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BIC:.......

Jimmy turned to the man called Sergei " Look man..you have a gun..and it's not like there isn't safety in numbers"

" Who's safety?" Sergei replied lifting his eyebrow " Yours or mine?"

" Ours!" Jimmy said throwing up his hands in disgust " In case you didn't notice there is a gak load of infected crazies running around this island...more of us equal a better chance if where swarmed."

" What your really saying is it increases your own odds of survival if there are others around to take the heat off of you." Sergei said with a disgusted smile.

" That's a two way street" Jimmy shot back " and of course...you still have the gun...sort of makes the odds a bit better for you."

Ranger had walked away from the debate between Jimmy and Sergei and returned carrying a large sledge hammer and an ax,he handed the ax to Sergei " This might come in useful." Ranger said with a grin.

Artemis finally spoke " I'm leaving...standing around on this roof isn't part of my agenda...if the three of you wish to ...so be it....but make your decision."

Jimmy turned to face Sergei and Ranger " What's it going to be guys?" he asked.

"It's a no go. I don't trust you, and frankly, I don't like you. I don't know if I can trust you when the bullets start to fly. I don't know when you'll run or when you'll fight, I don't know what kind of person you were, apart from desperate, and I don't want to find out."

Jimmy shrugged as if it were no big deal, and shuffled his feet dejectedly.

"Look. If it were up to me, I'd say yes, but... but Sergei saved my life, twice, if I think about it correctly, and I owe him." Ranger said, his brow furrowed with concern.

BIC:...

Jimmy nodes at Ranger " I understand where your coming from...and I guess I can't blame your buddy for being cautious." Jimmy sighed " I'd wish you guys luck...but given the situation..." Jimmy shrugged.

Ranger nodded his understanding.

Jimmy looked at the big man and offered a small smile " Take care of yourself Big Guy..." He looked over at Sergei " You to a**hole"

With that Jimmy turned and followed Artemis down the stairs,a moment later the two were running across the field into the distance.

It appears that Jimmy likes his daily walk.

No...Jimmy hates his daily walks....but he hates being thrown off a roof by a giant and a guy with a gun even more.....so for now ...he'll stick with Artemis...at least she saved him before.

I'm planning (if all goes well and not interupted) to go to the city, find Rachel, and maybe find my long lost brother.

So alls good

BIC:...

" So.." Jimmy said as he and Artemis ran through the field " Where exactly are we headed?"

" The City" Artemis said dismissively.

" The City?" Jimmy asked " ...Is that a good idea?...wouldn't the city be filled with infected?"

" Most likely" Artemis replied " But not everywhere...and I know some safe zones."

" Safe zones?" Jimmy said puzzled " What safe zones?"

" Areas that are safe...hence my use of the term safe zones" Artemis snapped " Now shut up...your talking to much again."

" Feth you kid." Jimmy snapped back " My ass is on the line here...I'm not one of Foxes people like you..I'm just another schmuck trying to survive ."

" Don't call me that." Artemis said.

" Call you what?" Jimmy asked frustrated.

" Foxes People." Artemis shot back " I'm not...not ...really."

" OOOookk.." Jimmy said cynically "Then what are you?"

" Stop talking Jimmy.." Artemis said " Just follow me to the city."

" Fine..." Jimmy said,wondering to himself if he should have just risked staying on the roof with the giant and the a**hole with the gun.

Jack turned from the dead body and walked to the Dead Wolf that had stolen the boys parachute. The others, it seemed, did search the body as they were too busy taking their anger out on the pilot, who's face was now bloody from the constant hitting.

Searching the body, Jack found a Survival Knife which seemed about 6" long. Searching the body more, jack found nothing of any real interest and decided to leave the body. Returning his attention to the group that was beating the pilot to a pulp.

"MotherF*cker!" Yelled one of the men as he landed a right hook into the mands face, causeing him to spit up more blood. "Your all going to die." the pilot said, coughing as he did. "There is no way your going to win this contest, your going to be eaten by the infected and there's nothing that you can do to stop it."

"Oh but your going to see what its like to be eaten before us." Said one of the men holding him. After quickly removing anything that could be useful to the group, he began to tie him up with the ropes from the parachute.

"Right then, where are we off to?" he turned to the group, when everyone looked at each other with looks of confusement on their faces.

