but chose to ignore Matt's eye rolling. This was too serious to be having petty arguments, and he knew that's what this conversation would deteriorate into if they didn't get back on topic.
"Unless that's you offering? I mean... It was your idea, I think it should be you." Charlie shook his head slightly as he rested one hand and one elbow on his knee.
”No. I know that no one would want to. It's only a suggestion. The one mostly likely to work, but also the highest risk. I don't blame anyone for not going through with it. As for me, I'm sorry. You know I ain't gonna do that. And le's be fair, if we did it, and won, then when it's over...” He looked away, keeping away from eye contact with everyone else. ”Then our inside guy's gonna have to go down. That's the way it is. If we're gonna get rid of all of the sons of bitches, it has to be all of them” He really didn't want to say this next part. ”An' le's be honest here. If there any of us who can... If there's anyone who's gonna have to do that job. To get rid of the last one... It's gonna be me.”

Charlie wasn't heartless. Far from it. But he knew, of the group – not including that douchebag Dingle but he didn't count – he was the most ruthless. If one of the group did this, got turned, helped destroy all of the supernaturals and then had to be killed... It would be Charlie killing them. In return for all of their help. He couldn't see the others being able to kill a friend. Then again, people could surprise you. That was one risk, however, he wasn't willing to take. They could get someone in, then out, and then Charlie would finish the job.
He shivered slightly at the thought.

”Matty, we're gonna have to stay far out, right? It's risky; I reckon we'd have just as much chance of getting one of the most experienced ones out there; we don't know their feeding patterns. They can handle themselves – it's less dangerous for them. And we don't know how powerful they are. It's a pretty big risk for just one of us – anymore 'an that and the whole herd's gonna smell us.” Not a problem, if one of us was (un)dead, but let's not mention that idea anymore. There's no point making more argument on it unless I was gonna do it myself.

”I mean, sure, if you find one o' them on patrol and it's not too hard to bring 'em back, by all means do it. But brainwashing a vampire? Or a wolf, but we have a pretty big problem on our hands once a month, and I don't mean Nessa,” He smirked. ”Even if we did that, we got one, torture, everything... I don't think it's gonna work. They go wondering back, the supers get everything. They ain't gonna come back here, whatever we do to them, and they may even give the rest of 'em info that we could probabably do with keeping a secret. I dunno, I just don't think it'd work. We can't guarantee they'd be on our side – nevermind actually getting 'em here.”

[Matthew Dingle]

(Sorry bruhhh, I'll change it up)

Matt could have laughed, he knew Charlie would back out of it, he wasn't man enough to do this sort of thing. See, he makes out like he's dedicated to the cause, yet he can't even take one for the team. That right there, isn't a team player.

Something in Matt's brain clicked and he could have jumped right up and strutted his stuff from where he was sitting. This could be his time to shine. His chance to prove himself. He was already half way there, maybe this wouldn't make too much of a difference... Maybe it wouldn't be too bad. He listened to the rest of what Charlie had to say, something in the back of his mind telling him to wait, telling him that maybe it isn't such a good idea. "I'll do it. Maybe. I mean that's if we do, do it. You know, maybe it isn't such a bad idea. They won't expect us to turn our own, so you know... Maybe I could... Possibly. I don't know. Being killed. The last person I'd see would be you Charlie... That ain't such a pretty sight... I don't know... If no one else is willing to do it. I suppose I will."

Matt listened to Charlie turn down another one of his solutions. He could of strangled him right then and there, he was trying his best and still nothing was good enough. "What if we hold a stake out, take turns on watch, not just one of us but quite a few of us. We have more chance of surviving through the night that way. Take all the best equipment with us, the big bright lights to stun them, stakes if we have to, dart guns to put them to sleep, guns in general. The whole shabbang. We capture one of them. One of them has to be stupid enough to go that far out. We put them to sleep, maybe even temporarily blind them, we blind fold them, tie them up, take them back to a prison cell here at base. Do what we have to with them. Plus, we're going to need someone to turn me if we are actually going through with your plan. Maybe it can be turned into a weapon, it could help me. Maybe."

Matt stared at Charlie, screaming at him in his head. He couldn't knock his plan back again could he? Maybe he could, maybe he was just being stupid. He thought it was a good idea, but what did he know, he had next to no experience, his brother let him know that. Plus on the stake-out one of them could get killed trying to kidnap the thing. He didn't want that on his conscience,et alone any body elses.

[Charles Connor Carter]

Charlie shifted slightly. He was slightly uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation, just because of the risks they were considering. This would be further out than anything they'd ever done before.Killing supernaturals, they'd all done – that was easy. But bigger missions – group stuff especially, was not what they prided themselves on. Not with such a small team anyway, never mind the ever-clashing personalities.
”If no one else is willing to do it. I suppose I will.”

