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Plutus liked putting together the shows of Infected. It reminded him of how he got here in the first place. Before he became the Jack of Spades, or a member of the gang at all, he was just a man that wanted his fill of adrenaline. This caught the attention of the Spades. He had every reason to go against the Spades since they had forced him into a fight show with an Infected at that time...but he ended up joining them instead. To this day, Plutus still wasn't sure if that was an act of bravery...or that of stupidity. Either way, it got him close to more action.
He was dressed down in black, a usual thing for him. Plutus took his hair and wrapped it up high and into a bun. Another show was being put on for the night, and he had been tasked to work alongside the Diamonds' Ace—Isabella. It was an interesting thing, working with the shorter woman, though he was a little less enthused by the dogs following about. Nevertheless, he did what needed to be done so that everything was in order for the show at the casino. He had a few guys that he had step in to help with some small tasks. Unbeknownst to anyone else though, he was also making sure information kept by the Black Crown Society stayed that way—kept. As he always did while working for the Spades.
When she came up to him with a smile, Plutus smiled in kind and gave a nod. "
Don't mention it. You'll be enjoying a show in no--the hell?" Plutus was cut off by some screams. And as Isabella took off, so did Plutus to see what the hell was going on. When they got there, they found that the Infected had gotten free and some of her workers were attacked...and to his dismay, two of his own guys. "
Fuck! I don't know what the hell's happening, but let's get the hell out of here."
Bella took off, and Plutus was fast beside her. "
We can barricade the basement door, give us some time to figure out how to terminate them before they get through," he rushed out as they ran.