From out of the silence, aside from the pilots muffled screams, a loud shrieking rose from a distance on the beach.

"I would suggest that we head the opposite direction of whatever that is."

BIC:..

Running at top speed,Jimmy and Artemis soon reached the outskirts of a ruined city.
Artemis quickly motioned for Jimmy to take cover with her behind and overturned semi-truck.. "Look." she whispered,pointing into the distance.
Jimmy followed her gaze in time to see two other contestants in The Game,two young women, being chased by several infected...the women pounded for the perceived safety of what had once been a large shopping center...and for a moment Jimmy thought they would make it..until one of the women tripped and went splaying across the tarmac.
In seconds the infected were upon her,their filth claw like hands ripping into her flesh,the woman screamed to both god and her companion for help...neither answered her pleas as the howling infected ripped her throat out.
The second woman ..a younger girl..turned and bolted for the shopping center..two infected in pursuit..loosing sight of them..Jimmy was unsure of the outcome of that particular race...but assumed the young girl had lost as he heard a high warbled howl in the distance.

" I guess they got her." Jimmy said to Artemis
"Shhh" Artemis replied waving for Jimmy to follow
A moment later,Artemis was quickly opening am iron door set into the back of a small structure,the door swung open to reveal a metal access stairwell descending bellow.

" Come on" Artemis said " We'll be safe down here."
Jimmy peered into the gloom below " If you say so." he sighed following the girl down the stairs.

The Decent Part l
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BIC:....

Jimmy found himself in a long,dimly lit,underground pathway...Artemis a barely visible silhouette in front of him.
" What is this place..where are we." Jimmy whispered.
" One of my safe zones." Artemis replied " It's part of the old subway line...but it's blocked off from the main lines by another Iron door at the other end...nothing can get down here...except us."
" That's encouraging" Jimmy muttered.
" We can rest down here for a bit" the girl said " get you properly equipped as well...plus...I want to show you something."

Jimmy raised his eyebrows "What do you want to...show me?" he asked.

" Just something I think you'll find entertaining." Artemis said.

"Ook" Jimmy said.

He flinched as he heard the sound of rusted metal squeaking and braced for anything.

Light spilled into the corridor as Artemis flipped the switch in a side room,the sounds he'd heard were of her opening another large door.

Artemis led Jimmy into a large room,stacks of canned foods and various other supplies laid about,a large table holding several monitors and computers sat in the center of the room.

Artemis closed and bolted the door behind her and walked to the computer table, she turned to Jimmy.." This is part of what I wanted to show you." she said turning on the monitors.

-walks into the Roleplaying Room-

"Heads up people, I--hey, is it me, or did it just get darker in here? Bloody cheap lights.."

Reeeeeeeelax you guys, I'm not joining yet, only about half-way through page 4 as far as reading goes . I must say I am loving it! Especially ghosty's stuff.

Nonetheless, feast your eyes upon my character..


Player name: Darko
character name: Jacob Shad
Age: 37
Nationality: American
skills: Very skilled marksman, knife/blade fighting techniques. Other than that, he can do pretty much anything... except fix your toaster. The last one he tried to fix ended up on the receiving end of a RPG.
Background: There isn’t much known about him; his origins, his motives – mysteries. And mysterious he is – quiet for a man of his size, but his eyes do nothing to belie his malign intelligence. All you need to concern yourself with is that he’s got no one left to miss him, nothing to leave behind, nothing to lose and everything to gain – so Lord help you if you get between him and The Prize.



He looks like this handsome chap. But bigger.

Hoping y'all accept me.

*glares at post*

So a pretty boy, hmpf.

You're welcome Dark
But if you start rp-ing. Please start on the island, and just let your character remember
what happened. Because there are 100 players and i can't think of a reason to throw you in later
on top of the previous hundred. I hope you will survive!

*thinks of a plan to make him less pretty*

*Ahem*

*Sidles up next to sillyboy, brandishing a bowie knife*

Shall we make a game out of it?

ghosty wrote:*Ahem*

*Sidles up next to sillyboy, brandishing a bowie knife*

Shall we make a game out of it?

Why play a game if we can just do it for the lulz.

sillyboy wrote:*glares at post*

So a pretty boy, hmpf.

