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 Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 8:45 pm
((We'll see how easy it is to hang on to that notebook throughout the RP.))
They finally began to slow, as their ride became more and more rough. Connor stopped the car and they got out.
The wheels, which had been designed for the smooth, hard floor of the hangar and nothing else, were pretty much shot. Driving the vehicle would be all but impossible.
"We need to get back to help Tiki and Xander," Connor said. He looked around. "The sun will be going down within two hours. We need a plan."
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 8:49 pm
((The notebook is useless anyway, man - he needs tools far more precise than you can get without government backing. It's not like he can go on E-bay and get the parts he needs. I mean, he can assemble all of these, but not a gun that doesn't exist IRL.)) Kurtis frowned. "We're not exactly super-spies, here," Kurtis pointed out somewhat despondently. "We can't really just sneak around and grab them. We don't know where they'll be, how to contact them, anything."
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 8:51 pm
"They'll be in my office, since that's the original objective and Tiki has yet to fail me in a mission. We need to find a way to get in there."
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 8:51 pm
((Ok, thanks!))
Esther scanned over the papers. Most of it didn't make much sense to her what with all the technical and scientifical details. She labored through the few parts that she could understand, if even a little until she got to the end. She studied that part carefully. After all, that was normally the part that held a summary of some sort. Still she couldn't gather much from it, but it was just enough for her to have an idea of where to go.
"I guess we need to go to Australia," she shrugged. Hopefully it would be warmer there. She looked at Leisel hopefully, considering her to be the expert now.
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 8:54 pm
"Okay. How do we get from here to your office?" Kurtis pointed out. "We might as well start walking back if you're set on this," he added. "We've a hell of a walk ahead of us."
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 8:58 pm
"We can walk and talk," Connor said optimistically.
They began to do just that.
((I'm not actually sure what to do with them, sooooo...))
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Posted: Tue Mar 10, 2009 9:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 12:14 pm
McMullard glanced down to see if there was any way to safely go down. Failing that, he wondered if the copter could be recovered. Failing that, he looked to see if perhaps he could get at the parachutes. "Help me up!" he shouted, wondering if a roll in the air would do the same thing.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 8:50 pm
Liesel didn't respond immediately. Australia. New territory for her. Oh, how she wished it could be Moscow, she'd gotten used to the city after so much time spent in it. Still, if that's where the folder said they should go, then they would go. "Alright, Australia it is." They would need plane tickets, obviously. It's not as if Liesel had a private jet at her disposal, all she had was her identification card and a monthly allowance of tax-payers money. And of course, her own savings. "Perhaps I should freshen up before we book the next flight out of the continent." The way she looked right now airport security would have a hard time believing she was a first-class passenger. Luckily, she had apartment in the city. Without saying anything further to her new partner, Liesel called for a cab company. They were there in shortly and the wail of sirens could already be heard down the street.
She didn't waste any time getting in.
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Posted: Wed Mar 11, 2009 9:21 pm
Esther nodded, and watched with curiosity as Liesel went about with calling a cab. She felt like asking questions, but by now she had decided that Liesel was not a talkitive person, and she wouldn't likely get much out of her. When the cab arrived, she followed her partner in, cringing as she heard the sirens coming their way. She removed her glasses and started cleaning them to keep from figiting nervously.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 8:10 pm
She gave the driver and instructions and they arrived at the rather modest building in short time. Liesel didn't even live in this city, so it made sense that she would pass on the uptown condos. She didn't mind Esther's need of movement, it was a nerve wracking experience, surely. Even Liesel hadn't walked out of it without hairs standing up on her neck. "You might as well come in." She said to the girl as she stepped out of the cab and into the brick building.
Room 72 on the third floor. Inside were impeccable wood floors and eggshell white walls. The room had a layer of dust on pretty much everything, as if nothing had been here, and that was true enough. There was an aged leather couch, bookshelf and coffee table in the main room. Nothing else except a window and rug was within. It lacked life in any form.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 2:31 pm
Failed.
Failed.
There was a possibility, provided St. Cyrill would let him climb over him.
As much as he hated the Brit, St. Cyrill knew that hesitation in a life-or-death situation inevitably resulted in the latter. He pulled upwards on Richard's wrist as hard as he could, giving him as much lift as possible.
Esther realized that she should probably start asking questions, before it was too late.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 4:43 pm
Richard dragged himself up, grabbed St. Cyrill's belt, hauled himself over (careful not to push St. Cyrill out too soon) and managed to free both parachutes. He immediately released, thrust one parachute into St. Cyrill's arms, and then started the hectic process of strapping himself in before he fell and then hit the ground.
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Posted: Sat Mar 14, 2009 9:52 pm
Luckily, St. Cyrill was both calm and well-trained for emergency parachuting, so he quickly and skillfully got himself into the parachute and pulled the cord, hoping that they were high enough.
It looked like they would were just barely high enough to avoid becoming splatters.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2009 1:50 pm
McMullard breathed again, checked, and confirmed he had his weapons, before glancing over his shoulder at the wreckage of the helicopter, if it hadn't crashed already. "What just happened?" he inquired of John. "Something trippy just happened."
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