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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Festy_Dog" data-source="post: 1566666" data-attributes="member: 2561">[ooc: In order to keep this game afloat until definite word from Douane on whether this is still going, I'm writing a series of creative 'bumps'. Here's the first.]Kevin had stopped strumming five minutes before, after strumming the same tune for twenty minutes his fingers weren't exactly pleased, he was a little worried that they'd start bleeding if he had kept going. Though he knew he had to soak up every piece of information the accountant spat out, right now he was having enough trouble staying awake. He couldn't help it, accountants were naturally boring, and he started to doze.A dream, a memory, maybe some of both, started to play in his head. An interesting deviation from a slow-moving lecture..."Team Alpha, go time," one voice said, and the shadows in the alleyway seemed to spawn six dark figures.Six figures in jet black, from balaclavas to combat boots, wielded suppressed sub-machineguns. An overly complex electronic lock on a rear entrance to a seemingly average commercial building was in their way. It was out of their way in thirty seconds.Once inside the building, the group paused. The voice from before spoke again."Four and Six, take the security room. Everyone else is with me. Go," and the group split up.In the alley on the opposite side of the building Beta Team was behind schedule, possibility of detection had pushed back their starting time by almost a minute. Seven wasn't pleased, there were many occasions when late did about as much good as never, and he was worried this was one of them."Fast breach, now,” he said, urgency in his voice.Eight slapped a door breaching charge on the building’s other side entrance. At the street end of the alley Twelve gave a thumbs up, then the charge went off with a dull ‘whump’. Ten followed this up with a flash-bang through the doorway.Five members of Beta Team poured through the space where the door was, guns raised, expecting trouble. There was no retaliation, no alarm, not even an elderly security guard cowering somewhere filling his adult diaper.“F<img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" />ck,” Ten said, realising any sign of things not normal can only mean something worse.“Proceed as planned,” Seven said sternly, “Eight and Nine, with me, Ten and Eleven, cut the power, Twelve…”Twelve wasn’t there. Seven stuck his head back out the door, but Twelve wasn’t at where he last saw him, the alley entrance was clear. It was Seven’s turn to swear.“Twelve’s MIA, go,” he said, and the group broke up.[ooc: And that's the first bump, hope it reads alright.]</blockquote>

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