You're welcome Dark
But if you start rp-ing. Please start on the island, and just let your character remember
what happened. Because there are 100 players and i can't think of a reason to throw you in later
on top of the previous hundred. I hope you will survive!

*thinks of a plan to make him less pretty*

Oh don't you worry. I've got plans for my character. It is going to be.. interesting. -evil laugh-

The Decent Part ll
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BIC:....

Jimmy walked over to Artemis and seated himself at the table watching the monitors.
On the various screens Jimmy witnessed multiple scenes
On the first screen Jimmy saw three men fighting a group of infected...one by one the men falling under the merciless assault of the howling creatures.
On another he saw two men beating a woman to death with iron pipes...her splitting open in a tidal gush of blood.
On yet another he watched as a group of contestants raced across a parking lot ,a nob of screaming infected hot on their heals...each monitor that Jimmy glanced at seem to show some event taking place in The Game.

" Live feed?" Jimmy asked Artemis
" Live and in color" Artemis replied " Everything you see is happening right now somewhere on the island."
Jimmy nodded and turned his attention back to the monitors " On one screen he saw the girl he'd seen earlier dash across an empty lot,several infected closing on her...just as Jimmy was certain the girl was going to die,she spun in an arc kicking one of the infected across the face shattering it's skull,the woman ducked low,then leapt halfway up a chain link fence...an infected grabbed for her,but she kicked down smashing her boot heal into it's face...in a flash she was over the fence and gone.

" She's got moves" Jimmy said

" Most people who survive longer than a half hour do." Artemis said dismissively.

She rose from the table and walked over to a line of shelves on the wall " Come here Jimmy..."

Jimmy pulled himself away from the monitors just as he saw a big guy toss an infected against a tree only to be pulled down by four more..

" What is it ?" Jimmy asked walking over to Artemis.

" Time to put away your ball bat for some real weapons." She said tossing back a tarp covering one of the shelves.

" Well...feth me." Jimmy said with a smile as he gazed at the assortment of weapons before him.

"First things first." Muttered Sergei as he watched the pair disappear into the bracken.

"We gotta go find that box. And look for Honby."

"Didn't you hear the message?" Ranger said, a look of sheer befuddlement on his face.

"Yeah, but that could of meant anyone. Could of been that guy the infected were chewing on down there. I mean, Honby is a special agent, with skill in CQC. He probably could have decapitated an infected with his bare hands, he's not dead. Take it from me."

"Right. If you say so."

"Oh, and another thing. You owe me nothing. I saved you, cos I thought you'd be some help to me later. But don't go doing things that go against the grain. If you feel you gotta go, don't let me detain you."

Ranger shrugged heavily.

"Way I see it, is we gotta find this key to progress in the game. Working together is better than competing. Especially with one box."

"Yup, pretty much. Shall we go?" Sergei said, indicating to the door off the roof. Together, they descended down the stairs, and out into the dangers of the game once again.

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted a RP in like a week, I've had some family stuff to deal with.

IC:

Dmitri was heading to the site of his assassination when he got the message.

"He puts me in assassinations, then has me protect a guy like a baby? Strange man..." Dmitri though, while breaking into the museum. He chose the museum for a specific reason: He had made a makeshift camp in a blacksmith's hut, and realized there was a grinding stone. If he had a sword, he could sharpen the edges and make it useful again.

What he didn't realize was that the Smiling Man was way ahead of him. By the time he made it to the Samurai exhibits, he had made it through 2 players and at least 20 of the virus-stricken pussbags, as he calls them.

The sword was encased in a massive pane of glass. Not a problem, Dmitri thought, I have my crossbow. He pulled back the arrow, looked at the glass, and fired.

The bolt hit the glass, and bounced off of it like a pebble. "Черт возьми!" Screamed Dmitri. No matter, he still had his wits.

The hammer. One of the players had a sledgehammer. He grabbed it from his dead carcass, a bolt through his leg, his knee, and one right through his voice box.

SMASH! The glass shattered like ice. Dmitri smiled. Picking the sword up by the blade, he instantly noticed something. It was still sharp. Screaming from the pain, Dmitri dropped the sword. A note and a box fell out of the hilt.

Of course the Smiling man knew. He knew everything.

