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Post by bluemojo on Feb 1, 2004 1:00:17 GMT -5
Back over on the airstrip, another Cessna has landed. Out jumps a skinny redheaded guy in jeans and a T-shirt. He pauses under the wing, stretching out the stiffness from his flight, grunting and yawning. He then swivels around to survey the assembled group, mirror sunglasses flashing in the cold sun. Producing a cigarette, he strides toward the group.
He is a pale young man with a shock of red hair, a scruffy red beard riding his chin. His white T-shirt bears an Aphex Twin logo; his jeans are faded and pocked with holes. A bulging khaki messenger-bag is slung over one shoulder. His eyebrows are inquisitive, and his unlit cigarette dangles carelessly from his lips.
"Hey, Ryan, Alex," he nods to Roanoke and Crimson. "Sorry I'm late." He grabs Crimson's cigarette right out of his mouth, and lights his own off the tip. "You shouldn't smoke these things, man," he says through a cloud of smoke, offering it back to him. "Bad for ya."
Before Crimson can reply, he has turned to Halo and Hollowpoint. "So! ... Christ, people never look like the pictures in their dossiers. Welcome to our little club. You would be, ah, Miss Yoshikawa and Mr Wallace, right?"
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Post by Crimson on Feb 1, 2004 1:53:39 GMT -5
After Crimson gets the ciggarette back he looks at Bluemojo "'bout damn time you got here Mojo. Think you took your sweet ass time? And how many times have i told you not take my ciggarette" as he takes his last drag and flicks it in Mojo's direction. He looks over at Apollo and says "hey are you always this quiet?"
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Roanoke
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Post by Roanoke on Feb 1, 2004 4:04:44 GMT -5
Roanoke turns over to Crimson and says, " Be careful where you're flickin' those things," nodding his head towards the fuel tanks. "You may have a deathwish for smoking them, but don't assume that all of use here want to go up in a towering inferno of choking death."
Roanoke shifts his gaze to Bluemojo. "Nice of you to join us, finally. I tried to tell everyone that you'd get here in your own good time, but apparently my opinion doesn't seem to count for much. I, at least, had faith that you'd come."
"Now that we're all a few moments deader, Mojo, mind telling us what's first on the agenda? I cannot speak for the others, but I for one am eager to get underway."
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Post by Halo on Feb 1, 2004 12:29:57 GMT -5
Halo drops her smoke to the ground and grinds it out with the heel of her boot. She turns around and faces the newcomer.
"Ahhh. . . Bluemojo. Welcome to our bonfire" She tosses a sideways glance at Crimson as she raises her hand in a wave.
Turning her attention to Bluemojo, she continues.
"I agree with Roanoke. I too am anxious to have our mission underway. Any details other than what was in the dossier?"
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Post by Crimson on Feb 1, 2004 13:22:15 GMT -5
Crimson looks over at Roanoke and says sarcasticly "Fine i'll watch where i throw it next time. Besides if i wanted to blow something up i would be a bit more creative then just fuel and a ciggarette."
Crimson turns his attention back to Blue Mojo. "Yes lets get this little picnick going. What did the higher ups have to say about this, or is all we have to go on is the dossier?
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Post by The Dispatcher on Feb 1, 2004 14:20:55 GMT -5
The two pilots watch this whole interchange and mutter to each other.
The one wearing the hat speaks up, "Look, I understand that you guys are well trained and all, but you hafta be off your rocker to be chomping on the bit like you are. You wouldn't catch either of us staying in this hole in the earth... Especially not with some fucking psychopath living right along with you."
"And not with that blizzard they're callin' for either." The second pilot interjected. "Once it hits, you folks'll be stuck here till the snow melts enough that we can get the strip back for landing."
"Geezus, how long are we gonna hafta wait for this damned hunk of metal to open up? We need to get these supplies unloaded so we can get on out of here. I got a bottle of So'Co' that is callin' my name back at the hangar..." The first pilot complains while attempting to straighten his hat on his head.
As if to answer his call, a voice comes through the air from the direction of the closed doors.
"I-it looks like you are all there. We'll open these doors in another couple of minutes. We need to make sure that access to the entrance is restricted. We're trying to cut down on opportunity for anyone to sneak out."
You realize that the voice must be coming from a speaker set somewhere up in the rock near the door.