Charlie's head snapped round to lock eyes with Matt's. Matt... he was seriously considering this? He was volunteering? Charlie's thoughts danced around his head in some sort of frenzied tango, not giving him a chance to process anything. Matt... a vampire? Matt being killed, if he managed to help them out in such a way... Charlie had to admit, he hadn't actually thought of anyone doing it when he hatched this plan. But...
Wait a second! His eyes narrowed slightly. What is this? He can't be serious. Matty doing suicide missions? He doesn't... he doesn't do anything awesome. Or cool. He gets a few good catches every now and then, yeah. He's decent at this. But damn, I never thought he'd... is he just saying this? Is he trying to prove a point to me? Does he expect Nessa to say we can't, but he wants everyone to think he's, like, more noble or some shit than me? He leaned back once again, trying to figure this out. It was perfectly plausible, the idea of one of the slayers offering to do this job. He just hadn't thought – he hadn't imagined anyone stepping up to it.
Shame. I was just starting to warm to him.

”We'll have to be far out for them all not to smell us. And pretty darn lucky to find one jus' wondering where we are. But I guess it's our best chance at snappin' one o' them safe'ly, so I say we check the charts, see where the most frequent feed areas are round here. Where all the little newbie vamps go. I'm guessing it'd be easier to change you into one o' them, plus I reckon wolfy powers could be a little harder to contain... we dunno if you'd just go all out hulk on us. First of all, we gotta decide if we tell Sergeant Asshole 'bout this, and then figure out numbers – who goes, who stays, what weapons, how many weapons. Exact co-ordinates, how long we plan t' stay at a time – we dunno, we might not get lucky. That means provisions, sleeping shit – for the daytime, of course...” Charlie was starting to get a little more excited as the plan formed. See, Matt could be useful when he needed to be.
His mouth twitched into a frown when he remembered the matter at hand.

”Matty...” he said quietly. ”We only do this if you're certain. We don't have to decide right now...” Although it'd be ideal, ”It's... it's pretty big.”

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[Matthew Dingle]

"Sergeant Asshole" Matt's eye's widened in horror, there was only one person he could have possibly meant, the same man who was his flesh and blood and constantly reminded him that he was a tiny speck of a human being that couldn't possibly do anything right even if he had all of the luck in the world. His Brother Jonny.

"No way. If we do this, and I'm pretty certain that it's going to happen, we keep this under wraps. At least away from him. He'll want to get involved, he'll fuck everything up because he'll want to do it his way the guy doesn't even know what team work means, and he probably wouldn't let me go through with it, and if we did, he'd want to be the one to kill me in the end. I don't want that psycho asshole pointing a gun anywhere near me. Ever. If we're gonna do this, it has to be away from him. Plus his company is enough to make everyone want to smash their head through a brick wall." Matt was mortified Charlie had even suggested that they inform Jonny, he was a narcissistic, mysoginistic, psychotic control freak. No one walking on earth, good or bad, supernatural or human deserved to have him as a brother. He just wasn't worth the hassle.

Matt did a double take in his head, was Charlie serious? Was he actually taking note of his suggestion, planning it out? He couldn't be, no one listened to Matt's plans ever. They were either too stupid or too darn risky, his stomach flipped as his plan was coming together, he almost missed this glorious moment all because of his brother. "You're serious? You're actually taking note of my plan? Sweeeeet!" He almost fist punched the air, and then he realised where he was, and that looking childish probably wasn't the best idea.

He noticed the change on Charlie's face, his mouth twitching into a frown. "I'm sure. I'm really really sure. It's not often that someone like me can do something big like this for the team. I want in on this. I want it to be me. And if things turn ugly, I want you to be the one to kill me, Charlie. At the end of all this, when my job is done, I want you to be the one to kill me. Not my Brother. Can you promise me that?"

(Time to introduce sergeant Asshole?)

[Charles Connor Carter]

"Well, it's a good job we got one o' the Dingle with their heads screwed on. An' boy am I glad you said that! You know, I don' even know why this dick's in charge. Sure he can kill stuff, but he can't make tactics for shit, plus everyone hates him. Well, we jus' gotta hope he has enough distractions..." Charlie trailed off as a though came to his mind, one that he was eager to ignore. If they really needed to distract Johnny... nahh, that wasn't important right now.

Charlie sat up straighter, leaning towards Matt. He was the subject of this now, nevermind the face that it was just them two making up this plan. "Hell yeah, you know, you'd be amazed at how much notice peple take once you step being an idiot," he smirked. It was nice, Charlie decided for Matt too actually seem to be having some faith in himself.

"You know, this will be the biggest thing for us. Like, ever. We ain't never had a plan like this, ain't never made a stand. 'Specially not thanks to him. But don't you worry, Matty. I ain't gonna let him anywhere near ya. even if it meant puttin' a bullet in his head myself." Oh, if only.

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(Why not :L)