Another day, another con.

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She knelt in all fours, looking in the floor this way and that as if looking for something. The woman looked quite wealthy; her porshe car parked near the gas pump and her clothes was, as anyone would of guessed, a designer original. It was a pity to get them dirty but she frantically searched for her missing something.
A gas station employee noticed her and started to walk towards in a dream like daze, his eyes glued to her rear end. Pervert.
"What are you looking for?" He asked, still looking at her rear.
She looked up, her emerald green eyes welling up with tears and full lips twisted, as if she was going to cry any minute.
"My ring! I can't find it anywhere!" The wealthy looking woman exclaimed, suddenly standing up. She still looked around franctically, half ignoring the man in front of her.
"I thought I put it in my purse when I was going to the pump but it wasn't there! And I'm late for my flight too..." She said with distress in her voice.
The employee felt sorry for the poor woman, not only because she was in distress but because she was also very beautiful. He smiled.
"I'll go and look for it for you. I'll just send it over to you"
"Really?! You'll do that for me?!" She said with happiness and hope in her voice. Her gaze held the man, telling him to go find it for her.
"I'll even give you a reward!"
"No theres no need, just give me your number." And with that, the woman scribbled her phone number onto a piece of paper, giving it to the man. She smiled inside, laughing at that man was being decieved.
"You are so sweet, may the Lord bless you." She said with a small smile as she got into her car, driving off. Victoire looked at her rear end window to the see the man on his fours, looking for the ring. Her leaving signalled one of the pickpocket boys....

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Meanwhile, Nikolaus was busy driving the military jeep whilst under the influence with a week's rest, looking at his mobile phone more importantly for text messages as he has steered the jeep towards the gas station after the whole con on the gas station attendant looking for the ring. Just as there were pick pocket boys popping up to pull from him.

Notably the car was going slightly faster than usual to the gas station before slowing down after a notable 'thud' to the front as a couple of people were thrown across like rag dolls in the gas station. Nikolaus having finished looking at his contacts and text messages, most of them were restraining order notices he has put out against Hei to see on the status of theirs just to make extra money.

Oblivious to the fact he has just hit a couple of pickpockets and the gas station attendant as they laid there, limp. Opening the car door whilst his feet would plaster on solid ground, pulling himself off his cushiony seat whilst whistling off his car. His uniform being that of the intelligence division in Amestris, notably an officer's.

"Oh shit... shit shit shit, NOT AGAIN! MOTHERFUCK!" Nikolaus gasped, panic swelling in him as his gaze laid upon the bodies (unknown if they are dead or alive) on the floor. Holding his head before apathetically shrugging as if this was something that happens often. Figuring he can just cite the car to be faulty and the break wasn't working. Probably blame that Aerugese company Hoyota for crappy breaks... yeah, sounds about good enough scapegoat for this careless road kill.

So, treading his steps lightly as he looks around in caution for any onlookers and witnesses, Nikolaus reaches for the gas station's nuzzle as he puts it into his jeep's gas tank hole, pressing it to release some petroleum into the car.

"C'MON! FILL THE FUCKING CAR FASTER DAMN YOU!" He smacked the nuzzle a couple of times in lieu to his sudden urge for hurry. The faster he gets out, the less witnesses around, and the less likely he has suspended pay or even work without pay all together!

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The boys saw the jeep in coming and managed to drop down before it actually hit them. They gasped and froze in horror but they knew they had a job to do. The youngest boy, perhaps 12, got up and pretended to pick up a ring. The employee saw him and ran outside.
'Hey you found my ring!" He exclaimed, out streching his hand to the boy, but the little pick pocket cluched the ring to his chest, giving him a smile.
"Do I get a reward?" The boy asked.
The employee did not know what to do, but he did not want to disappoint that woman so he ushered the boy into the station and started emptying the cash register. The boy counted the money and gave the ring to the man.
"You made someone very happy." The man beamed, looking at the ring with delight.
"You too."The boy replied and started to run off with the other boys down the road and eventually out of sight. They approached a parked porshe and gave the money to the woman inside.
"Good job~" Victoire said and gave a 100 dollar bill to the boys. They scattered off.

