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This was not how Al imagined her day going. Furthermore, she'd imagined if she was to get arrested, it would be for more legitimate reasons. Not for saying 'no' to a proposition from a Marine Captain. Good lord, she hadn't known there were actually men like him in the world.
She was only slightly worried. She knew the crew would try and break her out, but with the size of the place she wasn't sure just how much plannign it would take and how successful they would be. Absently, she wondered just how long of a wait she'd have to brace herself for. Well, there was no helping it. At their level, there was only so much they could do in the open...
Her thoughts derailed at the very, very loud music suddenly permeating the walls.
What the-?
It didn't take her long to recognize the lyrics and snort, realizing the assault had begun, with probably multiple mini-speakers thrown into the base's courtyard as a distraction, drawing the Marines to one place while someone snuck inside to retieve her.
~Move, bitch, get out the way,
get out the way, bitch, get out the way~
It seemed they were going the annoying route, though, the information broker thought as she heard increasingly loud explosions from somewhere outside, it also seemed like they were causing as much chaos as they could. A sound strategy, it worked for Reborn, so why not.
That didn't make her any less worried, though she did find herself smiling as she realized the speakers were playing something along the lines of a Pop Danthology rather than just a playlist.
~Somebody once told me
the world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed~
This was sort of hilarious even for her, and she only had audio.
She briefly wondered if one of the crew had remixed this themselves out of sheer annoyance, instead of it being one of the remixes extracted out of their phones at the start of their journey. She could actually see Jonas, Leo or even her sister doing this out of pure spite.
Great motivator, spite. You could do much with that fueling you.
A moment later, the secret information broker frowned, swearing she could hear voices from somewhere close-by, but not sure what was being said. There was also some scraping and a few sounds of impact, before the wall a few paces from her cell was blasted to smithereens.
Ah. She had heard 'breach charge'. It hadn't been her imagination.
She hadn't been aware Jonas had gotten them to work yet.
“Ok, that was pretty cool.” a voice she had to do a double take upon hearing piped up, before the owner popped his head in, his grin a rather welcome sight “Hello, captive maiden.”
Al snorted “What does that make you? A dragon or a knight in no armor?”
Before the orange hatted teen could retort with anything more than a snort, he was yanked back and the youngest of the crew heard her sister scold him “Go be a smokescreen, Portgas, that's what you're here for!”
“Yeah yeah.”
The World's Greatest Information Broker, and she had earned those capital letters, laughed at the grumbling from the Logia. This wasn't quite how she'd wanted to meet him, but she'd take it.
Now, to get the hell away from that molester of a Marine Captain. No means no, damnit!
Ace would admit, if only to himself, that he cackled as he burned everything in sight.
Soon enough his fun had to end, though, as the Captain and her sister hopped over debris littering the surroundings of the hole by the cells, yelling “Go go go!” as they booked it towards the wall Ace had collapsed just for this. Ace sent one last wave of fire towards the marines before running after everyone else. He had to hold in his laughter when he heard the radio self-destruct, followed by some more screams and cursing.
Man, these guys sure knew how to create chaos. He wasn't even sure if anyone had seen anyone but him wreaking havoc, or if they had, they probably hadn't paid any attention to anyone but him. He was a known Pirate, after all, they weren't.
As the Marine Base was left further behind, the group slowed to a walk, looking like they hadn't done anything wrong. Ace was actually kind of impressed how no one looked twice at them, even with him following behind. Both he and Edwina had taken their hats off, because those would attract attention.
Then the probably chef of the group slung an arm around his shoulder and grinned “Alright, just as promised, dinner's on us, anything you want that's doable with the ingredients we currently have or can buy, you get.”
Ace perked up, before slumping, remembering that it would probably not be doable after all “Damn, if only the guy with gator meat hadn't run out.” the logia muttered.
The brunette beside him laughed “Gator, huh? Well, you're in luck, since I'm the one who bought 'im out of the stuff.”
The Whitebeard Pirate lit up again, practically bouncing at the promise of the food he hadn't had in quite some time. It was pretty difficult to get gator and the few times he would be able to get some he had to cook it himself since he couldn't ask Thatch to do it for him. Or, well, he could, but it wouldn't feel fair.
He didn't care if he got scolded for his absence, gator meat was worth it. Especially if this guy was a good cook.
Meanwhile, Marco had only just realized that they were missing their Fire Logia and was losing his cool at the person responsible. Or, partly responsible. Thatch became very re-acquainted with Marco's wrath, in all its enhanced mother-henning glory.