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Post by Hollowpoint on Feb 1, 2004 15:42:11 GMT -5
"It's about time... It is a good thing we all aren't getting paid by the hour out here." Rick remarks sarcastically more to himself, but loud enough for all to hear.
He cups his hands over his mouth and breaths warm air into them in a hopeless attempt to warm them up. His eyes look towards the door, hoping that it will soon open then turn to the team that has been assembled. He hardly got the warm fuzzies from the rag-tag bunch, but he would hold off complete judgement till he saw them in action.
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Roanoke
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Post by Roanoke on Feb 1, 2004 16:08:44 GMT -5
As Roanoke leans against a rock outcropping, somewhat isolated from the rest of the team, he cannot help but become impatient that the doors are not open yet. 'If those doors opened, and anyone so much as tried to escape, we'd be here to stop them,' he thinks to himself. 'I wonder what these scientists are playing at,' he ponders.
Roanoke looks over the newly assembled team members, taking in all the disparate personality traits and wonders if they'll all be able to work cohesively as a unit or if they'll allow petty contrivances to hamper their ability to get the job done. 'The last thing we need is even more time wasted on this juvenile squabbling,' he quietly reflects to himself.
Aloud, he says to the team, "When we get inside, let's make sure we keep our eyes and ears open to anything suspicious. The last thing we need is to allow our own differences or personal agendas to cloud our judgment. I believe that the mere fact that these sci-types see fit to make us wait like this is only a testament to how shifty any of them could potentially be. I think we need to put our differences aside so that we can trust one another and look out for each other in there. It seems to me that we're going to need all the help we can get."
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Post by Halo on Feb 1, 2004 16:21:39 GMT -5
Halo sighs and shakes her head impatiently as she kneels down and reties her boots.
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Post by Crimson on Feb 1, 2004 17:08:41 GMT -5
Crimson leans back against the rock wall and waits silently for the doors of the cavern to open. he mutters to himself " as long as i can get my job done then there won't be any problems. God i hate sci-types"
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Post by bluemojo on Feb 1, 2004 23:08:58 GMT -5
"Heh. Maybe they're all dead. That would make our job easier." He takes a drag, shakes his head. "They didn't tell me much more about this job than you guys. Guess our contact will recognize us."
He sticks his hands in his pockets, watching the snow fall outside the cave entrance. "Shoulda brought a goddamn jacket."
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Post by James Mercer on Feb 1, 2004 23:41:08 GMT -5
James Mercer blinks once, twice, and shakes himself out of his daze. "Pardon me, gentlemen...and lady, excuse me. I must have been dozing. Forgive my rudeness."
He pretends to brush some lint from his coat, and speaks again. "My name is James Mercer, but most know me as Apollo. I am pleased to be working with such a fine crew." James scratches an itch on a scalp covered with dirty blonde hair, and says to himself, "I've always hated Montana."
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Post by The Dispatcher on Feb 2, 2004 0:38:37 GMT -5
Accompanied by the sounds of heavy machinery, the huge metal blast door lowers into the granite floor. Warm air hits you all in a welcome gust. Standing on the opposite side of the threshold is a dark-haired man wearing a navy blue suit, with red tie. He is joined on both sides by two armed men dressed in the tell-tale uniform of Nibelung Engineering security guards.
The Suit, looking very nervous, speaks:
“H-hey, come on in, sorry about the wait. We needed to be sure that we had this place buttoned up real tight before we opened these doors... policy.”
He offers his hand.
“I-I’m Gregory Yankowski. The current Administrator of “The Lair”.
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Post by Crimson on Feb 2, 2004 0:48:43 GMT -5
Crimson looks over at Apollo " well well he speaks, nice to meet you the name's Crimson, welcome to the party"
Crimson shifts around to meet the opening door and gives the suit a quick once over then shifts his attention to the guards. He looks them over taking in all the details of their uniforms, weaponry, size and height.
He looks back at the man in the suit and says sarcasticly "nice suit mind if we come in?"
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Post by bluemojo on Feb 2, 2004 0:55:39 GMT -5
Bluemojo steps forward and shakes his hand. "Nibelung's IE team, Blitzkrieg, at your service. I'm in charge here, as far as I know." Yankowski nods, cocking a suspicious eye at his slacker dress as Bluemojo continues: "We're kind of in the dark as to the exact nature of the situation ... would you mind filling us in on the details?"
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