[D20 Modern]Department 7 (IC)
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"Well, I respect your opinion. Anyone can use a gun. Not everyone however, can use a gun well. I mean sure I could toss you a gun right now. You can try to fire it. Have you disengaged the safety? Is there a round in the chamber or do you have to rack a round? But eh, whatever. I'm pretty certain I could use that crossbow of yours...I just didn't want to break it. Using a gun is a perishable skill, you don't use it you lose it. Also, if your gun jams what do you do? It also requires training. The reason these goons are so good with their guns is because they practice. It's just a different discipline. But I digress...really I'd love to learn from you. If you could show me some stuff with this blade..." he says as he holds his knife out "or maybe something a little bigger."
"Um. No. Not my area of expertise." answering Kara's question.
"Um. No. Not my area of expertise." answering Kara's question.
perrinmiller
Adventurer
Kara acknowledges the answer from Nick. Based on Ming's comments, she concludes that he's no expert in demolitions either and decides, better not take the C4 then. We might just blow ourselves up by accident.
With that, she waves good night, and heads home for some rest before getting down to business the next day.
With that, she waves good night, and heads home for some rest before getting down to business the next day.
The next morning dawns with the start of a cloudy and maybe even rainy day. Not the ideal morning to start a new venture but perhaps this isn't a omen and just normal every day weather.
It takes a good bit of the morning to get all the gear loaded up into the trucks that you are taking. Guns and ammo stowed in duffel bags, that conveniently fit in well disguised compartments in the suburban's cargo hold. The rest of the gear going on top of that.
At some point during the loading you notice that Diego is missing. No one remembers seeing him at all since last night. His room looks slept in, but there's no sign of him anywhere. Unwilling to accept what's going on so he left seems the most likely explanation.
It takes several hours to drive down to Wescot, but by the time you get there the sun is out and low in the west, and it's a lovely late summer evening. When you pull into town it strikes you as being the quintessential "Small Town USA".
The lawns and public spaces are all green and well kept, and short fences enclose good sized lawns. The trees are tall and healthy looking, with very little trash on the ground anywhere. You see kids ridding bikes, or playing ball in back yards around town. People walking down the streets wave to people sitting out on their porches, a general sense of peace and friendliness seems to cover this small town.
But after driving around for a while longer you also sense a wariness under the surface. Little things like parents keeping a close eye on their children and a large number of security system markers in the yards.
[ooc: There is a motel in town, I forgot to put one in until just now... It's on the corner of Oak and 3rd, north east corner of town. I moved the quckymart from there to the south west. I'm also going to upload a updated map. [/ooc]
It takes a good bit of the morning to get all the gear loaded up into the trucks that you are taking. Guns and ammo stowed in duffel bags, that conveniently fit in well disguised compartments in the suburban's cargo hold. The rest of the gear going on top of that.
At some point during the loading you notice that Diego is missing. No one remembers seeing him at all since last night. His room looks slept in, but there's no sign of him anywhere. Unwilling to accept what's going on so he left seems the most likely explanation.
It takes several hours to drive down to Wescot, but by the time you get there the sun is out and low in the west, and it's a lovely late summer evening. When you pull into town it strikes you as being the quintessential "Small Town USA".
The lawns and public spaces are all green and well kept, and short fences enclose good sized lawns. The trees are tall and healthy looking, with very little trash on the ground anywhere. You see kids ridding bikes, or playing ball in back yards around town. People walking down the streets wave to people sitting out on their porches, a general sense of peace and friendliness seems to cover this small town.
But after driving around for a while longer you also sense a wariness under the surface. Little things like parents keeping a close eye on their children and a large number of security system markers in the yards.
[ooc: There is a motel in town, I forgot to put one in until just now... It's on the corner of Oak and 3rd, north east corner of town. I moved the quckymart from there to the south west. I'm also going to upload a updated map. [/ooc]
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perrinmiller
Adventurer
Kara Acoma 6/6
Kara wakes up, does her morning workout, and packs up some things for the short stay in Wescot. She chooses an outfit, dark gray pants suit with a white blouse and heels to match. She does her hair up into a bun of sorts to make her look more professional and applies some subtle makeup. She checks her Glock and puts it in her shoulder holster. She stands in front of her mirror and dons the sunglasses and considers, yep look like a fed, time to go. She takes a cab back to the townhouse to meet the boys.
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Kara suggests that Rory and Rodny take the 4x4 truck (F-150?) and she, Nick, and Ming take the Suburban. She will check Nick’s appearance to see if he also dressed like a fed today.
During the drive around the town, she will look for good sniper positions, higher elevation and good fields of fire on the approaches into town. She will point out the name of the security company to Rodny over the comms, for him to look into.
On arrival she suggests, “Okay boys what do you want to do first? I suggest Rodny begins at the library before they close. Rory maybe the T-shirt shack or Mic’s Garage, before you head over to the bar. Nick and I should go to the Police Station to see if anyone is still there yet, while Ming waits in the Suburban. We should set up a command post at the motel afterward. Everyone stay in touch on the comms while we are separated, checking in whenever you change locations. Sound good?”
