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Post by Smoothie on May 30, 2006 10:41:34 GMT
Wic looks over the fence into the yard of the target house.
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Post by Storyteller on May 30, 2006 10:43:51 GMT
You can see light coming from a half-closed door on the back of the house, but not enough to fully light up the garden. You can make out a gate at the back of the garden, open, with someone crouched a few meters away from it, inside the garden. A single plant, or small tree, is halfway up the garden.  The pink blob is the 'person', the blue one is tree/plant. The gate and door should be obvious. The only thing to be wary of is the scale; the garden and house are disproportionate in size; ie. the garden is longer than it would indicate, about 15 meters, and the house would go further forward. |
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Post by Smoothie on May 30, 2006 10:53:52 GMT
Wic ducks back down and turns to John. With one hand he puts a finger to his lips; combined with the look on his face, it's clear it's a command, not a request. With his other hand, he points at his own eyes and holds up one finger. All the while being careful not to stick himself with the punch daggers he is holding.
Then looking intently at John, he issues the following orders: He points at John, then holds up a hand palm out, fingers together, then points at him again, then points to his eyes, then to himself, all the while mouthing words but not speaking.
you...wait...you...watch...me
He carefully looks over the back of the fence for anyone that might be able to see into the yard. If no one is in a position to do so, he does the following:
He does his best to scale the fence unseen and unheard, then he moves slowly to a spot between the gate and the man in the yard. He'll be watching for anyone outside the gate. If no one is there to spot him, he'll strike the man in the yard from behind.
[Moving stealthy: Willpower, Attack: Vigor is active, all out attack, spend blood and willpower]
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Post by Storyteller on May 30, 2006 14:30:46 GMT
You peer over into the alley. From your position, you can't see anyone, though you can still hear movement and hushed voices; as far as you can guess, they're on the other side of the van to you (ie. at the back of it).
You slip back down, and slide up and over the fence. You land quite silently, you couldn't fault yourself on that, but the figure in the yard reacts, turning in your direction. You're pretty sure he can't see you, so you freeze for a second. He stays where he is, starting to fiddle with something on his belt.
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Post by Smoothie on May 30, 2006 15:07:12 GMT
Flashlight? Gun?
Wic sprints at the man.
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Post by Storyteller on May 30, 2006 15:33:22 GMT
You run at him, taking the advantage. The figure stops fiddling with the belt, producing a small flashlight, which they point at you. By this point, however, it's fairly futile, as you're almost upon them.
Despite having no advanced warning, they're still alert enough to dodge to the side of your oncoming form, and you quickly stop on the other side of them. Spinning round, you quickly take the woman in. She has a flashlight in her left hand, and an automatic in her right. You can see Jessie drop from the fence.
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Post by Smoothie on May 30, 2006 15:43:38 GMT
Wic drops his hands down and cocks his head to the side, staring her in the eyes.
Eye of the Beast
He grins his unnaturally wide grin.
[spending Willpower]
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Post by Storyteller on May 30, 2006 15:51:58 GMT
Discipline: Success!
She opens her mouth, about to shout something out, but then her eyes meet yours, and she freezes, her mouth still open, her face such a picture of pure fear, that it almost disturbs you.
Nice to know you can still have some effect on women.
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Post by Smoothie on May 30, 2006 16:04:41 GMT
Wic puts his knives away and slowly takes the weapon and the flashlight from her hands, stroking them affectionately as he does so.
He pockets the flashlight and holds the gun in his left hand, offering it to the others. Then he pulls out his phone with the other and taps out a message with his thumb.
He's sure to keep an eye on the gate and nods to it so that the others watch it too.
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Post by artman01 on May 30, 2006 16:04:56 GMT
I watch as he does his thing keeping an eye out for anyone else. After he encounters the women I go over the fence and stay crouched a short distance away and continue to keep a look out. I let Jessie have the gun and take back my knife.
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Post by Storyteller on May 30, 2006 16:09:26 GMT
Jessie takes the gun in her right hand, tucking John's blade away.
"I'll probably be more use with this" she whispers.
The woman must have short hair, as only a little pokes out from a beanie hat. What you can see looks to be blonde. Neither is she, it can be said, the prettiest thing you've ever encountered. Far from it really.
"So, what now? We can't just stand out here."
Artman, do you have MSN or anything? It'll just be easier for notifiying you of posts
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Post by Smoothie on May 30, 2006 16:23:10 GMT
Wic motions for Jessie to watch the gate and for John to come closer. He walks around behind the woman and motions that they both beat her. Thumbs up thumbs down?
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Post by artman01 on May 30, 2006 16:23:41 GMT
I look for something to tie the women up with and to gag her. and shake my head no at Wic
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Post by Storyteller on May 30, 2006 16:33:31 GMT
Jessie moves just out of sight of the gate, crouching, gun ready.
John: You do a quick scout of the yard, but there's nothing handy that could be used to tie her up.
Wic: You watch the woman. She isn't motionless any more, but she's shaking. You're not really concerned though, she shouldn't get her senses back just yet.
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Post by Smoothie on May 30, 2006 16:38:49 GMT
Wic will gently, lovingly brush the dust and dandruff off her shoulders, then, still from behind, he'll lock her in a ruthless chokehold.
If successful, he'll try to put her unconcious without killing her.
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