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Yeah really, I'll just put my little crossbow down and watch.

(OOC- Hey, we're FBI. Laywers vs. Patriot Act, well you be the judge. I'm just having the feeling that our "Convergance" is going to be more like an arrest. :) )

(OOC- Better hope there's no law enforcement officials around, gunslinger.) "Yeah." Andrews says as he lights a smoke and scans the skies, "let's do that."

Neville sinks back down into a semi-prone position, hoping that his companions will cover him until the melee is on top of them. He quietly says, "Stay and protect, Henry." as he squeezes off two bolts at the closest of the archers in the west, lighting up the field in their crackling energy as...

"Here's my card, Mr. Franks." says Andrews as he hands it over, and looks around his office to see if he has one. "Please don't hesitate to call at any hour if you can think of something, anything, that pertains to what we just talked about." After getting Franks' information, Andrews gets...

"When he's in his thirties, fat, and worried about cancer, we'll se who keeps their strength up." Rod replies, feeling almost victorious that his premonition of sports talk was correct. "Do you have any idea what kind of hormones and antibiotics they shoot into a ribeye, Steph....." he starts...

Damn it, you're getting dull, old man!, Neville thinks to himself. They can see not one, but two groups, while your old eyes strain in the darkness, he goes on saying to himself, as he squints at the blackness of the night. Unaware of the uncanny powers of his compatriots, Neville has returned...

"No, I think that's fine." says Andrews getting up, smiling at Franks. Feigning forgetfulness, he turns around and says, "Oh! I was wondering if there's anyone you know who would charter a private flight for us in the next couple of days. Know anybody?"

"Ya!" shouts Uri in affirmation of their new tactical allusion. He dashes past Wooden (praying the wolf doesn't take a piece out of him), and runs around the far table to cut off the enemy's escape. (OOC- Uri runs to S4, and then S7.)

Rod walks in behind everyone. After looking at he menu in disgust, he is about to go off about the evils of industrialized meat production in America, when he hears it..... Woah...thinks Rod, she's cute AND possibly vegetarian! "I'll have the same." he quickly says to the waitress. He smiles...

One eye pops open above Neville's moustache, as he quietly leans over and gently picks up his crossbow. Looking in the direction that Fury is facing, he slowly sits up ,and will softly kick any sleeper within his reach. "Can't make it out", he whispers "Is it that....thing?" There is an...

Neville whispers back to Marcus, "Hope for the best, and let it pass really. It seems to like....the dead. Let's not add to it's count." His eyes are still fixed on the monstrosity from his prone position.

I thought you had your own thread. "Delta Green: Operas and Avatars- .45's & Wild Turkey" Hehe.

OOC: I'm painfully aware of our disparate areas of expertise ;) . But hey, it's worth a try!

At least you get this: http://www.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd/cwc/20050623a You lucky dog!

"And what of these other reports?" says Andrews, trying very hard to act surprised. (OOC: Taking my time in posting here, waiting up for 'Dwyn.)

Neville spots the creature in the distance, and tenses up like a rabbit suddenly aware of a fox in the far off brush. His eyes widen, and he stops in his tracks, and with his arm bent at his shoulder, he holds up a tightly balled fist: his sign for silence. He looks around at the terrain, and...

"Well who would have a helicopter out here that you wouldn't know about?" Andrews asks, "What kind of range would it have out here anyway?"

"Well, here's our situation." says Andrews as he sits down. "We're trying to figure out likely places where aircraft may be used outside of normal air traffic. Seeing that there's no military bases in the area, we've come to rely on civilian resources for this." He turns to Brown to see if...

Noted. scribble, scribble.....