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 Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 2:43 pm
With that they were off, ready to trample some grass and light it all ablaze. The first offering on the alter of war.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 2:55 pm
A louder roar dominated over any possible engine-noise the two jeeps or the quad could ever wish for as the massive truck chugged up the way, stopping near the middle of the clearing to disgorge it's twenty-four riders.
Jacob, who was in the mid-front, got out after the driver, and immediately worked the radio, trying to contact the already driving away jeep.
"Hey! Where you going?"
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No response came, they were gone over the hill, and busy with their own transmissions.
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Jacob started by looking around, trying to decide what exactly needed to be done here. It was only moments before the communication came through from base, calling for them to get to the dam.
"Goddamnit... Everybody, back in!"
At that, Jacob pulled the map back out, and got to work. They had to drive somewhere, fast. In a moment more he pointed to the driver, even as he pushed over him to clamber inside, "To those woods, Now."
[Dead Woods.]
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 3:06 pm
"Listen to the ********' CB..." She pointed toward the dam. "CB call. We're heading to the Dam!"
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 3:25 pm
The two slinked out of the Dead woods as the Fuel Depot rose before them. A masterpiece of machinery and greed that supplied all the energy for the Miners. Rivan smirked at the coming fun.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 3:32 pm
Stryphe crouched down behind a dead tree bordering the feul depot grounds. It looked like a random Durem construction site- only with less machinery and way less people manning it. They were "behind" the depot for the most part, right now. Hakan would have to find a vantage point to shoot the fuel from. This was uncharted territory.
"Here's the deal. Hakan's off on his own right now- let's find the fuel tanks and make some fireworks before he has to come out of hiding. Don't be discreet about it- Hakan's our discreet."
He stood up and walked around the side of the garage- still, no one in sight. There was the sound of what seemed like a few workers milling about inside the garage Stryphe was closest to. Fuel tanks weren't too hard to find- he'd see them once getting a view of the yard for sure.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 3:36 pm
Rivan followed closely behind Stryphe, keeping an eye out for anyone who might raise an alarm. Not that it would matter much. He thought out logically where the tanks would be located, he surmised that they would be kept in the front or middle of the building. His guess was greeted by two silos pumping steam and some othe s**t into the atmosphere.
"Psst, Stryphe, See those Silos? That's the refinery. If we can get there, we can get to the fuel."
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 3:36 pm
The one in the office continued watching Wheel of Fortune.
The one milling about the supply shed had come out with a machette tucked in his belt, and a few empty gas tanks he was going to fill up for the men who had just left.
The cowardly one was trying to sneak away... around the back side of the garage.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 3:38 pm
Hakan, too, entered the area. Staying hidden, or as hidden as possible, as he began to string his longbow. His attention was kept on the area around him, as he watched for anyone who might spot him, or the fuel.
Damn, he wished this place had more cover.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 3:38 pm
There was no refinery, Psi.
It's an effing gas station, not a nuclear power plant.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 3:40 pm
From the grass would break a jeep speeding its way. Quin only profecient in getting the thing moving on a course had not yet mastered all the refine aspects of the art of driving; but was doing all right at getting people to their destinations.
"We'll load up on supplies at the depot before moving out again."
So Quin was driving towards the large tanks located around back.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 3:43 pm
The tanks lay out in the open, surrounded by a chain link fence. Rivan chuckled, I guess they never thought about an aerial attack. He thought of all the spell he could use, and the one glaringly obvious one would be fun to watch.
He started to gather the surrounding energy: from the ground, himself, the sky, Stryphe, and even his target. Once he collected enough, he focused all of it into the air above the tanks. He started to form the spell that would destroy the depot.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 3:48 pm
EDIT
Up in smoke went the fuel supplies and their containers. Any fuel left would be on a very limited supply- their mission was complete. Now it was to the damn.
Stryphe yanked himself away from Rivan when he noticed the worker behind the garage and stared the cowardly man down, head to toe.
"...What?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 3:49 pm
Quin could feel the magic taste in the air, it was building up; but to what? But there was something. Angling the jeep to head to the source of this build up, the one controling it Quin sped the jeep.
There were two figures he could see, the one was bathed in magic and pulling as much energy into the area as he could. No good, he had to be stopped, something of that power was no good for anyone.
Gunning the engine Quin would ram the jeep at Rivan before the spell had a chance to complete itself.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 3:51 pm
Tensing up as Quin suddenly gunned the engine, Mooo saw his target--some schmuck who, by the heaviness of the air, was obviously trying to get some kind of spell or technique off. Mooo eased to a low crouch, hanging on to one of the crossbars of the jeep's frame, ready for anything from a drive-by punching to dramatically leaping out of the vehicle to face the guy should Quin NOT flatten his a**.
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Posted: Fri Aug 11, 2006 3:52 pm
((If you were heading towards the tanks, then I don't think you'd have time to actually change direction, locate us, and maneuver yourself around the garage to ram Rivan. But I dunno. The geography here is unclear.))
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