Picking up the box, Dmitri read the note:

"Dear my crazy Russian Friend:

How are you? I'm fine thanks for asking. Your wife... Not so much. You see, she tried to escape. And we can't let that happen, now can we? In the box you will find a small GPS locator, and a tool to use it with. Good luck!"

"совокупляться" Dmitri muttered, thinking of his wife. He opened the box, expecting it to be a bomb. But the fox was true to his word. There was a GPS, and there was a....

Dmitri threw up. He cried for a while, and threw up some more. He lay on the floor, clutching the box.

The tool was his wife's finger. The GPS was set to only accept her touch and hers alone.

(I hope that's good. I can't compete with FITZZ's constant RPing, though )

Fitzz has a way of rp carpet bombing the opposition into submission. That's not bad though, I just wonder how he's so prolific, all the sodding time!

its all good.

pff like Fitzz is that awesome..........

*fitzz enters the room a dark look gleaming of his face*

I mean...*shuffles nervously around* Praise jebus..dammit... i mean fitzz

Hmmpfp... I like your tiny hat.... it fashionable.

*innocent smile*

You guys make me laugh...

"Carpet bombing with RPs?"...I like that...as for how I'm so prolific...my ideas just seem to flow alot of the time.

OOC:...Not feeling very well,quick RP then I'm off to bed.

BIC:....

Jimmy scanned the shelf of weapons laid out before him,taking in the mass of axes,swords and various other "primitive" articles there.
"No Guns?" Jimmy asked.
" I dislike guns." Artemis said matter of factly " Clumsy load stupid weapons if you ask me."
" So...does that mean yes or no?" Jimmy said lifting and eyebrow.
" If you must have a firearm...I do have one" Artemis sighed " Though it's rather old."
" What..like flintlock old?" Jimmy said
Artemis ignored his question and opened a small footlocker under the shelf,inside was an old double barreled shotgun that had been sawed off to near pistol leagth..it reminded Jimmy of something one might see carried by a Stage Coach driver in the old American West.
" Does that thing even work?" Jimmy said shaking his head.
" It did when I put it in the box" Artemis said " Of course there isn't much ammo for it."
The girl reached into the box and removed the old shotgun and a worn leather bandolier holding about twenty shells.
Jimmy sighed " Better than no gun at all I guess."
" You should choose something else as well" Artemis said " Those shells will go quick...knowing you."
Jimmy nodded and returned his attentions to the table,he didn't think any of the swords or axes were his speed...he'd probably just end up cutting his own head off if he tried to use one.
Then he spied a large military style machete...this he was familiar with,he strapped it to his side.
He continued to look over the weapons and saw a crossbow and a quiver of bolts...those would do nicely as well so he added them to his arsenal.

" That's enough Jimmy" Artemis said " any more will slow you down...and I can't have that..now can I?"

" Guess not" Jimmy said slinging the crossbow and bolts " Now what?"

" Now...we grab a quick snack...and we head back out." Artemis said " Fox will notice if we're of the monitors for to long."
Jimmy nodded...not wanting to know what Mr. Fox would do to flush them out.

Updated character ftw.


Player name: Darko
character name: Jacob Shad
Age: 37
Nationality: American
skills: A skilled marksman, Jacob is proficient up close as well; trained in knife and blade fighting techniques. Though not a wrestler or an athlete, he is physically capable; fit and strong. Other than that, he is a charismatic, intelligent and resourceful man. He has an unstoppable determination backed up by an acute understanding of how to achieve his goals. He is ambitious in the extreme, and he is willing to sacrifice anyone or anything, endure any pain, to get what he wants. But he is not reckless: he is a patient manipulater, willing to earn the misplaced trust of others to use them to his own ends - and then dispose of them.
Background: There isn’t much known about him; his origins, his motives – mysteries. And mysterious he is – often quiet and sometimes forgotten in the shadows of a crowd, but his eyes do nothing to belie his malign intelligence. All you need to concern yourself with is that he’s got no one left to miss him, nothing to leave behind, nothing to lose and everything to gain – so Lord help you if you get between him and The Prize.



He looks like this handsome chap.



--
Just thought I'd elaborate on his.. "malign intelligence". Hell yeah, I'm going for a baddie.



