[Delta Green] Operas and Avatars: Convergence

[Gomez]

"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?"

"I can set you up. Just give me a little notice" says Mr. Franks.

 

[taitzu52]

"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 ready to leave, the telltale cigarette handing from the corner of his mouth.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Brown shakes Marty's hand and the two agents exit. "Back to the sherriff?" he asks.

 

[Gomez]

Jacob finishes up his peach cobbler, pays his bill, leaves a generous tip for Mabel, and then heads to the address on the back of the bill. Upon arrival, he knocks lightly on the door.

An old red pickup can be seen in the front driveway of the house, which looks like a small step up from a mobile home. The wind blows through the trees as storm clouds can be seen gathering in the western sky like an advancing army. After a few minutes there is no response to Jacob's knocks though he can here a steady off beat banging sound from the back of the house.

 

[Rhialto]

Jacob draws his very large pistol, and goes out back...

 

[taitzu52]

(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."

 

[Rhialto]

(OOC- Better hope there's no law enforcement officials around, gunslinger.)

OOC--HA! I'll have you know Jacob maintains nearly six hundred pounds of lawyers, over half of which is one very angry Filipino. As long as he doesn't shoot anybody that he really shouldn't he knows no fear. Or very little fear.

 

[taitzu52]

(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. )

 

[Gomez]

Jacob draws his very large pistol, and goes out back...

Going around the house to the back yard which has a small kiddy pool. It is half full with a greenish sludge. A small blow up beach ball is blown back and forth along its surface by the wind. Jacob sees the source of the banging. The back screen door is being blown by the wind against the back of the house. The back door it self is wide open. The inside of the house is dark.

 

[Gomez]

As long as he doesn't shoot anybody that he really shouldn't he knows no fear. Or very little fear.

OOC: LOL!!!!!! HAHAHA!!!!!! HEHEHEHE!!!!!!