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And alas, tragedy was averted... except for that second gas attendant isn't exactly... moving. Nikolaus shrugged, his fault for not getting out of the car's way to begin with anyways. So, he sees those kids running out with cash, and loads of it and traces his sight to see them run off somewhere he cared not to look at. He was more concerned about getting the fuel in as he goes over to the gas mini mart.

Comes back later on with a couple of beef jerky and schnapps loaded in his pocket WHILE at uniform ON DUTY. Taking a few chugs of the drink while his pockets were filled with beef jerky packets and the devil's booze. Oft has he frequented the place to which he traded stories with the hapless gas station attendant, no, not the one who died (or is just horribly wounded) but the one who was looking for a ring. No longer a worry or concern for the corpse in front of the car but more for a quick thought on his head on what to do today.

He really has nothing, so walking away from his Jeep which was at this point overflowing with fuel as it keeps pouring out from a gas lid, Nikolaus would take another drink away from the gas station as he went onto his journey, drinking and so in his search for some purpose in life, or just how to kill his partner in the most savvy cooked up plot... to which later on...

"Hoooboy, I am definitely gonna get her gratitude now that I have the ring... maybe she can give me one of those more sensual rewards." The gas station attendant (NOT THE DEAD/HORRIBLY WOUNDED ONE BUT THE ALIVE ONE) had said, moving outside by the jeep with a cigarette at mouth as a little spark of ash, one hot and fizzling had landed on the overflowing fuel. Which by an ASTRONOMICAL CHANCE equivalent to a shotgun shot from a kilometer away killing an ant, had the fuel caught on fire, leading to the car and the gas tanks, and suddenly...

BOOM

Nikolaus froze and tensed up, at this point, in the view of the Porsche. He slowly took steps to turn around.

"Please tell me that wasn't the jeep... by the ALMIGHTY please tell me... that was NOT the jeep.... NOT THE-- wait a minute, why am I getting concerned over Hei's jeep? Ah well, it isn't like he is gonna find out who took his jeep anyways." He thought, taking once more his original path without a care for the gas station.

The panicked turned now questionably calm Nikolaus shrugged as he walked along his pass, sliding some schnapp down his throat whilst walking along down the path with bored and a dull expression.

"Verily, hast this day been my best for lest... I forget that I may need some RAY of cone to simmer down someone's... TONE." He rambled unto himself, stopping by in front of the Porsche more out of interest, most other cars in Amestris were crappy and cheap, as pay was low nowadays thanks to the recent recession. Looking at the Porsche as he lays his head against the front hood of the engines, sniffing it with delight.

"Aaaaahhhh.... the smell of sweet expensive rich goodness... also there is that new car smell." He told to himself, as if he was oblivious to the fact there was a gas station that was blown up. Perking up his head to see someone was in the car. "Oh."

He straightened his back, and tilted his hat, "Top o' the time to you she-woman ma'amly ma'aming... MA'AM." He greets politely in his standards, shuffling over to be by the window of the driver's seat, "Alright alright alright, HERE is the... THING I may need YOU to do a duty for your country, big boob vixen ma'am, I need a ride and I will put in a good word that you were being a good citizen by helping out a soldier of the State out despite-the-fact-I-am-not-THAT-important-as-to-be-taken-seriously-for-my-recommendation-for-citizen's-awards."

Yep, just his excuse to try to get into the car of a total stranger, in a fancy car that is, and joy ride around, plus to avoid the expenses of having to pay the taxi driver since he is after all a miser.

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Victoire nearly took out her gun when the man suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and the distant sound of an explosion coming from the gas station.
"What did the boys or this man do?" She wondered in her head. Victoire lowered her window but not enough for him to go in. The money was stuffed down her bra when she heard the explosion and her gun was in her handbag, underneath her seat.
"My duty to my country you say? Why should I when this country has done nothing for me? Besides, whats in it for me? You don't seem that high up to do anything." Victoire bluntly said, her tone straight to the point, as if to stab him in the heart. Basically she was saying "get out of my way or get run over".
Any minute, she was prepared to floor it and speed off but, like the reckless girl she was, wanted to know what happened next....

