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sigh, sos again about that

Tyranic Marta wrote:sigh, sos again about that

All's well...no harm no foul...now...off to Troy.

where you shall meet ME!, hopefully, tomorrow, maby

FM Ninja 048 wrote:where you shall meet ME!, hopefully, tomorrow, maby

Sounds good Ninja.. ...Bulldozer Fight?

"Wait here." Lev told to Kat outside of the non-descript house.

"Why?"

"Because when the gak goes down, I want you to be as far away as possible."

"Ah. I see."

Lev entered the house. It was dark, bland, and very Spartan. No furniture, simply a table and a cot on one side of the room. There was a closet with a huge lock on it that stuck out like a sore thumb. Lev began to walk towards the closet when the sound of a knife being unsheathed was heard. Lev punched into the darkness, and a muffled cry was uttered.

"Hello, Ivan," Lev spat, "I want it back."

"Ha! Like you could get it from me." Ivan sputtered, blood now pouring from his nose where Lev had hit him.

"Ivan. I will not say this again. Fetch me the Incerator, or I will kill you."

Ivan raised his eyebrows, as if to say "Really?"

"Just give me the fething gun."

"Fine, fine."

Ivan waltzed over to the cabinet and entered the 10 digit code for the lock. It opened.

"Are you sure you need it? I mean, it really isn't your style..."

"Shut up."

Lev punched Ivan in the head once more, knocking him out.

Inside the locker was a small box and a larger box. Lev opened the small box. Inside were hundreds of sorted Incendiary grenades for a launcher.

Good, Lev thought, the bastard didn't use any.

Opening the larger box, Lev found his weapon. The XM-25, or as he called it, "The Incinerator"

"Lev, what happened in there?" Kat asked, wondering why Lev had blood on his Ghillie suit.

"Nothing. Now turn around." Lev commanded, hefting his newly aquried weapon.

The thump of the rifle was followed be a massive explosion. The house became engulfed in flames, as Troy's fire teams attempted to put it out.

"LEV! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Screamed Kat, who had noticed the burning building.

"That was a loose end. It's tied up now. Come, I hear they make great Fish and Chips over in the market district."

Lev walked away as Kat watched his history burn down in a tremendous fire.

BIC:...

Whiskey glanced over at the jeeps driver...
" Will" the man said with a nod.
Whiskey nodded back.." Yeah I caught that when Cowboy back there had his sights on you.."
The driver simply nodded again..

" Unless there are two POSess like this..." Whiskey said lightly patting the dash of the jeep " This is Garros Jeep.."

Will nodded once again.." Yes it is...I spoke with him..treated him as a mater of fact."

" Your a doctor?" Whiskey said raising her eyebrow.

" I've had training.." Will replied .

" Good to know...so...how'd you come to be behind the wheel of his jeep...payment for sewing his sack back on ?" Whiskey inquired .

" Not exactly ..." said Will " Actually ...he wanted me to find you.." he gestured at Terrance " ...Well...I assume it was you...he wanted me to locate the guy who...injured him.."

" Well..." Terrance said from the rear of the jeep " Looks like you found me.." he chuckled lightly.." Ya gonna run me in..?"

Will shook his head " That wasn't high on my list of things to do..."

" So.." Whiskey interrupted " ..Is there anyone else looking for us..?"

Will shrugged .." Not that I know of...but there were a lot of guards moving about when I left...so it's possiable.."

" Great.." Whiskey muttered " And we're ridding around in Garro's Jeep...Might as well paint a fething bulls eye on our heads.."

Will glanced at the woman..." Do you have any suggestions ?"

She snorted a laugh " Yeah...I suggest you drive like a bat out of hell for Troy...and pray we don't run into any patrols from Elysium."

Will put his foot to the floor,coaxing the ill kept Jeep to speed up.

Both will and Whiskey duck in fright and startlement as Terrence's rifle cracks out, behind them can be heard an explosion,

Terrence grunts as he pulls the lever on the firles slide back to load anouther round. "3"

Anouther shot cracks out, and anouther explosion, "2"

finally he aims carefully and fires once more, "1" the explosion ripples out and causes anouther, "0"

all this happened in the space of a few seconds, spent casings rattling on the jeeps floor.

