2B HALO - "Going Solo"

[The Dispatcher]

Continued from "Re: BLITZKRIEG: Act Two - "The Game is Afoot--"
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You leave the others behind as you you head west into the caverns. The clank of your booted feet against the metal grate floor sound at every footfall.

The first trailer you see is tucked into a cavern just big enough to fit it. You can see that there is about five feet of clearance between the aluminum roof of the trailer and the natural cave roof.

You notice that the grated floor comes right up to the base of the front door, leaving the trailers jacked up foundation under the floor level. You also notice pipes that run underneath the trailer.

The cavern continues off to the west.

[Halo]

Halo continues on without fail, letting the state of trailer 14 pass her mind briefly. She pauses to open the door to the trailer marked #16.

[The Dispatcher]

The key slides into the doorknob lock easily, and turns even easier.

The trailer, which looks like any of the other trailers you've seen, is now unlocked.



EXTERIOR: Set up on concrete blocks, and bolted into the hard rock floor, this is small trailer with white linoleum siding. A short wooden stairway is built up to the front door. Sturdy wooden rails run up both sides. There are three windows on the side that the door is on. One on one side of the door with two more on it's other. A number 16 is stenciled in black on the linoleum siding right above the door.

[The Dispatcher]

Halo turns the knob and goes in.

INTERIOR: (LIVING ROOM) Going in through the front door leads you directly into a sort of "living room". It is 15 feet from the door to the back wall, and 20 feet wide. A decent sized window is set in the center of the rear wall.

There is a door on the left as well as a door on the wall to your right.

Against the back wall, a worn black futon sits. On it are various bags and cases: Halo's "gear".

The carpet is worn, orange, and most likely was bought from Satan. It looks like something you'd expect in your cell in hell.

There is a bookshelf in rear right corner, replete with various books. A wooden table just slightly larger than a card table is up against the "living" room's front wall. Three chairs are puched in under the table top to be out of the way. A used ashtray with a few stale cigarette butts sits on the tabel near the window.

The windows, you can see, all have venitian blinds installed. On the two windows you can see from the living room, the two blinds are open, giving you a beautioful view of the front of trailer 17. A quick look out the back reveals the linoleum sided wall of trailer 15, no more than a foot or two away from your trailer.

[Halo]

Halo grimaces as the ugly carpet offends her eyes and the stench of stale ciggarettes assails her nose. Pushing it from her mind, she opens a bag and removes three magazines for her 50. calibur Desert Eagle and sets them on the table. She reaches under her left arm and removes the large empty handgun. With a satisfying smack, the magazine meets the handgun followed by another crack when she forces the first round into the chamber. A satisfied grin crosses her face and the gun is put back into her leather holster followed by the magazines.

She then removes a small kit and a folded multi-tool which are then slid into her jacket's inner pockets. Rummaging through her bag, she removes a flashlight, clicks it on and off several times and it too finds a place inside her jacket.

Halo moves on to another bag and with a frustrated look on her face, she searches. She unzippers a side pocket muttering "i know i packed it. . . " Her green eyes relax and a smile crosses her face as she pulls a leather bound silver flask with a small engraving on it from the bag. She gives it a shake and it burbles slightly. She unscrews the lid and has a quick nip. Satisfied, that also finds a place in her jacket.

She reaches for the light as she heads out the door, but stops mid stride to dig in the bag once more to remove a Zippo refillable lighter. She lockes the trailer and heads out, walking back, a bit more confidantly, towards the elevator where she left the rest of the team.


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[Halo]

Continued from "Re: BLITZKRIEG: Act Two - "The Game is Afoot--"
« Reply #33 on: Feb 14th, 2004, 3:07pm »"

Halo reaches into her jacket for her pack of smokes. She pulls them out and then freezes. Voices. Coming from not far away. Her eyes narrow and she puts them back into her jacket and creeps into the shadows along the cave wall, her boots silent against the metal grating. Her lips purse when she notices another listening in on the conversation. Crimson!
The speakers are engaged in general prattle, nothing worth all the trouble. Crimson must have thought so as well, walking past her from the men, not noticing her in the shadows. When he is well enough away, Halo creeps up on the men and steps from the shadow.

"Ol' granite face? I assume you mean that obnoxious prick Iglasias or do you have more than one asshole in this facility?" Addressing the first gentleman. "If he was the only one, then quite frankly I am surprised that it is Hadley in the body bag and not him. Being stuck down here with him for a long time would make a person put a bullet in his head and I would imagine the suspect list would be HUGE, am I right?" she smiles as she lights a Red Apple she pulled out during her rant.

[The Dispatcher]

Two men look up at Halo as she inserts herself into the conversation. Both share a look that reads, 'who the fuck is this chick?'.

