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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 3:35 pm
The place in question was one of many warehouses strung out in an industrial park area on the outskirts of Durem.
A major rail line ran nearby, allowing for freight to be moved up and down the continent, and in this case into land storage, with incoming freight from Barton in particular.
The warehouse was squeezed between two others, its yard just big enough to allow three articulated lorries and loads to park up, but little more, though an overhead crane in the yard with rails running into the warehouse itself allowed for metal freight units to be moved inside for storage or work.
The yard was edged with barbed wire and a chain link fence, Alsatians and Rottweilers on leashes snarling and growling inside the perimeter. All were chained up for now as the place was busy with its usual nightly performance of work and workers, one of whom the dogs seemed to shy away from as she walked the grouds, checking in with each group she passed and making notes on a clipboard.
Guns were obvious to see on the men and women working in the yard, though none were drawn due to the efforts of shifting crates and boxes into containers and onto a lorry which pulled out while the trio watched
Nines would likely be to first to notice that the rear of the warehouse had an outside fire escape ladder system running up the outside of the building to the office window - assumably for use in an emergency.
None of the targets from the list seemed to be currently in view however.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 3:38 pm
Dagoth pulled himself out of the truck dragging his duffel out slowly, he would take a long look around his surroundings. Taking note of the buildings, where the alleys are, the current level of traffic and most of all the sounds and smells. He cocked his head over to Will and Nines, grinning deeply.
"Well then Jester, I propose that I scout the roof tops. This is hardly the nicest part of towns, we could use some of the local gangs as cover."
The pirate shrugged when he makes the suggestion, it seemed sensible to him.
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 9:23 am
Taking the PDA in hand as he moved toward the back of the truck to pull a quick inventory and grab a few things from it; namely his snub nosed M500 and its gun belt. Seeing that everything was in place as it had been, Will opened up the file on the PDA and began scrolling through it slowly; making sure that each picture was looked over carefully and memorized as well as it could be.
"If what you're wanting to do once the data is in your possession is to kill everyone inside, then you're going to want someone outside to make sure that no-one gets the bright idea of skipping out and running away. Or would you rather keep fatalities narrowed down to the targets in this file here?"
Which answer Will got would determine how excessive the amount of force he would apply would be; if there where no innocents on site, then it would be maximum collateral damage. On the other hand, if it was the designated targets only, than things would be getting much more interesting and difficult.
"Either way, I've got some radios in the back of the truck for when we do go in; I suggest that we use them, unless you like wandering around not knowing where the hell each other are during a firefight?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 11:54 am
Rooftops sounds good.
Nines wasn't too far behind on that reasoning. If he were going to be making an insertion from the second floor, he needed a vantage point and the rooftops made for a good one. Fire code would have ladders or similar means of a speedy exit on most of the buildings. As he continued along, hunting for one, he shrugged.
Job's just the primaries. No real way of knowing if the workers are in on things or are just paid to move cargo and run people off. Ideally they're the former and they get to walk, but ******** knows this is hardly ideal.
There was much more to that statement than either of the two would know, but Nines wasn't about to swap life stories in the field. Rather, he chose a building that would have a reasonable vantage point and made the standing jump to grab hold of the lower ladder rungs.
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 1:06 pm
"Kill em all, throw it down to a gang raid gone wrong. I will be back in an hour. Do me a favour hold this for me?"
Dagoth would surprisingly hand his duffel to Nines with some respect, he was in work mode now and the change was very clear on his face. His eyes had grown darker the colours had changed from a light green into a darker grey. If Nines would take the bag, Dagoth would walk over to Will holding his hand out.
"Dagoth....can I get one of those radios?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 1:45 pm
Nodding to himself as he pulled out a trio of radios and throat mics, Will closed up the back of the truck before moving over towards where Nines and the newly christened Dagoth stood. Handing over the mil-spec radio to Dagoth as he pulled his own on, securing the mic around his throat and pushed the ear bud into his own ear, Will would quickly snap his on and set it to a channel with the best reception.
"William Speirs. I take it you've used a setup similar to this before?"
Turning his attention to the man currently scurrying up the fire escape on the building they stood by, Will would catch the mans attention before tossing said item up at him.
"I've currently got mine set to channel 7; these things have some security on them, so I doubt whoever runs this place will be able to listen in unless they have a mil-spec field radio in there."
Moving out and towards his own warehouse, Will would quietly scale the fire escape before climbing up onto the rooftop and sitting just on the opposite side of the apex of the roof from the site in question.
