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Post by Storyteller on May 15, 2006 14:57:06 GMT
John: You're weapons are nicely in place, so all's good. Unless you get searched by some cop, then all goes to hell in a handbasket.
Jessie bundles into the back of the cab with you, and you drive off.
The driver takes a look at the bill, and then back at the road.
"Got it."
You're thrown back slightly by the acceleration.
About 6 minutes later, you disembark the cab, a block away from the address you were given.
I'll knock up an area map later, at a work computer, so don't have quite the right tools to make one here.
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Post by artman01 on May 16, 2006 4:04:10 GMT
After the cab pulls away i pull out one of my small throwing knifes and give it a quick whirl around my fingers to loosen them up.
"so Wic whats the plan."
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Post by Smoothie on May 16, 2006 8:57:28 GMT
Wic hands the driver the bill then he starts walking in the direction of the house.
In answer to to John, "First, we need to know who not to kill. Also, understand that we are taking knives to a gunfight so don't let them see you coming. More than that we'll know in a moment."
He hits the send button to call Trey.
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Post by Storyteller on May 17, 2006 18:09:40 GMT
You can hear shooting up ahead, but, after a few seconds, it dies down. Phone call in 'Phone Call 2' on Treyvon's boardJessie turns to John. "This may not be the time to bring this up. Well, actually, it seems like just the time, but i'm not really 'armed' at the moment. Anything you can help out with?"
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Post by artman01 on May 17, 2006 23:29:59 GMT
I look at Jessie a moment and then pull out my big knife. "all I have is a knife. Oh and please dont lose it."
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Post by Smoothie on May 18, 2006 4:51:39 GMT
Wic waves them forward as he moves forward and left at a 45 degree angle to the road, putting a house between them and the target house, then turning parellel to the road and moving up to the wall of that house. He motions the others to take a look from the right side while he looks from the left.
[Is that clear?]
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Post by artman01 on May 19, 2006 20:33:33 GMT
I follow Wic's order and slowly look around the side of the house
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Post by Storyteller on May 20, 2006 12:08:00 GMT
Er, i kind of get you. By my reading, you're wanting to move along the front of the house that is, on the diagram, to the left of the target house, while the others approach by the other side of the street. Is that right? I'll post assuming it is, and if it's not, we can always make some alterations.
One other thing to take into account, which i realise i didn't include on the diagram, is that these houses have (rather small) front gardens, they don't face directly onto the pavement/sidewalk/whatever.
Wic: You move along, crossing the garden of the
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Post by Storyteller on May 20, 2006 12:13:45 GMT
Er, i kind of get you. By my reading, you're wanting to move along the front of the house that is, on the diagram, to the left of the target house, while the others approach by the other side of the street. Is that right? I'll post assuming it is, and if it's not, we can always make some alterations.
One other thing to take into account, which i realise i didn't include on the diagram, is that these houses have (rather small) front gardens, they don't face directly onto the pavement/sidewalk/whatever.
Wic: You move along, crossing the garden of the house to your left, and moving along, sticking close to the building, to remain out of sight.
Taking in the street, you see a few sparsely-parked cars, and a white van, across the street from the address you were given.
As you reach the corner of the building, you peer round, trying to remain in cover, and see the house. It's a non-descript, two-floor, fairly small house, with a very flash looking sports car, one you recognise from somewhere, parked in the driveway.
The ground floor has two windows, one to the left of the front door, one to the right. From the right window, which appears to be smashed, you can see a light on.
John/Jessie: You follow the street along, the opposite side of the road to Wic. A car passes you as you walk, but it just continues past.
You move to a position just across the street from the house Wic's sheltering by, just before the target house, and look ahead.
For a description of the street/house, see above.
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Post by Smoothie on May 20, 2006 23:33:52 GMT
Assuming north is at the top of the map, I meant we move up to the house just west of the target house, to the west wall, Wic to the north corner and them to the south corner. We take a look from our prospective corners, then attempt to communicate and take our next step. So, I think Wic has a view behind the target house. What does he see?
Wic is keeping the phone line with Trey open.
After we each get a good look, Wic moves to toward John and Jessie to confer with them. As he looks from their corner of the building, he whispers, "There's a girl out here that's one of our friends, we need to keep her alive and take as many others alive as we can." He watches the van.
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Post by artman01 on May 21, 2006 4:58:45 GMT
"Ok what does she look like."
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Post by Smoothie on May 21, 2006 15:10:15 GMT
Into the phone: "What does she look like?"
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Post by Storyteller on May 22, 2006 18:34:46 GMT
Wic: You have to peer over the fence of the garden of the house you're next to, but you can see over to the target house.
It's too dark to make much out, but you think you can see at least two figures running towards the back of the garden. Looking along north of your position, you realise there's a lane running between the two rows of houses on the block.
John/Jessie: mostly what i said before, slightly less detailed.
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Post by Smoothie on May 23, 2006 8:32:20 GMT
In response to John, "Black hair, beautiful, smokes."
Spotting the men running, Wic hisses to get his friends attention, waves them over to follow him and uses the lane behind the houses to go toward the back yard/garden of the target house.
He's moving along quietly and cautiously, being careful not to get spotted. He moves ahead of the others, using hand signals to keep a good interval between them.
I hope these 'friends' do not alert the others... I had better be careful myself, lest I be the one!
Wic mutters something into the phone then shoves it into a pocket. Then both his hands have pointed blades protruding from the fists.
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Post by artman01 on May 23, 2006 10:30:45 GMT
Oh black hair, beautiful, smokes. Well that narrows it down to about a billion women in the US alone. I follow trying to keep behind Wic a short distance and not make any noise. I pull out my other throwing knife.
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