The Troupe's back together!

[Wolf Heart]

"Flamin' hell! You live here?" Gemma frowned. "Jeez, some people get all the luck. Aaron let you pose as some rich dude?" She asked, turning to Correlli. "I can't believe it! Why can't I be rich? Like.. He could be an ambassador or something.. And then I'd be his daughter.. And then.." She threw her hands up in desperation. "It's, like, so not fair!" Gemma was in Correlli's car, a red Ferrari. "Even get a flamin' ferrarri." She snorted. They were heading for Correlli's house, which was located down Slavia Avenue. They'd passed the security gates a while back. "You know, if any other spy lived down here, they wouldn't be living here long? what with the Government getting their hands on our folders and stuff."
Correlli snorted. "Isn't that the reason we're comign down here? Somewhere private we can go to study some stuff from Twilight? So nobody can sneak up on us while we're trying to figure out who's leaking info?" He rolled his eyes.
Gemma coughed. "Some important stuff from Twilight?" She chuckled. "As if! You're planning some bloody heighst on the guy living nextdoor to you."
"Really? I wasn't thinking that.. But now that you mention it.. That would be an excellent thing to do! I've been getting bored nowdays, and since we've got the Troupe back together.." Correlli pondered all this mockingly as he turned into his driveway.
Gemma placed her head into her hands. "You're bloody annoying, you know that?" She looked around in wonder. "Woah, this place is cool! ... And this is only the outside!"
Correlli snorted. "You're easily amazed." He said, guesturing the garden and pool. "Ain't that exciting." He stopped the car around the back of the house. "Come on then, you want a tour? Better hurry up before the rest get here."
"The rest?" Gemma asked as she got out of the car. Folding her arms across her chest, she waited for an answer.
The fire-eater shrugged. "Yeah. The twins, Verv and that swine, Mountebank."
Gemma rolled her eyes and followed Correlli into the house. "Yeah.. Okay.. The outside's better than the inside.."
Correlli sighed. "This is only the foyer. Come on, you like drawing? I'll show you my study."

[Axel]

"Oi! Where do you think you're going?" A gruff voice yelled at him. Mountebank turned around to come face to face with a security guard.
"In." He said, ominously.
"No you ain't! You don't live here and the owner of this house isn't here to say you can enter." The burly security guard growled at him.
"Come on! Hasn't Correlli got some buzzer or something for you to ask him if I'm allowed in? I was to meet him here at five." Mountebank sighed.
"Yeah? Well it ain't five yet." The guard growled.
Fray and Nettle jumped over. "Mountebank!" Nettle squealed and ran up to the albino magician. Fray hung back.
Nettle looked up at the guard. "What do you want?" She asked.
"Identity passes." The guard growled. "None of you live here, the man that lives here has not told me he's expecting guests."
Fray jumped over to defend her sister. "Why don't you buzz Correlli and ask him about us then?" She shot back.
The guard glared at her and then pressed the buzzer on the gate. He waited for an answer.
Fray giggled. "I'll be Correlli'll let us two in but won't let you in, Mountebank."
The magician shrugged. "Knowing him, probably." He peered over at the house next to Correlli's. An ambassador lived there, you could tell by the flag hung up outside. "Looks fairly simple to break into. He mused. Then his gaze fell to the other side of Correlli's house. There was a masion surrounded by a large gate. Sharp spikes ontop of the gate, and wires weaved between the gate bars, electricity coarsing through them. There were many guards walking around the perimetre, some had guard dogs. Mountebank nudged Nettle and then nodded in the direction of the masion. "Don't suppose..." He asked.
Nettle shrugged. "Probably is."
"Yeah." Said Fray, overhearing them. "You know what Correlli's like."
Nettle nodded. "Pig headed."
"Take that back!" Fray screeched.
Nettle folded her arms and shook her head. "Make me."
"Make me make you."
"Make me make you make me."
"Ladies, if we could carry this on elsewheres?" Mountebank offered.

[Wolf Heart]

"Uh-huh.. And how much did all of these drawings cost you?" Gemma asked as she looked around the study. There were bookshelves filled with books, and where there was spare space on the walls, drawings were placed. One caught her attention. "That's my drawing?" She asked.
Correlli nodded. "You gave it to me, along with some others." He shrugged. "All of these drawings were given to me by friends, or I've drawn them." Catching the look of disbelief in Gemma's eyes, he showed her a drawing of a house.
Gemma laughed. "You drew that? Yeah, very nice drawing and all... But this is the house you're attempting to rob, isn't it?"
The fire-eater nodded. "So? It's still a good drawing." The buzzer from the gate sounded. Frowning, Correlli walked over to a speaker on the wall. "Yeah?" He growled.
"Sir. There's three people here saying they were tom meet you." The rough voice of he guard said.
"Hi Correlli!" The unmistakable voice of Fray.
There was a snort which the fire-eater presumed to be Nettle. "Well, who's the third?" He asked.
"Mountebank." Nettle replied.
Correlli grinned. "Mountebank? Never heared of him."
"Want me to escort him away?" The guard asked.
Correlli, about to say yes, was interrupted by Gemma. "Don't be mean, Correlli." She walked over to the speaker. "You know, if Correlli doesn't let you in, Mountebank, you could always wait until Verv gets here and then jump in his car. Verv's got a control for the gate."