Whiskey turns and looks over the back of the jeep to see 4 flaming wrecks of vehicles, "Crazy mother f****r"

Terrence nods again replacing the bullets in the clip.

"They were following, one had an rpg.... i denyed him the pleasure of firing it."

He turns around to tap will on the shoulder, "keep going, there will be more, ignore them, just keep driving"

Will continued to drive, focusing only on the road ahead. Over the next hour they only had one other encounter which was soon dispatched with several shots from Terrence.

The engine was starting to make a real racket and soon enough black thick smoke poured out of the bonnet blinding Will for a few moments. With a screech of the dry brakes they skidded to a stop.

“Looks like Garro’s jeep lived up to his name, cheap yet ultimately untrustworthy" remarked Terrence

In the not too far off distance there appeared to be a fence ringing what appeared to be a motley collection of steel buildings.

“Is that it?” Will asked Whiskey,

“Yeap, another glorious example of human survival and the best place to get a drink for miles”

“Well I’m quite thirsty myself. Are they keen on strangers?”

“Depends” and of she walked towards Troy. Will and Terrence followed suit.

Terrence calmly reloading his rifles magazine looks around the flat terrain, "how do we survive on so little?"

the comment was almost to himself while he regarded the deset. Motion on his flank makes his mind act automatically, the rifle is at his shoulder his right knee on the ground sholders braced, and his eye staring through the scope before he can regester what the thing is, as he does he forces his finger of the trigger, already half depressed.

The dog lopes over to them, slowly and like its in pain. Terrence smiles at the beast, uttering words of kindness as he moves towards it, his voice low and kind, but his hand strays to his knife. Whiskey seeing the action stops him before he can harm the dog, "Why would you do that? its innocent"

"Its food"

"We're going to a city for gods sake"

Terrence looks at the razor wire and nods, "sorry, old habits die hard."

His hand instead reaches into his pack and brings out a small can of meat, he crouches down next to the dog, openeing the can he lets the dog sniff it before slitting the side of the can open allowing the meat to spill onto the sand.

Whiskey looks on with amazement, "You were about to kill that poor thing for food and now your feeding it??"

Terrence looks up at her and nods, "Its hurt, and it needs help, if im not going to kill it i might as well help it. Its also friendly which means its had a previous friend in humans."

he pats the dags head and recieves a wag of the tail in gratitude,

"See he likes me"

Whiskey shakes her head and looks at Will "well come on then, looks like the cowboy's found himself a friend, bout fething time"

Terrence whistlezs under his breath and the dog obediently follows him, the limp apparently gone in the wake of food, "Amazing creatures"

He quickly catches up with the pair with his long strides and slings the rifle over his back,

Will looks at him askance,

Terrence looks back just as bemused. "what?"

"are you going to name it?"

"later... when i think of something"

*snigger* woofles

Why are you guys now walking? One post you're in a jeep the next "oh hey screw the jeep we now have a DOGGEH!1/!!"

I would post, but I'm busy writing up a nice, long event for Space Hulk.

if you read the previous post you would notice that the falible jeep just failed.

So it is.

BIC:...

Whiskey glanced from Will to Terrance and then to the dog,she burst out laughing and clicked her boot heels together..." There's no place like home..There's no place like home.." She muttered.
Will raised an eyebrow looking at the woman as though she'd perhaps gone mad.
Whiskey made a quick dismissive gesture "..Nothing...forget it."
Will shrugged and kept walking.
Whiskey chuckled to her self again and began to move towards the gates of Troy along with the others,singing softly under her breath.
" We're off to see the wizard..." she hummed " The wonderful wizard of Oz.."

As soon as everybody who is going to Troy is there, I can do my thing...

... you may all die


Just jokin

I might well be heading to troy.. but this will require a large(x51) IC post that I have no way of doing, especially with my Space Hulk event.. wait..

Hehe, problem solved.

Darko...

...whatever you are going to do...

...do it fast...

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Darko...

...whatever you are going to do...

...do it fast...

Will get on it right away.. in five minutes..

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:As soon as everybody who is going to Troy is there, I can do my thing...

... you may all die


Just jokin

I swear to Yaweh...

What?

Yaweh?

Yaweh=God...IIRC

...But I'm unsure on the spelling..

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:What?