Edit:

By the way guys, I'm now doing signature images for people. If any of you are interested: http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/347710.page

Cato and his gang were now in the streets of the abandoned city and there was a distinct air of uncertainty. After the death of the hobo and the announcement of 4 deaths already had shocked some of the people he was with. Cato was, for the time being, to angry to care.

"kay guys here's what I propose, when the infection hit this city everyone wanted to leave and get away from the towns, yes? If so, then it stands to logic that there are less infected here than in the woodlands, so I propose we go to the woodlands."

"Its official, you've gone nuts, completely bonkers, round the bend, off on it, dumb as..."

"Quiet Dex. If there are more of them then the more we can kill and the faster we can get out of this hellhole." Cato replied to the machine.

"And how do you suppose we kill all these infected, we have no weapons," the man called Sid replied.

"We do have weapons," said Cato. There was a short silence after this.

"The dramatic pause of death, were all screwed," said the resident airtime breaker.

Cato looked down and smiled. He looked back up at the group and flexed his wrists. Suddenly two blades shot out of his gloves (think assasins creed). they were about 45cm long and looked lethal. There was a astonished look from the rest of the group as he twirled the blades around. He looked at the group and said,

"Now, as I'm the only one with weapons I suggest you follow me until you guys find some, then you can all bugger off."

Cato turned around and walked towards the forest as a mob of infected ran out. Cato ran up to them and jumped up in the air spinning around, slitting the throats of the infected, landing and stabbing them through the chest for good measure. Their disfigured bodies slumped to the ground with a moan, blood pouring out of their wounds. One was having some sort of seisure so Cato put him out of his misery.

"F*cking noobs," he said and walked off into the forest, the group following behind him.

"Noobs"? Really?

Your character is just too unrealistic for me, Catos.