Halo ignores the look, and takes in the specifics of the two men. Both are new faces to her.

The first man, the smoker, is older-- maybe in his late 30's. He has a prominent nose, and a even more prominent black bushy moustache. His hair, worn short, is the same dark colored hair.

He pulls another drag on his smoke.

The other man, much younger-- probably not quite 30 yet, looks at you with an even look. You notice a quick head-to-toe glance, as he in turn takes you in. He has short dark hair, cut close to his scalp joined by an even shorter goatee and moustache of the same color hair-- though trimmed even shorter.

"Uh, Ma'am?" He answers.

[Halo]

Halo plants her left hand on her hip and leans slightly.

"Sorry, I have a bad habit of listening in on other people's conversations. Very rude of me." With a half grin, she forces the smoke from the corner of the smile and continues.
"I heard you call someone ol granite face. I was just curious if you were refering to Iglesias or someone else. You see I am Halo and I am one of seven reasons this place is locked down." Her eyes dart to the other man.
"Just trying to get a feel on the people I will be..." She pauses and looks down another tunnel, as if suddenly uninterested in the men. "...investigating."
She flicks her ciggarette. Ash flutters. "So any information would be greatly appriciated."

[The Dispatcher]

"Miss... 'Halo' was it?" The younger man smiles. "Ol' Granite is our boss, lady-- not that assclown spic, Iglesias. Barry 'Granite' Constantine is the owner and head of 'Constantine U.E.S.'-- I'm Morse, this fucker with the pubes under his nose is Reaver. We work for Constantine." He pauses a moment to shoot Reaver a jovial glance with a grin. Reaver responds by flipping him off.

"So, Halo..." Morse begins, "How 'bout you answer some questions yourself? Like can you tell us how long it'll be before we can get back to work? Since you just happened to hear our conversation, you certainly know that we aren't too happy about our work being put on hold."

[Halo]

Halo beams a smile at Morse, instantly taking a liking to his attitude.
"I can see why you wouldnt be happy, I wouldnt want to be in this place any longer than I had to. For that reason, I would like to find this killer, deal with him. . ." she has a quick puff of her smoke mid-sentance. "or in the appropriate manner. Soon as we find out what happened, the sooner my team mates and I are outta here and then operations are back to normal."
A puzzled look crosses her face.
"Mr. Constantine, does he work for Nibelung, or is his company a sub-contracted association for this. . .what are you excavating?"
She grinds out the ciggarette on a cavern wall and lets the butt drop between the grate with the others.
"I apologize if I am asking too many questions, but as I said. . ." She smiles sheepishly at the men.

[The Dispatcher]

Reaver steps forward, flicking his cigarette butt down to join with hundreds of it's bretheren beneath the grating, and smiles. "You are observant, lady-- I'll give you that." He blows a blue-grey plume of cigarette smoke into the air above his head.

"Well, it's not as if we don't actually look like miners, Reaver." Morse says with a smirk.

"Boy-- don't make me stuff your head in another toilet--" Reaver said with a smile. A new pinkness to Morse's face suggested the truth of the statement. Reaver met Halo's eyes, "Ol' Granite and us are under contract by Nibelung. We're a special breed of miners who specialize in the excavation of rock for the specific purpose of moving in bunkers or facilties such as this one."

[Halo]

Halo's green eyes dart back and forth between the two men as she takes in this new information, ignoring the older man's sarcasm.
"So the crew living here is split between Constantine excavation crew and Nibelung's people? Is Mr. Constantine in the facility, I wouldnt mind having a word with him somtime later."

[The Dispatcher]

"That's what we bet Constantine must REALLY be shitting himself about-- his trailer is kept closest to the mining operation, so it's down on the Admin Level-- When the Nibelung guys shut everyone out of that level for, uh, your arrival-- that meant that Granite had to leave his own trailer for that time period." Morse responded.

"Yep. Sure did." Reaver added. "He's probably coolin' his heels up in the lounge with a tumbler of wisky. Actually, that don't sound like to bad an idea."

[Halo]

Halo's eyes brighten. "Yes, that does sound like a good idea. Would you guys like some company?"
She moves between the two men and wraps her arms around their waists. "I would love a drink and meeting Mr. Constantine in the process would be a bonus. I think that my team mates can handle the autopsy."

[JaceMachine]

"Jesus Christ-- an autopsy?!" Reaver stammers in apparent disgust.

The three, Reaver and Morse linked at the waist by Halo, make their way back through the tunnel towards the elevator.

As they turn the corner to enter the Elevator Hall, Halo sees the Facility Admin Gregory Yankowski standing in the middle, looking down at his watch.

Roanoke is with him, and he seems to have been coming towards Halo's direction, until he stopped, shortly after she, and the two men, appeared.

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