Speeding along the High Street in his London cab, was Verv. "You know the best thing about Earth? Tarmac! I love tarmac!" He whooped and banged on the roof of the cab.
Carnegie was seated in the back seat, clawing for dear life onto the passenger's seat. "If we don't get there soon, you and I are going to have a serious falling out, Verv."
Verv frowned and said, "Me go quickety-quick, yeah?"
"No! Don't go quickety-quick. Unless you want me to strangle you."
Verv shrugged and came to a stop outside a security booth. "Identification, sir?" Asked a guard.
Verv frowned. "What?"
"Give him that bloody book!" Carnegie growled.
"Oh, Yeah! The book!" Verv pulled out a blue book from underneath his seat. "Here ya goes!" He grinned, handing the guard the book.
The burly man grunted, opening the boo kand ran it through a scanner at his hip. The machine beeped green and the man handed it back to Verv. Then he turned his attention to Carnegie. "What about you?"
Carnegie growled and pulled a black book from his pocket. It was crumpled and a few pages were town. He chucked it to the guard who put it through the machine. It beeped green and the man handed Carnegie back the book.
"Very well." The guard grunted, obviously not happy. "But if you drive like that down here, I will have your liscence taken off you and I will have this car smashed in the junkyard."
Verv nodded and as they passed through the gate, he turned his head back to Carnegie and said, "Drivers liscence?"

[Night Hawk]

"Don't have a bloody divers liscence," Carnegie muttered as he stepped out of the car. "Yeah. Should've figured that." He growled and walked over to the gate to stand next to Mountebank. The speaker was crackling away with Correlli's laughter. "I am never getting into his car again. I blame you, Correlli! When I get in there, I swear, I'm gonna-" He was cut of by a cough from behind. He turned around slowly, a scowl on his face, to be confronted by a big gorilla of a security guard. "Well? Are you going to let us in?" Carnegie asked the man.
The guard laughed. "Mister Correlli hasn't given me the go-ahead," He replied, a dark scowl on his face.
"Is that permanent?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "'Cause that horrible scowl sure does look permanent. What'd you do? Stick it on there with super glue?" Carnegie turned around and went over to the speaker. "Correlli, you let me in, or I get Verv to. And trust me, you don't want me to make Verv let me in."

[Wolf Heart]

Correlli pursed his lips together. "Verv?"
"Yah, bossman?" Came the reply.
"Why'd you bring Carnegie?"
Gemma chuckled. "I think he has issues with ya, Wolf Man."
Verv frowned, trying to remember. "Oh, Gems told me to." He nodded.
"Idiot," Gemma muttered, ducking under Correlli's fist. "You remember that... But you don't remember that I told you to keep your trap shut."
Correlli flicked the speaker off and pressed the button that was next to it, which opened the gates. He then slowly turned to face Gemma. "Carnegie? Why do you torture me, Gem?" He asked in a low voice, slowly walking towards her.
"Yeah... Killing me or whatever wouldn't be a good idea.. Dad would probably fire you.. and then he'd have to kill you 'cause you know too much." Gemma shrugged, bumping into the wall.
Rolling his eyes, the fire eater put his hands onto the wall, barring Gemma in. "Kill you? Oh, I don't mean to kill you. Killing you would be bad for my health." He grinned and drew her into a massive bear hug.
She squealed, trying to break free. "Lemme go!"
He snorted, ruffling her hair. "And.. why should I?"
"I dunnah like hugs unless I ask for them!" She snorted, giving up. She fell into his hug.
He grinned and rubber her shoulder. "I win. Now.. about your payment.."
"Payment?"
"Yeah. You invited Carnegie here, I expect to get something for that. You know Carngegie and I don't get along."
Gemma snorted. "You two get along better than you and Mountebank."
He rolled his eyes. "It'll be easy payment. Draw me a picture... Hrm...." He peered at the floor, thinking of something for her to draw. "One of those cartoon things you draw.. Maybe a dragon.. no, no. A lion."
"Fine," She muttered, duckign out of his hug and sprinting to the door. She flung it open and darted outside. "Carnegie! Save me from this bloody mad man! You owe me! It's your fault he's after me!"
Correlli grinned, darting after her. "You really think you can out run me, girl?"

[Axel]

Mountebank sighed and strided through the gates. Fray and Nettle cartwheeling in behind him. He saw Gemma barraling towards them, yelling for Carnegie, Correlli chasing after her. Mountebank chuckled. Nettle bounced infront of him and flipped over to Gemma. "You invited Carnegie? Why?! You know that Correlli and him don't get along!" She frowned and glanced at Carnegie.

[Night Hawk]

Carnegie chuckled as Gemma sprinted up to him. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and drew her into a hug. He pulled a elastic band out of his pocket with his other hand. Winking at Gemma, he wrapped it around his fingers and then shot it at Correlli. It hit the fire eater on the ear. "Haha! Oh, that's good aim." Looking around, he raised his eyeborws. "Have to hand it to you, Correlli. This place is actually nice. So, where's the pool?"