Anyway, now for a flashy intro. -grin-

~~~
Jacob threw another punch at the man, who dodged narrowly, and sent a kick towards his stomach. Jacob grabbed the incoming foot in both hands, twisting it viciously, sending his opponent spinning onto the ground. He then proceeded to kick the man on the floor in the head and stomach until enough blood was flowing for him to be sure the man was dead. He knelt down besides the motionless body, and examined it. The man could be no older than twenty-five, wearing a hoodie and jeans. He pulled the hood down to reveal a skinhead. At least he had provided some challenge, and Jacob tenderly touched his cheek where the man had managed to land a blow on him. Glancing up, he caught a glimpse of some of The Infected slowly wandering in his general direction. "Fresh Zombie Chow, come and get it," he said dryly. He wasn't the type to laugh at his own jokes. He then stood up and casually walked away from the body.

//25 minutes later//

Jacob drifted silently around the store he had found, cautiously watching for any dangers that might be lurking in the dark, barren aisles. The store had clearly been ransacked of almost all supplies during the original outbreak, and he was annoyed when he found nothing. He headed into the storerooms, and after searching for awhile, he eventually found some items of use. He tore open a small cardboard box, and to his delight he found more energy-bars than he could have ever hoped for. Knowing that he would be stuck on this island for quite some time, he made the decision to set-up camp here. But first things first; he picked up a bar, tore off the rapper and began to consume it. Despite their nature and the length of time they had supposedly been lying around, they tasted half decent. But Jacob had no doubt that everything on this island was fixed, however at the moment he wasn't going to complain.

After he had eaten a few energy bars, he stashed a few more into his pockets and then hid the box. After that, he headed for the entrance of the bleak super market. Though he was about to leave, something made him stop. His instincts told him he wasn't alone. His suspicions were confirmed when he heard a russling to his far right in one of the aisles. He had already adopted a combat stance and tensed his muscles as he began to sneak towards the location of the intruder. Whoever it was, they were already as good as dead.

Hmph. What a boring intro. *grumble*

I'll have to do something more interesting later, rather tired and blank at the moment.

BIC:...

Jimmy sat at the computer table watching the various monitors and nibbling on a chocolate bar..as before,each monitor revealed some scene of mayhem and carnage as participants in The Game fought with or flee from the raving infected.
" And this is what some people call entertainment." Jimmy said softly.
" Musings on morality serve no purpose here Jimmy" Artemis said " You'd do better focusing on the task at hand."
"...And what are the task at hand." Jimmy sighed
" Your own survival for one.." Artemis said "...The others..well you'll discover later."
" More of your secret mission bullgak?" Jimmy said.
Artemis didn't reply,she simple finish her candy bar and kept from her perch on a shelf.
" Time to get moving Jimmy." Artemis smilled checking the monitors to insure their exitway was clear of infected " We've got a long run ahead of us until we reach the next destination."
" Of course we do." Jimmy said standing " Wouldn't be any fun if it wasn't."
" Just move your ass when we get outside." Artemis said coldly.
" Don't worry..I will" Jimmy said following Artemis out of the small room and back into the underground passageway.

Race for the Museum...
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BIC:....

As Jimmy and Artemis quietly emerged onto the city street Artemis hunched behind a large dumpster and surveyed the area.
Jimmy crouched besides her and whispered " Seems clear."
Artemis nodded " Remember...don't use that silly gun unless you must...the noise will attract them...use your machete if we encounter any infected between here and the museum."

Jimmy stared at the girl " Museum?" he said with some surprise.

" That's where we're going." Artemis said " I have something I must do there."

" This is all part of what Fox was talking about before isn't it?" Jimmy said.

" Yes...it is" Artemis replied " Now...lets move."

The pair raced from the alleyway and dashed across the debris filled street.

" The Museum is about four miles in that direction." Artemis said " Right through the center of town."

" So there's probably going to be a lot of infected between here and there..right?" Jimmy said.

" Right." Artemis said " Just move fast and try to keep up."

" Yeah." Jimmy said unsheathing his machete " That was sort of my plan."

The two sprinted off towards the museum.

As the group moved away from the screaming, they came across a house on the beach. "Looks kinda fishy." Said the man at the head of the group. He pointed to one of the older gentleman who was bigger built than himself, "We should check it out, you guys just wait a little way away incase something happens.

A few seconds after the duo went into the house, the smaller man came back out with a look of disbelief on his face. "You guys HAVE to check this out."

Jacob glanced down the aisle, and to his relief, no infected. But there was a man, rooting through some empty boxes. He knew they were empty - he had checked them earlier upon his entrance. He looked around for something, anything, and found a brick a short hop away. He tossed it a few metres away and then ducked back behind cover. Sure enough, the russling down the other aisle stopped, and foot steps echoed in the eerily quiet building. As the intruder walked out of the aisle and looked around in wonder, Jacob sprung from his hiding place in the adjacent aisle. Just as the man turned, Jacob barrelled into him, and they both crashed to the floor. The man recovered quickly from his surprise, and sent a fist into Jacob's face, knocking him off balance, followed by a kick to the face that he narrowly dodged, before stumbling back. As his opponent picked himself up, Jacob lashed out with his right leg, hoping to kick the man in the stomach, but his opponent grabbed his foot, ready to do the twist-and-drop move he'd performed himself half an hour ago. Before he realized this, he retracted his leg quickly, bringing the man holding onto the end close enough for Jacob to slam a fist into his face, forcing him back.

Then the other man started laughing. "You still got it, Jay," he said. Jacob allowed himself a small smile before replying in his charming voice, "Marcus. I should've known you'd make it."
"You thought I'd be smoked? Out there? You seen the competition? It's pathetic!" Marcus remarked, wiping blood off his mouth.
Jacob smirked, "Of course not, Marcus. Our skills are far beyond those of any of the common filth here."
"It's not just 'common filth' we gotta worry about," Marcus replied.
"How so?"
"I've seen a few that might be problematic for us - in that they're still alive after an hour of being out here. Oh, and I heard gunshots once."
Jacob's expression suddenly darkened. "Then we will need to step-up the game. Have you found any weapons here yet?"
"No such luck, but there's a museum not too far away from here. Might find something in there - I dunno, maybe some oriental swords, ancient rifles, hell I'd settle for a beatstick right now."
Jacob nodded, "seems like a plan. Better than sitting here all day. I have food covered," he said, tossing two energy bars to Marcus, who grinned. "Damn, but I'm hungry. These any good?"
"Not bad."
Marcus grunted his recognition as he began eating the first bar.

Jacob grinned. They just needed to meet up with the other four, and then this game was as good as theirs. But if it came down to it, he wouldn't hesitate to sacrifice his men, despite everything they had gone through over the last fifteen years. Had it really been that long? he wondered, ripping open another bar. They'd need their energy.