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 3:34 pm
"No drama, channel 7 got it. Back in an hour."
With that Dagoth ran off into the alleys, he would spend sometime scouting the alleyways and roof tops around their targets. He moved with an unnatural grace as he scaled up and down the ladders and over fences. Every few buildings he'd stop cold watching the target building, noting any subtle movements or guard patrol routes in the note book tucked into the webbing he wore. He'd also make a notch every time someone came to a window trying to get enough a solid look to see if could recognise a face from the pictures. Sadly for Dagoth he could not track if there was any other organised crime in this area, he didn't want to stray too far from where the others where.
He'd return bang on an hour, dropping behind cover and scooting up to meet Will on the roof. He'd hand over the note book, his marks written in common military short hand and along with small maps with marked routes.
" I don't think they are expecting trouble, appears to be light guards armed with only side arms. Inside I don't know the four that came to the window didn't match the pictures and were unarmed."
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 11:18 am
Once on the first landing, Nines paused and watched the introduction between Dag and Will. He nodded, then held his hands open for the radio as it was thrown. He caught the device, then knelt as he carefully began to unravel the wire for the mic and earbud.
Channel seven? Aight. Keep in touch mates.
Nines fitted the earbud and fiddled with the mic. It clacked quietly against the collar, making him cringe slightly as he adjusted it to as comfortable a position as he could, given his peculiar predicament.
Testing, testing...
The radio was in good shape, and he was definitely patched into the line. Rising from his crouch, he began ascending the fire escape towards the roof, where he could maintain a better vantage point.
From there, he spent many long minutes laid out near the edge of the building, peering out into the night to watch the movements of the workers.
Dag's report, when it came, mostly mirrored Nines' own. He spoke in a low growl, preferring to maintain a minimum of audible noise.
They're not packing for trouble, but they've definitely got their eyes open. Most of 'em, at least. Looks like they at least give a damn about their job. Food for thought as well; they may not need guns. Ringleader's a Tzimisce.
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 1:30 pm
"All clear Nines."
Fiddling with the throat mic a bit more as he tried to get comfortable on the buildings roof, Will watched and waited; taking note of the four in the window and growing slightly concerned when they did not show up on the PDA as any of the designated targets. Keying his throat mic once more, Will spoke in a whisper as well; knowing that the throat mic would easily broadcast his voice loud and clear.
"Best bet, go in assuming every body within the fence line is hostile; unless you've got some kind of Bond gadget that can tell the difference between normal humans and Tzimisce toys. Besides going in with more force than necessary will definitely cut down on the hero factor if these are just a bunch of innocents."
Will spoke from quite the bit of experience on this matter, having conducted quite a few raids on enemy holdings such as these before. While fighting vampires was always a rather straightforward affair (i.e. he might be in this building, be ******** careful and take out his head and heart.); humans on the other hand, had the annoying tendency to pull a hero on you when you where not pointing a gun directly at them. Two very large bits of metal still nestled up against his spine where proof of having learned the lesson the hard way.
"If you want to go in quietly and retrieve whatever data you came for before we go hunter/killer on the place, that is fine by me; we'll just give you a little time before we open up hell on the place."
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 2:31 pm
There would be too short sharp bursts of static as Dagoth squeezed the talk buttons on the throat mic. Listening to Will, the pirate grinned he had proposed the same thing to Nines earlier. He removed his jacket and moved over to the duffel that Nines had carried him, giving the merc a short nod he would open the thing up before looking up.
"I agree, let Nines slip in top floor with me doing the same on the ground. Instant your in the server room we begin a heavy assault, no prisoners, no questions."
Dagoth would sit back on his heels, trying to think of what methods he could use to make a snap choice to which one was the cainite kill target.
"Roan told me that they just don't feel right, trust your gut. If it doesn't feel like us or a human shoot it"
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2012 12:36 pm
Nines had no problem giving Dag his kit back; he wasn't going to be humping the gear with him when he made his move anyways. He wasn't quite so keen on the plan, but he wasn't about to argue. He was outnumbered on the call, and he couldn't deny that they had valid points in their reasoning. Keeping his thoughts to himself, Nines instead did a final ammunition and equipment check.
Alright. Give it about five minutes to get in position, another five before the window opens. If the guys on the ground keep up their pattern, I'll be across the grounds and on the ladder shortly after. If someone doesn't mind keeping me covered, I'll be in quickly and the party can start.
