"LITTLE MAN IS GETTING AWAY!" Misha yelled as he saw the foreman making a run for it.
George repositions his MG, aiming at the roof other potshots were coming from, and unloads.
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Kevin prays slowly and deliberately. He uses his left hand to remove the right hand from his eyes and looks at Julia. "The note will explain everything to Rodney. Thank you for dealing with me. Tell my son that I loved him and that I wish I spent more time with him. Tell him I'm proud of him." Kevin moved his right arm straight up and molded his right hand into a fist. A henna tattoo is now visible on his right wrist.
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Kevin exclaimed, "Kach Chai!" and died peacefully.
Voronov eases through the warehouse, staying as quiet as she can, till she peeks out towards the front. She spots the foreman, and the weapon he was holding. Could probably take him out. She reaches into her pocket and screws the PB's silencer on.
She then eases her weapon up, takes aim, and fires a round aimed at the man's heart.
Rodney watches Voronov, thinking "Shit, you prepared for everything. What else you got up your sleeve?"
He returns to peeking around the warehouse, ready to act if required.
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[QUOTE=SniperComZero;49694671]George repositions his MG, aiming at the roof other potshots were coming from, and unloads.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[7]: George then turned to the sound of potshots aimed for all of them he spotted the sniper and unloaded as best as he could hoping to land a hit from this distance. Eventually he heard a clank or maybe something else but he definitely saw the sniper reacting, holding his shoulder together.
[QUOTE=Infab;49694683]Voronov eases through the warehouse, staying as quiet as she can, till she peeks out towards the front. She spots the foreman, and the weapon he was holding. Could probably take him out. She reaches into her pocket and screws the PB's silencer on.
She then eases her weapon up, takes aim, and fires a round aimed at the man's heart.[/QUOTE]
Mini Roll[8]: From this scenery she eased her way and aimed, being silent as possible and hoping he doesn't see her. She muttered, a perfect shot. She pulled the trigger and penetrated through his torso, right where she wanted it. The foreman staggered back and fell on his backside.
George shouted over to Julia, "Hey, help me take this motherfucker out, I'd like to mourn with only one fuckin' breathing hole in my head!" While he was still unloading it on him.
"Excellent." she whispered, before glancing back at Rodney. She gives him an 'okay' hand gesture, and moves up.
Rodney moves up with Voronov.
[I should probably head off to bed. 3am and I gotta be up early tomorrow. You can use Rodney as an NPC for now.]
Julia lays Kevin down and looks back to George. "How can I? I only got a pistol! Have anything that has more range?" she shouts.
"Fuckin- I dunno, try climbing up there to kick his ass!"
Julia nods and runs for a fire escape that leads up to the top floor where the sniper was last seen. She tries to climb up as fast as she can.
[RIP Kevin]
Patience is key. That is something Viktor had grown to embrace over the years. As the rest of his team engaged the foremen, Viktor had already entered a sniping position across the street.
Using some old tricks from his Spetsnaz-days, he had managed to reduce the amount of glare coming from his scope.
The result was the closest he could ever go in terms of being invisible. With his Vintorez in hand and fully geared up with a hooded jacket, boonie hat, mask, chestrig and thigh holster he scanned the area for any more potential targets.
Luke wander to the streets and sighed. This area was a place to meet up with certain people, people who had connections around town and it was crowded. Enough to spark off suspicion. He entered through the pawn shop and saw wrecked up items and spilled liquor. He spited on the pavement. And wander out of there. Nothing he said in thought before someone tapped on his hand.
"Hello Mister." He turned behind him and saw a little girl. Luke rolled his eyes and had his hand ready.
"Let me guess, you're working with Kellogg? If so kid then I propose you a gun in my holster." Luke warned her sternly. The girl was 5'0, scarlet long hair and was smiling despite the warning. She giggled and moved forward.
"Kid, don't try it." Luke unholstered the HP Browning and pointed at. The kid observed the gun pointing towards her and then gave an ooh sound. "That's an HP Browning, designed by John Browning and completed by Belgium. That one is nickel plated with adjustable sights, and you've fixed the overbite problem by replacing the hammer." She pointed upwards.