Kara wakes up, does her morning workout, and packs up some things for the short stay in Wescot. She chooses an outfit, dark gray pants suit with a white blouse and heels to match. She does her hair up into a bun of sorts to make her look more professional and applies some subtle makeup. She checks her Glock and puts it in her shoulder holster. She stands in front of her mirror and dons the sunglasses and considers, yep look like a fed, time to go. She takes a cab back to the townhouse to meet the boys.
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Kara suggests that Rory and Rodny take the 4x4 truck (F-150?) and she, Nick, and Ming take the Suburban. She will check Nick’s appearance to see if he also dressed like a fed today.
During the drive around the town, she will look for good sniper positions, higher elevation and good fields of fire on the approaches into town. She will point out the name of the security company to Rodny over the comms, for him to look into.
On arrival she suggests, “Okay boys what do you want to do first? I suggest Rodny begins at the library before they close. Rory maybe the T-shirt shack or Mic’s Garage, before you head over to the bar. Nick and I should go to the Police Station to see if anyone is still there yet, while Ming waits in the Suburban. We should set up a command post at the motel afterward. Everyone stay in touch on the comms while we are separated, checking in whenever you change locations. Sound good?”
Herobizkit
Adventurer
Rory woke up with a start. He was face down on the small twin bed, limbs sprawled every which way but straight. He groaned as he rolled over, swung his legs out and over the side of the bed, and sat up. His whole body felt cramped and achy. A hot shower and a shot of Powers is what I need.
He got up, threw off last night's clothes, and went looking for the shower. He padded through the halls in the buff, oblivious to anyone who might be nearby. He found the shower and fresh towels after checking a few doors.
He took nearly twenty minutes, allowing the warmth of the water to soothe his sore muscles. He closed his eyes and offered a silent prayer: Lord, you created me to live in freedom. Mostly I take this gift for granted. Inspire me to live in the freedom you intended, with a heart untroubled and with complete trust...
Rory shook his head. The task for which he was preparing still seemed surreal. Rory was a Hedge Wizard who could do actual feats of magic. Magic was believed to be a tool of the Devil, and yet in a few short days, he would be called to face a group of evil monsters. By all accounts, this situation simply should not exist.
And yet, here Rory stood, a singer among soldiers... and Rodny.
Rory finished his shower and returned to his room. True to his word, he withdrew a bottle of Powers Irish Whiskey from his duffel bag. He unscrewed the stopper, took a swig of the golden liquor, then filled a nearby metal flask before placing the whiskey back into his duffel. <<OOC: I also take 15 min to memorize my Prestidigitation spell.>>
Rory then got dressed in the same clothes he wore last night and, duffel in hand, headed out to join the group.
He got up, threw off last night's clothes, and went looking for the shower. He padded through the halls in the buff, oblivious to anyone who might be nearby. He found the shower and fresh towels after checking a few doors.
He took nearly twenty minutes, allowing the warmth of the water to soothe his sore muscles. He closed his eyes and offered a silent prayer: Lord, you created me to live in freedom. Mostly I take this gift for granted. Inspire me to live in the freedom you intended, with a heart untroubled and with complete trust...
Rory shook his head. The task for which he was preparing still seemed surreal. Rory was a Hedge Wizard who could do actual feats of magic. Magic was believed to be a tool of the Devil, and yet in a few short days, he would be called to face a group of evil monsters. By all accounts, this situation simply should not exist.
And yet, here Rory stood, a singer among soldiers... and Rodny.
Rory finished his shower and returned to his room. True to his word, he withdrew a bottle of Powers Irish Whiskey from his duffel bag. He unscrewed the stopper, took a swig of the golden liquor, then filled a nearby metal flask before placing the whiskey back into his duffel. <<OOC: I also take 15 min to memorize my Prestidigitation spell.>>
Rory then got dressed in the same clothes he wore last night and, duffel in hand, headed out to join the group.
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The night before, Rodny had gone home, picked up a few cloths, and told his mom that he got the job and that it required travel for the company. They were already sending him out to do repairs. "No, I can't say where because our work is confidential for the protection of clients. But the pay is good and I'll be able to get more repairs done on the house soon. Anyway, I've got to get back. They have rooms for us and we have to head out first thing in the morning.......Yes, I'll be careful. Love you Mom. See you later."
Rodny woke up slowly. The alarm, whether electo-mechanical or someone shouting, barely registered at first. Another 5 minutes, he thought, but knew he needed to get going. But after a few seconds, he knew he had to get up and began trying to find the edge of the bed.
Sitting up and opening his eyes a little, he located the fresh cola can he had set on the night stand the evening before. It was room temp but that didn't matter. He opened it and took a couple of swollows. After that settled, he finished the first half of the can. After setting it back on the night stand, he went searching for the shower. After he passed Rory in the hall, he realized the man was in the buff. Oh well, it meant nothing to Rodny.
