THE MATRIX: Ghosts of Tomorrow
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((I'm going on vacation to the beach tomorrow for a week. Update again when I get back! Reminder not to read text of 'the other' color.))
While in the ventilation shafts, you hear someone talking. --assuming you stop to listen, here-- The plain voice of an agent barely filters through the aluminium duct walls, and is soon joined by a similar, but slightly lower voice.
"I do not know what to do with this one. It is..too much."
"It will be over soon. There are not many of them left."
"But we cannot destroy it. His programming is hidden."
"We will find a way soon. I--Listen. Above us."
"I hear nothing."
"As I was saying, ...."
The voices trail off, and you hear footsteps and the creak of a closing door.
Prying the elevator doors open is easy, no roll required. However, you duck instinctively back into the elevator shaft as soon as you see the heavy
that they're using for surveilance in the hallway, which runs strait for a long distance, walls completely featureless, and ends at a single door.
While in the ventilation shafts, you hear someone talking. --assuming you stop to listen, here-- The plain voice of an agent barely filters through the aluminium duct walls, and is soon joined by a similar, but slightly lower voice.
"I do not know what to do with this one. It is..too much."
"It will be over soon. There are not many of them left."
"But we cannot destroy it. His programming is hidden."
"We will find a way soon. I--Listen. Above us."
"I hear nothing."
"As I was saying, ...."
The voices trail off, and you hear footsteps and the creak of a closing door.
Prying the elevator doors open is easy, no roll required. However, you duck instinctively back into the elevator shaft as soon as you see the heavy
that they're using for surveilance in the hallway, which runs strait for a long distance, walls completely featureless, and ends at a single door.Bob Aberton
First Post
"Sh*t," Veritas hisses. "This is really not good. Long hall, no cover, one door at the end. Who's got the cell? Are there any airducts or something?" He leans out of the doorway to give the others a chance to see what the hallway looks like. "Pity the I in AI really does stand for 'intelligent...' "
Thomas Hobbes
First Post
Augustine purses his lips. "I think," he says, with obvious reluctance, "that we have to sit pretty here until the distraction happens." He looks carefully for observation devices, and keeps his senses strained for anything other than a free mind.
Back from the beach. South Carolina, where the water is warmer than the air!
At the end of the part of the duct system that you were advised to traverse, you can see through an air intake grate. A stale breeze continually whistles past you, thankfully providing a bit of background noise to cover your metallic thumps. Through the great, you can see two guards standing at the door to the hub.
You hear a thump from inside the room. Then, a thin mist sifts out of the key hole, drifts a few feet, then solidifies...into Agent white. The door bursts open, revealing two more agents. Both have drawn their guns. None of the three have as of yet noticed the open elevator shaft. The air tenses, as if in anticipation of the plethora of bullets that are about to rip it to ribbons. How do you respond?
At the end of the part of the duct system that you were advised to traverse, you can see through an air intake grate. A stale breeze continually whistles past you, thankfully providing a bit of background noise to cover your metallic thumps. Through the great, you can see two guards standing at the door to the hub.
You hear a thump from inside the room. Then, a thin mist sifts out of the key hole, drifts a few feet, then solidifies...into Agent white. The door bursts open, revealing two more agents. Both have drawn their guns. None of the three have as of yet noticed the open elevator shaft. The air tenses, as if in anticipation of the plethora of bullets that are about to rip it to ribbons. How do you respond?
Thomas Hobbes
First Post
Blast and bother thinks Augustine. Two agents. Three of us, plus Mr. White, who's really a wild card. Oh well. Style it is.
Augustine steps out into the corridor, smiling a friendly smile at the three suited men. He removes his sunglasses.
"Good day, gentlemen. Lovely weather we're having." Augustine takes a few steps forward, and extends his hand to the rogue agent. "White. You'll pardon me if I can't settle on an honorific." He nods at the two other agents. "These gentlemen seem to be waiting, so I'll be brief. An offer: come with us, and we can get you out. What choices you make from there are, of course, yours." Augustine tenses, ready for action, and prays.
ooc: I suppose I'm trying to keep the agents off balance (look at the human talk! Silly human!) long enough to finish my schpiel. If you wish, consider it a mind check to do so; failure would presumably mean they start shooting before I finish.
Augustine steps out into the corridor, smiling a friendly smile at the three suited men. He removes his sunglasses.
"Good day, gentlemen. Lovely weather we're having." Augustine takes a few steps forward, and extends his hand to the rogue agent. "White. You'll pardon me if I can't settle on an honorific." He nods at the two other agents. "These gentlemen seem to be waiting, so I'll be brief. An offer: come with us, and we can get you out. What choices you make from there are, of course, yours." Augustine tenses, ready for action, and prays.
ooc: I suppose I'm trying to keep the agents off balance (look at the human talk! Silly human!) long enough to finish my schpiel. If you wish, consider it a mind check to do so; failure would presumably mean they start shooting before I finish.
Festy_Dog
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Ferret raises two fingers to those further down the shaft, then points through the grate to where the guards are.
He draws one pistol, taking ample time to aim at a guard's head. Once he's sure of the shot he waits for any objections from the others. If there's no complaints he does the following:
He puts a single bullet into one guard's head, then twists his torso slightly to bring the other guard into his sights dispatching him as well.
All done within a heart beat.
He holsters the pistol and kicks out the grating, fluidly dropping from the shaft and landing gracefully on the floor. He draws his G36C from under his jacket as he turns about, unfolding the stock and bringing it to his shoulder so as to cover his allies' descent into the hallway.
He draws one pistol, taking ample time to aim at a guard's head. Once he's sure of the shot he waits for any objections from the others. If there's no complaints he does the following:
He puts a single bullet into one guard's head, then twists his torso slightly to bring the other guard into his sights dispatching him as well.
All done within a heart beat.
He holsters the pistol and kicks out the grating, fluidly dropping from the shaft and landing gracefully on the floor. He draws his G36C from under his jacket as he turns about, unfolding the stock and bringing it to his shoulder so as to cover his allies' descent into the hallway.
Bob Aberton
First Post
Veritas walks forward, keeping slightly behind Augustine. He tenses his left arm (where the knife is hidden up the sleeve), but says nothing yet, hoping Augustine can keep the Agents distracted for a little while longer.
(OOC: Who has the cell phone, anyway?)
(OOC: Who has the cell phone, anyway?)
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