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Post by Storyteller on May 30, 2006 16:40:39 GMT
You hear her gasp, as you start to choke her. After just under a minute, you feel her grow limp in your grip.
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Post by artman01 on May 30, 2006 16:42:13 GMT
I tap Wic on the shoulder and whisper "Now what."
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Post by Smoothie on May 30, 2006 16:43:41 GMT
He nods to the door of the house and drags her toward it, ready to reapply pressure should her state be a deception.
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Post by artman01 on May 30, 2006 16:48:19 GMT
I stay away from the house until Wic can tell them I'm with them and I continue to watch outside
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Post by Storyteller on May 31, 2006 16:14:49 GMT
Wic: You get up to the door, which is slightly ajar. The 'hostage' hasn't showed any signs of movement.
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Post by Smoothie on May 31, 2006 16:19:58 GMT
Wic pushes the door open and carries her in, "Trey! Do not shoot, it is Wictor!" He drops her on the floor and pauses, waiting for a response.
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Post by Storyteller on May 31, 2006 16:42:46 GMT
The first person you see is a tall man, with untidy brown hair, wearing a suit, now slightly ruffled. He back away, bracing himself when you enter, assessing you.
The room is obviously a kitchen. Shutters are closed over what is presumably a window, facing the garden. There's a table, plus all the standard kitchen fittings. Map on request, if you need it. A door leads out into what looks like a hall.
Trey appears from behind the door, pistol in hand.
"Wic, glad to see you."
He indicates the other man, who is now standing properly again, looking slightly more relaxed.
"This is Rann. Whats the score outside?"
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Post by Smoothie on May 31, 2006 16:46:56 GMT
Wic gives a nod to Rann, "Pleasantries later.
"This one was covering your door, not sure how many out front, a few near the van out back. They sounded about ready to leave. If they have your friend, we had better act fast."
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Post by Storyteller on May 31, 2006 16:50:29 GMT
"Some of us could take Michael's car, and follow them, though the car doesn't lend itself to subtlety, or we could split up, one group go round the back, the other block off the van from escaping?"
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Post by Smoothie on May 31, 2006 16:54:27 GMT
"One to the car, the rest of us can try to stop it. I can take out the tires." He pulls out a long bladed punch dagger, punctuating his claim and heads for the door, but watching for their response.
"Better to keep this off the roads."
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Post by Storyteller on May 31, 2006 16:57:46 GMT
Trey: "Sure; who's going to take the car though? At any rate, we need to get the keys off Michael. He's around somewhere."
Rann steps forward slightly, taking a suspicious glance at Wic.
"I'll go in the car. I'll pull it up near the alley entrance. If all else fails, i can still block the van." He grins, showing his sharp fangs.
"Just don't tell Michael that's the plan, or he'll have me turning in a grave."
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Post by Smoothie on May 31, 2006 17:02:45 GMT
Wic smiles, happy with the plan and heads outside.
"John and Jessie are outside, they're on our side."
When he gets close enough to them he whispers, "Do not let the van get away but be careful!."
He then creeps to the fence, to the right of the gate, and peeks over.
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Post by Storyteller on May 31, 2006 17:05:00 GMT
Rann heads out of the kitchen.
Trey follows you down the garden, and you all get ready by the fence, staying out of sight of the gate. You hear an engine start up. At first you think it must be the car, but then you realise it's the van.
You hear someone approach the gate. A male voice hisses into the darkness.
"Karla? Lets move."
I'm assuming you've dumped the girl in the kitchen.
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Post by artman01 on May 31, 2006 17:05:51 GMT
I follow Wic to the fence and peek over as well and wait for Wic's order.
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Post by Smoothie on May 31, 2006 17:08:33 GMT
Wic goes to the gate.
How long can my luck hold out? But if we can pick them off one by one this way...
Wic nods to John as he positions himself behind the gate, waiting for the guy to come to him.
He'll try Eye of the Beast on the guy.
[spending willpower]
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