After showering and other morning grooming, Rodny returned to the room he had used. Getting dressed, he made mental note of his equipment. He made sure it was all packed and ready to go and then joined the group at the vehicles.
Rodny nodded at the indication that he might start with the library. Once there, he started by scanning the newspapers for the last 4+ weeks. (research or search (1d20+8=16))
He then began searching for other sources of info that might relate to their mission. He also kept an eye open for anything else that might be interesting and/or important. (research or search (1d20+8=10))
Rodny woke up slowly. The alarm, whether electo-mechanical or someone shouting, barely registered at first. Another 5 minutes, he thought, but knew he needed to get going. But after a few seconds, he knew he had to get up and began trying to find the edge of the bed.
Sitting up and opening his eyes a little, he located the fresh cola can he had set on the night stand the evening before. It was room temp but that didn't matter. He opened it and took a couple of swollows. After that settled, he finished the first half of the can. After setting it back on the night stand, he went searching for the shower. After he passed Rory in the hall, he realized the man was in the buff. Oh well, it meant nothing to Rodny.
After showering and other morning grooming, Rodny returned to the room he had used. Getting dressed, he made mental note of his equipment. He made sure it was all packed and ready to go and then joined the group at the vehicles.
Rodny nodded at the indication that he might start with the library. Once there, he started by scanning the newspapers for the last 4+ weeks. (research or search (1d20+8=16))
He then began searching for other sources of info that might relate to their mission. He also kept an eye open for anything else that might be interesting and/or important. (research or search (1d20+8=10))
Nick took a cab home and went straight to bed. He woke up and thought about the night before. The creatures and the new teammates. He also thought about Kara walking down the hall but then dismissed it. Melanie hadn't been gone that long; her body was among those missing.
Nick got up and did a quick morning workout, used the facilities, showered and trimmed his beard. He grabbed his suit from the closet. The only suit he had left. The suit he would've worn if he had been allowed to attend his teams funeral. He donned the suit, grabbed his sunglasses and looked at the Glock on the nightstand.
As he looked at the weapon and thought about the battle that was sure to come, he remebered the 10 rules to a gunfight Melanie had told him the first day they had worked together:
1. Bring a gun. Preferably, bring two.
2. Anything worth shooting, is worth shooting twice.
3. Only hits count.
4. If your shooting stance is good...you're probbaly not moving fast enough or using cover properly.
5. Keep shooting until the threat no longer exists; then stay sharp until somebody with a badge tells you to freeze.
6. If you can choose what to bring to a gun fight, bring a long gun and a friend.
7. In ten years, nobody will remember the details of caliber, stance or tactics. They will only remember who lived.
8. If you're not shooting, you should be reloading or running.
9. Accuracy is relative: most combat shooting standards will be more dependant on "Pucker Factor" than the inherent accuracy of the gun.
10. Someday somebody might kill you with your own gun. But the should have to beat you to death with it because it is empty.
Maybe he'd share the rules with Rodny the next time he saw him. He quickly calls a cab and takes off towards the townhouse. There he dons the rest of the equipment, making sure that everything is loaded and chambered properly. He rides in the back seat on the way to Wescot relaxing. He nods at Kara's suggestions and then hops out, ready to head to the Police station (leaving the P90 and the Mossberg in the duffel in the SUV).
Nick got up and did a quick morning workout, used the facilities, showered and trimmed his beard. He grabbed his suit from the closet. The only suit he had left. The suit he would've worn if he had been allowed to attend his teams funeral. He donned the suit, grabbed his sunglasses and looked at the Glock on the nightstand.
As he looked at the weapon and thought about the battle that was sure to come, he remebered the 10 rules to a gunfight Melanie had told him the first day they had worked together:
1. Bring a gun. Preferably, bring two.
2. Anything worth shooting, is worth shooting twice.
3. Only hits count.
4. If your shooting stance is good...you're probbaly not moving fast enough or using cover properly.
5. Keep shooting until the threat no longer exists; then stay sharp until somebody with a badge tells you to freeze.
6. If you can choose what to bring to a gun fight, bring a long gun and a friend.
7. In ten years, nobody will remember the details of caliber, stance or tactics. They will only remember who lived.
8. If you're not shooting, you should be reloading or running.
9. Accuracy is relative: most combat shooting standards will be more dependant on "Pucker Factor" than the inherent accuracy of the gun.
10. Someday somebody might kill you with your own gun. But the should have to beat you to death with it because it is empty.
Maybe he'd share the rules with Rodny the next time he saw him. He quickly calls a cab and takes off towards the townhouse. There he dons the rest of the equipment, making sure that everything is loaded and chambered properly. He rides in the back seat on the way to Wescot relaxing. He nods at Kara's suggestions and then hops out, ready to head to the Police station (leaving the P90 and the Mossberg in the duffel in the SUV).
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