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Post by Storyteller on Sept 27, 2006 20:49:32 GMT
Jessie gets out with you, and you approach the others as they get out of the SUV. Michael straightens his coat, trying to conceal a slight bulge by his right arm.
He grins a Trey.
"Take a look at the street. Can you guess where we're headed?"
The area looks pretty clear, there's only one other guy you can see on this road, though many of the lights in the houses are on.
The man walks down the opposite side of the street, in your direction, though not heading for you. He's looked your way a few times, but that's probably just natural at seeing a large group of people arrive.
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Post by Smoothie on Sept 27, 2006 23:05:50 GMT
Wic tries not to give the guy any hard stares, as he might just be a 'concerned neighbor'. He just keeps with the group and watches the guy out of his peripheral vision.
[Wic activates Vigor]
Under his breath he says, "Let's try not to look too scary," indicating the possible bystander. "Some bodies should head to the back and the side to cover exits, while the rest of us storm in from the front. That is, unless someone has a better plan. If not, are there any volunteers?"
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Post by artman01 on Sept 28, 2006 0:26:54 GMT
I nod to the others as we come together. "Ill take the back."
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Sept 29, 2006 20:01:08 GMT
I look at John then Wic.
"I'll take the back, too. Unless there're any objections?"
I take a glance at Mike and Marla. It is their operation.
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Post by Storyteller on Sept 29, 2006 22:21:00 GMT
Jessie: "Then i'll take the front as well."
Mike: "That sounds like a plan, but the key thing at this stage is not to be noticed. Likelyhood is, they're not expecting anyone specific, and if we can get into the house without being spotted, the battle should be pretty much one. Anyone gets downed, one person tries to move them out, while the others cover and withdraw, and we pull back. It's unlikely, but we need to be safe. If things go wrong, and we get split, meet back here A-Sap. Are we clear?"
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Post by Smoothie on Oct 1, 2006 6:32:50 GMT
"I like that plan, Mike.
"Who can open the door quietly? I might be able to, but it is not my speciality."
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Post by artman01 on Oct 3, 2006 15:42:20 GMT
"I may beable to get it open. Its been awhill since iv done anything like that."
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Oct 3, 2006 23:52:09 GMT
"Ditto. I know how to pick locks, but I'm not necessarily good at it."
Besides, with my old crew we didn't have to pick locks. If the idiots we were after didn't open the door when we knocked, we tore the door down. This time, that doesn't seem like such a good idea.
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Post by Smoothie on Oct 5, 2006 6:01:14 GMT
"...Then there are always windows." Wic snorts in a hoarse whisper.
We really need to get set up with walkie-talkies.
That will probably happen about the time we run out of operations like this.
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Post by Storyteller on Oct 5, 2006 18:26:14 GMT
"Then myself and Marla will come in from the front as well. The guys at the back need to stop anyone getting out, and if we get a signal to you, come in and support us."
"Let's move."
Michael briefly looks round, thrusts his hands into his jacket pockets, and strikes out, across the road, towards the house.
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Post by Smoothie on Oct 5, 2006 22:55:03 GMT
Wic follows.
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Post by artman01 on Oct 7, 2006 19:22:18 GMT
Alright John time to put your game face on.
"Allright Trey lets do it." I follow the others across the road and look for some cover to sneak around to the back.
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Post by Treyvon Johnson on Oct 9, 2006 1:09:48 GMT
I make sure my hood's secure before I follow John without a word. I keep my eyes open on the house, just in case we missed something. It feels wierd sneaking in. Very wierd.
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Post by Storyteller on Oct 9, 2006 20:32:22 GMT
Jessie splits off behind Wic, trying to keep a short distance.
For those heading round the back, the best bet for getting through to the back unseen, but the difficulty comes in getting into the cover of the fence without being spotted from the house. Assuming someone is watching, of course.
Mike walks along the pavement, moving as if to walk past the house. He lowers one hand to his side, palm towards you, and waves it slightly, as if waving you backwards.
I'll put a map together for the next update.
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Post by Storyteller on Oct 15, 2006 22:36:00 GMT
I though you guys might post between, but oh well.
Michael carries on walking, trying to seem casual. After a few more seconds he stops, crouches slightly, looking at the house, then he gets up and walks on, beckoning you to follow.
When he's on the sidewalk, level with the front door, he stops, and waits for you to catch up. You're all concious that you're in full view of the windows, though most of them are boarded up.
"Right, here's where we split up."
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