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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 25, 2015 16:10:26 GMT -5
He glances suspiciously at Tracker and then stares at Amelia's assets. "Looks like your English improved some bit in the last few seconds," he holds the suitcase protectively. "What's your angle, lady?"
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Post by Raptor on May 25, 2015 16:38:50 GMT -5
Please don't get too clever, lass... He enters the building and looks around for stairs.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 25, 2015 17:09:30 GMT -5
Please don't get too clever, lass... He enters the building and looks around for stairs. Inside is mostly empty, give or take a few miscellaneous objects, strips of grease paper, sweety wrappers and other such rubbish. The walls are bare and in ruin. The windows are either boarded up or lacking. Stairs can be seen beside what looks like a torn down wall.
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Post by Raptor on May 25, 2015 17:54:58 GMT -5
Once he's out of sight, Tracker rushes up the stairs to find a good vantage point.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 25, 2015 18:08:08 GMT -5
Once he's out of sight, Tracker rushes up the stairs to find a good vantage point. Upstairs there are a few window panes still intact. Only one paned frame faces the meet location, which gives you a so-so amount of discreetness and view. Alternatively, is a boarded up window, offering more of the former while sacrificing the latter. A regular paneless window frame in turn, offers the opposite.
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 25, 2015 18:54:37 GMT -5
"Angle? What is this angle you speak of?" She looks into his eyes. "Do you want to feel...? All you have to do is...free your hands...easy enough..." She grins and squeezes her breasts together.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 25, 2015 19:05:11 GMT -5
"Angle? What is this angle you speak of?" She looks into his eyes. "Do you want to feel...? All you have to do is...free your hands...easy enough..." She grins and squeezes her breasts together. You can see the sweat drip down his forehead. He looks at his suitcase hesitantly. "I-I-I..." He shakes himself awake. "I thought this was a deal, sister. Where's the money?"
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Post by Raptor on May 25, 2015 19:16:06 GMT -5
Tracker sets down the briefcase and starts quickly assembling his rifle. Once he's done, he slips the painted mask out of his jacket and puts it on. Then he loads the rifle and chambers a shot. Then he moves over to the one-paned window for equal vision and discreetness. He stays to the side, peeking out to see how many of the men he can see.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 25, 2015 19:33:13 GMT -5
Tracker sets down the briefcase and starts quickly assembling his rifle. Once he's done, he slips the painted mask out of his jacket and puts it on. Then he loads the rifle and chambers a shot. Then he moves over to the one-paned window for equal vision and discreetness. He stays to the side, peeking out to see how many of the men he can see. From your perspective you can see two people inside the building opposite, on the second floor. They're dressed similarly to the man talking to Amelia. No weapons are visible. You could've discussed a plan with the bona fide tactician if you didn't destroy your radio. Smooth one, slick. You can't even contact you partner in crime. What do they call this? Organized crime? Eh...
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Post by Raptor on May 25, 2015 21:57:10 GMT -5
Wow. Okay. He tightens the silencer on his rifle, peering down at Amelia. Come on, lass, make the bloody deal... He readies the rifle, keeping out of direct sight.
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 26, 2015 13:49:22 GMT -5
"Oh. It is money you want" Amelia goes to the car and bends over to grab the case of money, making sure her ass and all that stuff is sticking out and that the man is getting a good view. "Money you shall have"
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 26, 2015 14:27:01 GMT -5
The man impatiently jitters his fingers. "I thought Murry would've sent a more... Professional team." He looks to the building Tracker headed for. He keeps his luggage to his side.
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 26, 2015 14:34:16 GMT -5
"I am a professional of many things..." She holds the briefcase against her chest. "Many many things...take a guess what one of them is..."
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 26, 2015 14:48:16 GMT -5
"Hm.." He looks at the briefcase. "Is that what you are? Fortune sent down two of her girls?"
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 29, 2015 18:39:09 GMT -5
"Maybe..." Amelia winks and looks into the man's eyes. "What do YOU think?" She sways her hips as she hands over the briefcase.
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Post by Raptor on May 29, 2015 18:57:38 GMT -5
Tracker glances up at the men in the window across the street to see if they're up to anything.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 30, 2015 1:55:34 GMT -5
"Maybe..." Amelia winks and looks into the man's eyes. "What do YOU think?" She sways her hips as she hands over the briefcase. The man's face turns scarlet. "What the hell is that even supposed to mean?" He hesitantly and slowly extends his suitcase towards her.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 30, 2015 1:58:42 GMT -5
Tracker glances up at the men in the window across the street to see if they're up to anything. You can see the men now aiming down at Amelia from two windows. Suddenly, one spots you and ducks down from his window. The other one looks irritably down at his cohort, before being pulled down himself.
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Post by Raptor on May 30, 2015 12:27:49 GMT -5
"Shite." Tracker aims down at the man with Amelia, then puts a bullet in his head. "Take cover!" He calls down to her.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 30, 2015 14:03:45 GMT -5
"Shite." Tracker aims down at the man with Amelia, then puts a bullet in his head. "Take cover!" He calls down to her. The man's dead body staggers, still standing, before making his impact on the tarmac. Blood spreads on the ground. You can even see the exit wound from where you stand. That's because you blew the back of his head off. You can hear the men shouting in Spanish. Then, one of the men begin spraying blindly at you.
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Post by Kneeskeysllama on May 30, 2015 22:52:28 GMT -5
Amelia grabs the briefcase and crawls underneath the car. "Shit shit shit.....damn it scotty..."
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Post by Raptor on May 31, 2015 0:17:22 GMT -5
Tracker takes cover, moving to the other window and crouching low, aiming and scanning the building for an opportunity to shoot.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 31, 2015 3:21:06 GMT -5
The window Tracker was scanning from suddenly shatters and the gunfire ceases. The once loud shootout has grown silent, give or take the popping of a few stray bullets off in the distance.
Suddenly, a copper pipe flies through the window and into the building Tracker is in. It lands about a metre away from him. It has nails built loosely around it and a shining red light, slowly sparkling down a fuse tells you that you should probably pay attention to it.
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Post by Raptor on May 31, 2015 16:28:44 GMT -5
Tracker dives to the pipe bomb and grabs it, then tosses it out the window, away from Amelia. Then he takes cover behind the wall and looks for a way to a higher level or to the roof.
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Post by TheDraconianEyeFudge on May 31, 2015 17:31:09 GMT -5
Tracker dives to the pipe bomb and grabs it, then tosses it out the window, away from Amelia. Then he takes cover behind the wall and looks for a way to a higher level or to the roof. A window at the side of the building leads to a fire escape. However the window is boarded up tightly.
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