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Post by Blood Fear on Sept 13, 2006 14:25:04 GMT -5
Up for a road trip? What is this a fraggin' boys club? "My bike is outside, so sure. On the way to Seattle I can hit a Ammo Depot and get some Mage Killers®."" Now their going to ask me what a Mage Killer® is. Probably not one here who has ever been in a gun battle. Poor children, they will be when we try crossing borders and someone has a hair up their hoop.
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Post by Falindraun on Sept 13, 2006 21:35:28 GMT -5
"You haven't really killed somebody till you do it with your bare hands. Its really different...feeling the life drain out of a once living person that has not done a thing to you. Its really a life changing experience." You can tell that this brings up old memories that were hard to forget, and even though his eyes are metal you can still see the pain in them.
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Post by redjack on Sept 13, 2006 23:02:42 GMT -5
Nix looks at Blood Fear for a moment while he ponders the "Mage Killers" and then Sam's statement. In the end, he chooses to reply to neither, simply nodding to them both....
He thinks to himself, "Not sure how I got myself into a job that involves wet work, but I am sure that I'm not to happy about it."
After a bit of soup, he asks over the coms, "Anyone find anything else on the 'net?"
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Post by Blood Fear on Sept 15, 2006 17:55:48 GMT -5
"While you lot are looking up things check on the addresses that we were given, so that we know what to expect and how to approach them."
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Post by Howser (AKA Draven) on Sept 17, 2006 9:09:38 GMT -5
After the food is brought I devour the steaks like they were a fraction of the size, offering a reverberating burp making everyone's ears ring - if you have ears. That'll hold me over for a while, I think as I take chug of the bear. I think to myself: Well, I'm glad didn't bring all my toys with me in coming over here. I made it through the borders just fine with my sinner id and military background. I got most my weapons right here, and they aint made of metal or plastic.
You need a therapist. he heh, I might have a sim with some flowers and squirrels doing the nasty you might could use to ease that tension my bloody handed human. No worries, blood washes off just as easy as it splashes on. looking at Sam remembering some of the fellows I worked with while in the special forces. What was his name, called him Tex. Thats right. He took so much pleasure out of killing. No matter what we said. I remember that incident in the Salish forest when we destroyed a village that was fronting as an ant hive. I told him to leave the children. Why did I help?
Stopping the memory from surfacing I finish off the beer and water, Well whatta you fine folks say to hitting the road? I aint the best candidate for searching on the web, I'll just drive. Pixie sniffer - oh Nix wasn't it, could keep an eye out. We can do some more searching on the way - I got a satlink if we need it. Shouldn't need to much finesse to get past the border patrol. I got here alright... Are everybody's ... items in line where we could leave tonight? I say as I grab a few rolls and butter them.
Over comm: We gotta weapons cache in Seattle that we can get supplies from so you can leave a lot of your goodies here I'd say. I didn't bring much more than some hand guns and such with me. I choose to travel lite. In the little searching I've done, I've gotten some bits of info - why don't you guys try some searching. Got a few search programs - just don't know how to use em to well.
Devouring the rolls I gesture towards the door.
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Post by redjack on Sept 17, 2006 20:57:00 GMT -5
Luckily I finish my soup before the Troll's burp ruins the last semblance of culturing during the meal.... Thinking, "Ah well. I am no longer in the Tir and need to acclimate to the outside world."
"Pixie sniffer..?" I think, looking to the troll as he rises heading for the door. I then speak to the group as I rise as well, "What he lacks in couth, he makes up for with a penchant for the obvious." Looking to the troll as I follow, "A short detour for one bag and I am good to go."
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Post by Falindraun on Sept 17, 2006 22:27:06 GMT -5
"Well i got everything i need except one thing which i should be able to pick up in Seattle, but other than that im ready to go. Im not good behind the wheel but i can keep a lookout on the way there." Sam waits to get up untill more of the group has gotten up from the table.
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Post by Xeno Khan on Sept 18, 2006 22:05:41 GMT -5
When the group starts to get up to leave the waitress brings the bill to Blood Fear who pays in cash. The currency is PCS issuance. The waitress looks at the denominations and a look of supprise flits across her face. "Do you want any change?" Blood Fear replies with a negative shake of his head then heads to the exit.
Outside Blood Fear starts to prep a crimson Suzuki Mirage. Across the back of the duster he puts on is the old USA Marine Corp patch and logo; Semper Fi.
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Post by Blood Fear on Sept 18, 2006 22:10:08 GMT -5
"I have a way through the border. It will only get me through, so I'll meet the rest of you... where? I plan on cashing this check before I leave town so I have some spending money for the trip. When we meet up again I'll have a secured commlink."
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Post by redjack on Sept 19, 2006 13:44:01 GMT -5
While following Howser to his vehicle on coms, "I'm getting an encryption program as well. Everybody else have one?"
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Post by Falindraun on Sept 20, 2006 9:53:23 GMT -5
"I could use one too." After a brief pause and some strange looks from the group. "What? I always worked alone and never used my comms. So i didnt feel the need to encrypt my comms till now."
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Post by Satchel - JD on Sept 21, 2006 14:31:51 GMT -5
When the group gets outside and starts talking about how to get through borders and such Hack'ed's vison seems to glaze over as he focuses on his AR display. Its apparent he's on some kind of call which seems to be taking alot of concentration. After about a minute he starts speaking on the groups open comm, "Hey Chummers, something I've gotta take care of just came up. Problem is I don't know how long it will take and well it could attract unwanted attention. So I'm going to take care of it on my own. I'll contact the Johnson and see what his call is, maybe I can catch up with you down the road. Good luck."
As soon as he finishes talking he drops the connection and turns and walks to the street hailing a cab.
As hes getting in the cab he turns and smiles at the group and gives a quick wave and then is gone as the cab pulls away before he even has to door closed.
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