"Answer me!" Luke yelled. The girl giggled and immediately grabbed Luke's wrist, hauling his entire body and slammed him onto the ground. He groaned and saw his own gun giving him the biggest death glare he could see.
"How can you survive in this city without acting on your own instinct?" She asked him. Luke gritted his teeth. "Silly man, I didn't come to kill you. I came to scavenge for items."
"What?! Then why didn't you say anything?!"
"You didn't ask." She told him with the gun still pointed at him. She closed her eyes and laughed. She ejected the clip and slid the slide back, unloading the round. She then extended the hand to Luke only for to pull it back when Luke's hand was close enough.
"You from around here Mister?" She wondered
Luke admitted this wasn't his first time here in Sanskirt but it certainty wasn't enough to get well adjusted to the city. All he knew was the key organizations and specific associates Spade had.
"Why be here if you're not willing to shoot first?" Luke then chuckled, still on the pavement and shook his head. "I have standards. You're just a kid." Luke admitted. She tilted her head and look up in the skies. "This city is death and its inhabitants have nothing to atone for and so they live here until they are killed."
"That's very pessimistic of you." He got off the ground and dusted away his pants, towering over her. "So you're not working with Kellogg?" Luke dared to ask. The girl shook her head. "I work by myself. Marianne's Services." She said pulling out a card drawn out in crayon, including the phone number. "Why give me this?" Luke asked with confusion, flipping it over to see anything.
"For the consumer who wants help. Friends are great to have." Marianne gestured before turning to face towards the broke down entrance. "Farväl Mister." Luke knew that language and raised an eyebrow. He sighed and parted ways with the girl, getting his gun back.
...
The lone foreman who decided to do nothing raised his hands in the air and made no sudden movements at all. He waited and waited until someone might rescue him.
[I'm back. RIP Kevin. May you find the grandest doughnuts in heaven.]
Frank moved closer to the foreman carefully. He looked at Voronov and Rodney. "If he tries something, he's dead." Frank got closer and tripped the foreman, laying him down on his stomach. He put his boot at the back of his head and started demanding answers. "Kellogg's location, him and you'r friends connection and anything else that may extend your life. Now!"
"Answer the man, or else..." Misha added as he slammed his two massive fist together, making a loud threatening slam.
Mikhail shouted to Georege. "Get into the car! Now!"
He started up the car and decided to ram the teens while trying to shield Julia with the car as well as pick her up.
This had all gone to hell real fast, but such is the nature of the city.
[You're a little late on the teens.]
The foreman gritted his teeth and immediately yelled. "Khaosen St, he's located in the Great Naga, large compound. You can't miss it!"
Frank applied a little more pressure to the back of the foreman's head "Anything else? Any more surprises from him or his goons?"
[Oh well, roll for car shield]
"How am I supposed to know? I ain't a fucking radar!"
"No, but you work for him." Frank crouched leaned and took the foreman's gun from his belt."You won't be needing this." He released him from the pressure. "One last thing. If I even smell that you didn't tell the truth, I'm coming back." He looked at the group. "Let's go." While walking outside he raised his hand above his head with a thumbs up for Viktor.
"Very well. Let us go to where Frosted Flakes is hiding at." Misha agreed.
"Not just yet. We need to meet up with the others back at the safehouse, restock and rearm. Kellogg already got the drop on us, best to make sure we can avoid it."
Viktor nodded and broke off from his position, he went to rendevouz with the others on the street after making a final quick scan of the area.
"Anyone hit?" asked Viktor, his Vintorez slung on his back and with his silenced Makarov in hand.
"Everyone is fine, Viktor. Come on. The sooner we get back, the sooner we can hit the bastard."
"Da, the police is probably already on their way." He then went ahead towards the foreman and bashed him in the back of his head, knocking him unconscious.
Viktor then formed up and followed Frank.
Voronov followed after Frank and Viktor, glancing back at Rodney as she went. She needed a rifle if she was gonna do proper damage. Her RPKS preferably.
[I drop out, time zones suck]
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