Quietly he began to descend from the rooftop. The problem with lots like this; he couldn't just jump from one to the other. So as he crept down the fire ladders, he mentally traced his route to the target. It would take him a few minutes to slip around to the proper facing of the building...at which point he'd make a brief note to the other two.
Ready and waiting.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 7:20 pm
"No problem Nines, need to head back to the truck to grab my equipment for the night anyway. Dag, just lemme know over the radio when to start the noise; I'll find a nice place to let the s**t hit the fan."
Quickly and quietly he would drop down off of the roof of the warehouse and begin sprinting back to his truck. It would take him only a minute or two to get around to the back of it and drop the tailgate and begin pulling out his kit. The usual tac-vest would go on along with the holsters for his main pistol and his snub nose before he would turn back to the large case before him and pull out a heavy backpack full of HMG ammo. Next out would be the harness for the weapon in the case; each clip and buckle securing to his vest and cinched tight before he pulled the machine gun out of the case and secured it to the harness.
So, laden with ammo, pistols, and his Kord Heavy Machine Gun, Will would make his was slowly towards the main gate of the compound to wait for the signal to go; tugging back on the charging handle the moment that Dag gave him the word to open hell.
"Ready to go on your order."
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 3:11 pm
Dagoth unzipped the duffel pulling out an FN SCAR light, he carefully placed the unloaded weapon on the roof top. Filling the empty pockets on his webbing with his spare magazines and two frag grenades. He slowly picked the weapon up and adjusted the straps so fit snug to his body but allowed enough freedom of movement in case he needed to swing. Clicking a magazine in to rifle and cocking with a clock worked drill, the pirate reached around with his right hand to his back making sure the draw on the short sword was smooth. Luckily for Dagoth the blade had been master crafted for an upside down draw. He initially followed Will with his duffel dropping it in truck. From their it was a brief sprint to the edge of the fence following its shadows around with his unnatural grace. In one quick and smooth movement he was up and over the fence moving from shadow to shadow, after a minute or two he would reach a side door. The pirate would place his hand on the door lock, keeping his eyes out for any guards as he waiting. Once the 'go' would happen he'd channel his magic through his palm and melt the door lock out. Clicking his throat mic with his spare hand.
"In position, go in 60 seconds"
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 12:26 pm
The slow creep to the rooftop access was done with a deliberate care to remain unseen in the flickering lights of the old lot. Ample shadows were cast by trucks, loading equipment and cargo to provide shelter from watchful eyes, the trick was to move only when the guards' attention lay elsewhere. Thus Nines' trail was a convoluted one requiring him to skulk around the edges of the lot from cover to cover before he felt there was an opening large enough to brave a brazen walk across the lot. He would have felt much more comfortable had he thought to procure a set of overalls to at least try and look like he fit in, though he was fairly certain such measures wouldn't have helped much; he did tend to strike a memorable face wherever he went.
Reaching the roof access, all pretense of deliberate, steady pacing was thrown to the wind. Bodily wrenching himself from the ground and throwing himself upwards, he made a mad lunge and all but fell over the edge of the wall onto the roof. Making no pause, he scrambled to his feet and darted forward, pushing off the balls of his feet in a lunge for the window.
Ready when you are, gentlemen.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2012 7:00 pm
"Copy, go in sixty."
Counting off the seconds in his head, Will would kneel down in the shadow of the alleyway and across from the dumpster at its opening, and draw his main sidearm. Making one last check to make sure it was loaded and ready to go, Will took a slow easy aim at the lamp post above the main gate; posted right above the guard station and bathing the entrance to the gated compound in light.
5......
4......
3......
2...*POP*
Right before the last second ticked, Will's pistol went off, punching through the thick glass cover of the lap post and bursting the large light inside; the light giving off a massive bang, easily scaring the crap out of those on guard or not paying attention.
The mini-explosion of the lap light signaling its death knell was soon forgotten by all those involved as the 12.7x108mm machine gun in Will's hands opened up on full auto; hosing everyone in sight with a mixture of armor piercing incendiary and tracer rounds. If anyone was confused as to what had happened earlier, the sound of Will's Kord tearing the guards to ribbons would certainly clarify things for them. Picking the gun up by the bi-pod and pistol grip, Will would begin to trudge in through the now open and undefended compound; giving anyone or anything foolish enough to make their presence known a heavy burst of death for their troubles.
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