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Post by phantom5656 on Nov 30, 2006 18:39:48 GMT -5
Somewhere in Seattle.....
Sir, I think you should take a look at this latest report from.....
I already know about that, and I already have confirmation from my personal contcts that it's not just a rumor. I want the item; unharmed, if you can. I'm going to "promote" you to be our Mr. Johnson for this assignment. I'll give you temporary access to the black book and the standard amount from our shadow account. I'll leave the rest of the details to your discression. Serve me well, and you'll go far. Fail me, then..... well, let's just say I would say all my farewells and update your will before you leave tonight.....
Y...yes. sir! I won't fail you, sir!
Good. Now leave me, and I don't want to see your face until you bring the some good news. Good bye now, Mr. Johnson.
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Post by scawire3pt0 on Nov 30, 2006 19:03:58 GMT -5
Tank is driving around Seatle scooping out vehicles of the same make and making notes (in his MP in his head) of the licences and color skem of Roadmasters for future help on missions. (GM can decide if I find any).
"Man I hope I can get a job soon. Mark has been good for work, but things have been slow these days." Tank things to himself as he drives his Road Master AKA Pill Box around Seatle.
Tank turns on the radio for some tunes " Ah talk, talk, talk." Then filps the channel. "Ok this is better" Tank thinks as he flips to a hard rock station.
Description: 3'5" 110lb Dwarf driving a med tanport vehicle.
(OOC Thanks for the run phantom ;D)
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Post by Glacier on Nov 30, 2006 22:43:53 GMT -5
Glacier hates walking, but the tiny cabs don't fit me! When will I get to use the Great Lady again? <grumble>
I'm walking around town, not going any particular place.
Description: 12'0" 803lbs. Nordic Giant. Dingy grey unkempt hair that falls to my shoulders. My clothing is "street walker" chic. I carry a duffel bag that bulges to capacity. A combat axe is strapped to my back.
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Post by phantom5656 on Dec 1, 2006 16:50:59 GMT -5
That should do it. All random, so hopefully none of them know each other. I hope I sent out enough invitations. I hope not all of them show up. I don't think even the account can cover that much expense!
Wondering if the email ID was appropriate, Johnson doesn't pay attention to anything in particular while sifting through some paperwork until the last page of the report.
Well, well, well. That's interesting. I wonder which is more important.....
OOC: I (or should I say, the Johnson) sent all of you an email (PM). If you wish to play it out, (ie try to trace, reply, etc) do so by post. Thank you.
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Post by Glacier on Dec 1, 2006 17:16:13 GMT -5
"Fragging bus only taked me tree quarters of de way. Dough de walk was nice. Good thing the Starmen not geeve me grief about the Great Lady ors the axe on my back." <Knock on the warehouse door like a atomic bomb going off> "Helloooooooo? Anybodies there?" <knock again and again till the door falls off or someone opens the door>
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Post by scawire3pt0 on Dec 1, 2006 17:44:52 GMT -5
Tank recives the Email and takes a trun in the dirction of the warehouse. "Well I hope I get so decient pay for this I need to get some new toys and nopt to mention an nice place to stay."
Tank drives up to the block of the warehouse. Stops in the ally nearst to it. Graps his remote control deck and plugs in activating his Steel Lynx. Giving the Ground Pounder the order to watch the Pill Box so no one but tank trys to drive away with it. "Better then a pitbull." Tank thinks as he walks up to the warehouse to join the meeting. Double checking his Ares Preditor is in the holster under his long coat.
Ariving at the door that has Dints in it Tank procedes to knock and wait for someone to answer.
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Post by phantom5656 on Dec 1, 2006 21:16:55 GMT -5
A brown-toned troll wearing a black suit and a tie opens the door. In a very low, deep (but definitely a female) tone, the troll asks Glacier, "Password?" without a second thought to the giant's size. She takes off her sunglasses and takes a quick look behind Glacier to see if anyone else is present.
OOC: Before we move any further, there are a couple of things. First, I need an approximate time of arrival (about 5 minutes early, around 10 minutes late, etc). Second, Tank, I'm going to change the post a bit and say that the door is still on its hinges. Finally, we're going to have to wait a bit until I at least get some kind of confirmation that all the players are available to play, either by posting (as Glacier and Tank have done) or through PM, telling me reasons for delay. Once again, I apologize.