Yaweh?

Don't worry about him, he's insane now. My kitty saw to that.

OOC: figured I should catch up, i'm missing out RPing Corby because nothing bad was going to happen. This happens on the morning that Ms. Lopez has her 'encounter' with Garro.

IC:
Roy woke up first, crawling out of the tent put up over the back of the tank into the early morning sunshine, every body else was still asleep, but a barrel of fuel had been left by the tank for them to top up from. they didn't lead a bad life, didn't really need to do much and the comunities covered for them while they were away from Lindey-Station

after everybody else was awake they started to pack up their things, rolling the tent and filling the tank up with the fuel they were given. The door gaurds were unbaracading the heavy wooden gates as they aproched and they waited as they struggled to open the gates.

"Onwards, to troy?"

"go, it's only 50m, we should be there by mid-day"

they waved to the sentrys as they left the encampment, weaving around burnt out cars and metal barriers.


OOC (again): 50m at 20mph, it's up to kais if I make it or not

Yaweh = God in Hebrew, the language of my people.

"Hold up," Michael ordered, and the jeep came to a stop. There were two lone figures; a woman and her German Shephard. Michael dismounted with Bill close behind.

"Can we help you, lady?" Michael asked. The woman kept her AK aimed at him. "Hey now, there ain't no need for that ma'am."
The woman replied, "Sorry, I'm not used to meeting people who don't ask first, if y'know what I mean."
Michael shrugged, "It's okay, I know what you mean. People just don't like to help each other anymore. It's a real pity."
"Where are you headed?" The woman enquired.
"We were just going to Troy to find out the local news and get some supplies."
"Don't suppose you could give us a lift?"
"Sure, hope on lady, we have room," He indicated to the men in the back of the jeep, "Don't worry, they'll be perfect gentlemen," He assured her.
"Thanks. You can call me Bonesaw," She replied, and Michael gave her a strange look. "Right, well, you can call me Mike," He then introduced the others, whilst patting the dog, before re-embarking the jeep.

They continued on their way to Troy, with their hitch-hikers safely aboard.

^ Just a quick filler. Not very good, but it does what it's meant to.

And Kaiser.. please post these in the OP already.. (ie replace what's there.. copy 'n' pasting)

(i wanted a dog, we've "Parked" near troy, and are walking in, the dog is also key to my character as youll see later)

(ic) Terrence spies the gatehouse, "we'll see if they want to let us in shall we?"

Terrence slings his rifle over his back and moves up to the gatehouse, a loud buzzer goes of then a tinny voice spoken through a loud speaker booms out, "kneel to the ground put your hands on your head and prepare to go through customs"

The group shrug to each other and kneel, Terrence grunting slightly as his hands go behind his head, "Stiff shoulder" he mutters "Im getting to old for this" a rasping chuckle under his breath

The gates open and several guards come out, ak's and shotguns primary weapons, machete's and other melee weapons as secondary, one guy even has a katana. The move forwards and noticing Terrence's weapons one of them baulks slightly but moves forwards nonetheless, and puts his gun muzzle between Terrance's eyes, "Relinquish your weapons please sir" Terrance nudges the gun barrel away before unslinging his rifle and putting it carefully down in front of him, his Smg goes next, his pistol last, he opens his pack to show them none there, they dont notice his knife.

He is careful to remove the mag from each weapon and stow it in its prefferred place in his pack. half a dozen grenades join the weapons on the ground, Terrance looks over at the other two and sees a similar pile of weapons before each, although none quite as large.

The dog is hiding behind Terrance whimpering slightly, he growls under his breath slightly as his weapons are taken away but otherwise Terrance doesnt seem to be purturbed at the "Customs" the weapons are taken a short distance before they are given a brief search, then they are brought back to him, "Nice guns youve got yourself there cowboy"

Once all of the three have been reunited with their weapons they head inside the city, Terrance looks at the dog beside him, "I think ill call you Braveheart" Terrence grins whilst rechecking his weapons, satisfied nothing is wrong he reloads the mags and slings and holsters his various guns.

Turning to the other two he Grins, one side of his mouth not quite sure what to do giving his smile a lopsided apperance, "Were in"

OOC: My dudes are regulars at Troy, they don't have to put up with this customs bullcrap.