[Delta Green] Operas and Avatars: Convergence

[taitzu52]

"ONE...."

Solomon, the only unarmed man on the scene right now, keeps his eyes on the guy, but discreetly flashes a finger at Andrews as if to say, "Just a second...give me a go at him."

*CED*ing A, I'm going to excecute this guy just on principal, Andrews thinks as he circles the room, that poor girl could be dead next door for all I know.

(OOC- Andrews circles the room, and get's as far to the man's flank as possible, and then closes in. In game terms, I'm readying an action to fire.)

 

[Rhialto]

"How is it a lawful order?" asks Jacob quizzically. "As far as I can tell, in a situation where I want my licensed gun to protect myself from--well, let's call it an animal, you tell me to disarm, simply because you are federal agents, even though I've never threatened you with my gun, you have no evidence that I am trying to do anything unlawful with my gun, and at the moment, there is no evidence I'm a suspect, or a witness in this case. Assuming there even is a case, which you have done NOTHING to prove." He crosses his arms. "You are not the KGB. You're not even M15. You have limits. We gave them to you to keep you from being them." He shuts his eyes, and pops the clip out of his pistol. "There. Right now, I cannot fire my gun. Does that make you happy? I suspect that I've actually made us all less safe, in the short-term at least, but I've at least gone along with the spirit of your demands. Now could you stop treating me as the perp on this weeks exciting episode and listen to what I am saying? I think every damn one of us is in real danger here. And probably those poor sherriff deputies, when they arrive. Stop thinking with your badges, and start thinking with your heads."

 

[taitzu52]

Christ, Andrews says to himself, may still have one chambered.

Andrews steps right up to the side of the man and puts the muzzle of the gun an inch from his head. He growls, "So far, you haven't done or said *CED* that does me one bit of good. Now you will drop that weapon or I will blow your brains out!" He holds his gun with one hand, his left is ready in case he takes a swing.

 

[Rhialto]

Jacob stares at him for a moment. "Well, I never really got the meaning of violence being the refuge of the terminally incompetent til now. I mean, it's always worked when I had to use it." He pops his gun open, and gestures at it. "I always carry it chamber empty. Prevents stupid mistakes. Like shooting yourself in the foot." He looks at 'Crockett' wryly. "Ever had that happen to you?"

 

[taitzu52]

"You'd think that thing's your penis, son, the way you're attached to it. And I'd be incompetent if I let you keep holding it. I don't wanna look at it, I want it on the floor." Andrews says calmly as he cocks his trigger. "RIGHT *CED*ING NOW" he yells, as he grabs the unidentified man by the collar, and puts his gun to the back of his head.

(OOC- That'd be a grapple if you care to oppose it. Intention is to hold him in place, i.e. render him helpless. I think this whole discussion has been extremely unrealistic based solely on d20 rules. The lack of fear of a single gunshot has not been an issue at all here. I want to put that to rest. Right now.)

 

[Rhialto]

"There is something in my room. An animal. I think it wants to kill us. I think that if I do not have a gun, the damn thing will get a chance to do that," mutters Jacob as he tries to dodge "Crockett's" swing. He drops his gun. "But you know, I guess being shot by you isn't a big improvement..."

 

[taitzu52]

Andrews exhales deeply, "*CED*ing Christ, man. What the hell are you on?" He keeps his gun on him, saying, "Now do like my partner told you and give him your ID, nice and slowly."

HOPEFULLY, he complies, and Andrews says softly, "Take it, I'll go next door and check on the girl" as he hands Brown his gun. He picks up the man's weapon and loads it again. He moves out into the lot to look in on Jane Allen. Not being able to take it anymore, he lights up a cigarette, not caring about pregnancies, sheriffs, dogs legs or anything else.

 

[Rhialto]

"My name is Jacob Rook," he mutters. "Freelancer. I'm not giving you anything more until you start taking me seriously. I don't know exactly what you're doing here, but it's clearly not a regular investigation. And based on the way you're acting, I think we've both stumbled onto the same thing. That--thing was happy in the dog leg until you started bumping around next door. But somehow--whatever you did, it decided that things were going too far, and now it's trying to make the evidence disappear. And since I didn't find Fido's old owner, I've got a nasty suspicion that it's moved up to us. And if that's the case, then I think that if there are any us's that it's already got to, and you know about them, then now is the time to check on them. Now. While we still can." Images of men and women with arms for legs, or heads sewn on backwards steel through Jacob's head. "I mean--they may seem harmless--even kind of pathetic, but--that might be over now." He takes a deep breath. "I don't think of myself as a cowardly man. Give me enough time, and I can pretty much steel myself to the concept of death. I just want to go down swinging when it happens. That's pretty much all that's kept me going through the years..."

 

[taitzu52]

"Sir, I take state ID or a passport pretty *CED* ing seriously. More so than your chump press pass, but if you think it'll help." says Andrews. "I'm willing to listen to everything you have to say, but so far, you've been nothing but a threat to this investigation. This place is about to get very busy. So you can take this as a last chance. You do exactly as we say, or you and I can continue this conversation in an interrogation room with me and my boss for a few days until you get your phone call." He puts his left hand out, palm up, waiting for some ID.

 

[Rhialto]

"This investigation is it's own worst threat," mutters Jacob. "You can't lock handcuffs on something that doesn't have arms and isn't necessarily from this dimension to start with. I don't know what's happening here, but I know that it doesn't give a flying *CED* about your rules and regulations, and nothing you can do will make it. I've no doubt you can handle ordinary crime just fine, but what we're dealing with now--it's something else. If your best strategy is to call the local police for backup, we've already lost..."

He glances at them. "Also, have you thought about what you're going to tell them when they get here? I'm pretty sure whatever flimsy cover story you've created won't hold when they get on the scene and start encountering the hideous nasties. And when that happens, you are going to be in a lot of trouble, for all your talk about being in charge here..."