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Post by Glacier on Dec 2, 2006 0:13:38 GMT -5
A brown-toned troll wearing a black suit and a tie opens the door. In a very low, deep (but definitely a female) tone, the troll asks Glacier, "Password?" without a second thought to the giant's size. She takes off her sunglasses and takes a quick look behind Glacier to see if anyone else is present. " Password? I was given no password!" <volume goes up in fear> " Um, is it on this?" I will hand the woman the sheet of paper with the message for the meet on it. " I don't read it more than to get here. Is password on it, please." <the last part almost a servile whine> ((OOC: unless someone else wants to be first just fit me in a couple mins before the next earliest person, or 1/2 hour early, whichever works best))
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Post by phantom5656 on Dec 2, 2006 2:24:46 GMT -5
The troll woman takes the paper and burns the paper with a lighter she takes out of her pocket as she laughs lightly. "Ha ha ha. Don't worry sbout it honey. There's no password. just making sure that you're not a Lonestar disguised as a fake runner."
She then takes a good long look at the giant, as she starts to ponder about something. "Hmm. You look a little too big to fit through the regular door. Why don't you come in through the freight entrance around the corner? I'll let the security there know that you're coming so that you don't get shot on sight.
She quickly dismisses the giant and waits by the door until he's a few feet away. She then takes another quick look around the surroundings before closing the door.
OOC: Half hour sounds good for you. Anyone else can come before or after that. You can also arrive on or around the same time, provided you've already talked to each other in advance to coordinate anything if you wish.
OOC2: I heard a while back that the whisper function was down or broken or something like that. Has it been fixed or what not?
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Post by cxone on Dec 2, 2006 9:51:34 GMT -5
Grassfire pulls up on his Rapeir . As he's getting off the bike he spots a gaint of a person coming arount the corner heading towards the loadinfg dock doors .
" That has to be Glacier ." Saying to him self . " Glacier ! Wait up . We'll go in togeather . " Grassfire calls to the gaint .
This should be interesting now .
OCC This character was originaly an Elf but I reworked him into an Ork . So glacier we did a run awhile back now .
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Post by scawire3pt0 on Dec 2, 2006 11:23:08 GMT -5
Tank shows up about 5 minutes after the other two are inside. (Sorry to keep you waiting and all, but it took sometime to get here from the main road that the truckers use.)
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Post by phantom5656 on Dec 2, 2006 19:37:15 GMT -5
The freight entrance looks obvoiusly like it has been used recently, but the huge, re-enforced doorway blocking the entrance suggested otherwise. Grassfire turns the corner and catches up with Glacier just as he knocks on the door. Mechanical whirling can be heard as the door starts to open, but stops shortly afterwards. Loud cursing in Japanese is heard from the other side. "Give me a second out there! *curses and mumbling* I told them I was gonna need a little more time to rig up the other stuff, but what's the first thing they do? They bother me!" After a few more cursings from the other side, the door starts to open again. "HA! Finally! I told them to get a professional for this type of things instead of....." The words begin to trail off as a Dwarf wearing a similar suit (along with some grease and dirt) and a sawed-off shotgun in one hand is greeted by the gigantic figure in front of him.
"Holy mother of a goat's teets! You're a big feller ain't ya!" As soon as his immediate shock is dissipated, he notices another figure alongsides the giant. "I was only informed of the little guy, so either you give me the password or I blow off your kneecaps here leave you until we've finished conducting our business inside. The same goes for you, little one, if I hear a peep out of you or if I even suspect that you're giving him clues."
Meanwhile, at the "main" entrance.....
Tank knocks on the door and is greeted by the female troll. "Password?"
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Post by cxone on Dec 2, 2006 19:48:03 GMT -5
" Hey I got an Email for a job . I'm hear . There was no password . I can show you the email on my phone if ya like . " Grassfire says as he checks out the dwarf .
" Also I got a chip here in my head say you'll most likely hit me , but you'll be on the ground as well . " Grassfire says with a small grin . " But if you want to add things to the meet without passing it along to the runners well thats up to you . It'll be up to me to take the job or walk . "
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Post by Glacier on Dec 2, 2006 21:52:53 GMT -5
<ignoring the obvious danger to myself> I turn to the Ork after he replies. "How will he be on the ground little Grassfire? Will I hit him on the head with the Great Lady? I don't think she would like that. Maybe I hit him with Corp Adjuster." <a simpleton's smile crosses my face> "I know Corp Adjuster would love to meet him." I will turn to the dwarf as I set the duffle bag down. "Would you like to meet Corp Adjuster? Gimme a sec to get him."
((I'll wait for a response))
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Post by phantom5656 on Dec 3, 2006 1:58:44 GMT -5
"No need to git yer girtles tighter than it already is lads. I'm just followin protocals is all, and making sure you're not a lonestar trying to be sneaking in or nothing. Besides, the sniper would have dropped at least one of you on the spot if I was in any sort of real trouble. Now, you girls gonna get inside already so that I can close the door or do I have to do a little jig to get your asses in here?" The Dwarf waits impatiently by the switch to close the doors again.
OOC: Anyone know where shasta and gunther are? They havent posted anything yet and I'm starting to get a wee bit worried.
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