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"She is a smart one she is, but then again, she is not a... DITZ or blonde. Blonde blondie blonde blonde bimbo blonde blondie DITZ... except I am not a ditz... since I am blonde, but I am a MAN. Henceforth obviously it does not apply to me awfully so." Thought Nikolaus in lieu to how oddly not-so-easily-fooled Victoire is.

So he blinked twice and thought, thought and thought, all thinking flashing through his head as he had a very irrelevant flashback about the time he was drinking in a club and was ranting on about muffins to the bartender which suddenly sparked an IDEA to Nikolaus.

"Oh FIIIINNEEEEE, you made your point vixen she-harlot ma'am miss woman MA'AM, I must say... well.... hrm.... okay okay, here it goes. I have a post in the security department you see, wait, no you don't, then you HEAR since this is the correct case," He states, continuing, "And if you get arrested or some shizz like that, or some investigations go your way... I can perhaps tilt those to look the other way and pin the crimes on someone else. OF COURSE that is MORE than a worth for some ride in a fancy... smoking..."

Niko was drooling at the sight of the porsche, "Hot... and EXPENSIVE looking car... okay, fuck this, FUCK equal deals, I just want a ride in that porsche. QUICKTELLMEANANSWERINTENSECONDSINTHEFORMOFYESORNO."

He urges with haste. Nostrils flaring as he further inhales the scent of the fancy car, they all have them distinctive smell which one can tell that they are new or merely never smelt before, who knows?

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This man was getting on her nerves, maybe something would make him jog away hopefully. Maybe her Brigidier General boyfriend would help..If only he wasn't in East City.
With fast, flash like motions, Victoire took out her pistol, a black and gold work of art with a blue gem on it. It was extremely powerful but Victoire was trained enough not to be pushed back by the recoil. She aimed it bewteen the man's forehead and did not hesitate to pull the trigger.
"Listen buddy,I don't comit crimes, and I don't get caught if I do. So I don't need your charity. So in case you didn't notice; this is a real gun." Victoire said with a sugar coated voice, giving a wink to the man. He did not seem all that harmful; she was the one with the gun not him.
Slowly, Victoire started to drive, her pistol still aimed at him. She will floor it when it was safe enough to.
[Exit--??]

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Everything seemed in slow motion to the hawk eyed Lieutenant as he paced a bit away from the car from the pointing of the gun. Nikolaus eyed the gun with interest. He just HAS to get the model of the gun if anything and get a copy of that. Reaching for his pocket as she drives a bit, Nikolaus would walk to the sidelines after she had drifted a bit, at a safe distance as to get behind the car and learn more from her later on when she seems less angsty and angry.

Pulling out his phone, he quickly presses on a couple of buttons to shuffle to the camera mode, and snaps a photo of the car's license plate before quickly pocketing his phone.

If anything, the wink earlier was just a dare, a challenge to Nikolaus in his mind, and probably something that'll let him do stuff besides drinking with the Commander or just on his own.

"Oh it is ON woman, it is indeed on... that wink was a challenge to my investigative skills to find out who that vixen really is! Oh yes oh yes... ah well, it'll probably give me something to do, I have too much free time on my hands anyways." The Amestrian thought with glee, his smirk growing to a toothy grin as his eyes widened.

Taking steps back away from the car as he made sure to snap the license plate, clutching unto his phone tightly within his pocket. Waving with his other hand behind the car to the woman as it would drift away to create a space between them... a bit too much though.

"Auf Wiedersehn o' tempting temptress of Sins such as Lust and waffles! We shall meet once again! And when we do, I'll probably find out who you are! There shall be no secrets! That is a pinky promise without pinkies." He gave his farewells before finally trying to figure out... just how will he get back home? Ah well, he can always take a cab, which he SHOULD have done in the first place but is naturally a sucker for smoking hot cars.

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