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  1. Alex looked over the route and area's marked and shrugged. They were heading in on a baby sitting routine. What kind of plan was really needed? "Sure, looks ok to me. I mean how hard can this be? A couple of kids who need a little lesson in public civility."
  2. A block away from the warehouse an old '79 Impala station wagon, chugged to a halt and with a bang and a cloud of choking back smoke gave up it's life. After some swearing coming from the inside of the car, six teenagers piled out and looked over the engine for some time. "Dude. It's totally blown. Come on, call your mom." "No way... besides phone's dead." "Whatever. This sucks, I'm out of here. Next time get a real car." "Hey I paid $400 for it. It is a real car." "Was, moron!" The banter covered the bonds of friendship the six of them had. Realizing the car was dead
  3. Danger was a mixed blessing. For brief window of time, she moved towards the warehouse down deserted commercial streets without the usual hesitation or worry. She had little doubt she would get to the drop. However, she had yet to figure out what she was going to do once she got there. "One thing at a time," she said quietly to herself. Feeling that she was getting close, she wrapped her mind in the fog that seemed to keep people from noticing her and continued moving holding the staff in front to make sure she didn't stumble on something and blow the whole thing now. She almost pas
  4. As Cannonade stuck to the shadows he noticed a few things. The toughs, usually a mixed bad of punks and bullies actually looked reasonably competent. Perhaps this was a weeding out process from their current struggle or perhaps it was his bad luck that this shipment was being watched by someone skilled. There looked to be about six large wooded crates labeled 'FRAGILE' and 'USDA Certified' all over them. Setting out on the table were two large bore machine guns, glinting in the flickering and wholly inadequate lighting of the warehouse. Ammunition, linked in gleaming belts were stacked ne
  5. Yes and curse the many game systems that I play. IC post to follow.
  6. Go ahead and give me a perception check and I'll fill in some details for you.
  7. "Eh no harm no foul. I mean I can understand... I was kind of forward and I guess some people aren't. I'm sure you're persuasive. So that's cool. We can play sweeper and you give the kids a feel good speech. If it works, then job done and I'll buy the beers. If not, then we're there to back you up. Of course, there's likely going to be someone herding the kids along. I mean, would you trust a bunch of 15 year olds to do anything?" Yep. He thought to himself, baby killer. Thank you Uncle Sam... oh and stupidity for that damned riot. Going to have to work double time to repair the
  8. "Whoah, who said anything about lethal force? This isn't going to be some kind of bad rerun of the Okay Coral we're talking about. Sorry if that's how it came off. Besides, if you can talk a 15 year old out of their opinion, then you can get dad of the year award and I'll be the first to tip my hat to you. I'm just saying that if push comes to shove, we might be talking fisticuffs and that you need to realize that these guys are about to take a bat to some poor mom and pop shop. We're not talking about innocent babes here." He sat up and looked around. Did he come off so blood thirsty
  9. Tasha sat patiently on the bus and listened to the people about her. There was the pungent odor of humanity that permeated every corner of the bus as the Southsider's went about their daily lives. At 8:30 in the evening, most would be heading home and she assumed the sun had long since set. Amazingly, the vision she had experienced was still with her, was that some kind of portent or warning? She didn't know. However, she earnestly believed that her vision would come to pass unless something was done. "Indiana," the bus driver called out the stop as the ponderous machine ground to a ha
  10. Rozerio looked over the now empty warehouse and smiled. His boys had done good work by paying of the foreman. Actually he had to laugh, supposedly the stiffs in this place were now doing some kind of team building exercise to improve operation efficiency. What it really meant was that were paid off and were likely hanging out at some kind of local bar watching pre-season football. American football, he corrected himself. No one in this country seemed to realize that to the rest of the world football meant the beautiful game, soccer. "Hey! Get those crates over her now, mang. We gots
  11. Ok post is up... here we go. The Devil's Fingers OOC The Devil's Fingers IC
  12. A thread with Canonade and Oracle peeling back the incursion of Il Diavoli Neri into the Southside. Part 1 - A weapons deal gone bad.
  13. "Tonight, we cover Il Diavoli Neri; otherwise known as Black Devil's. Our man on the street James Pinkerton was able to get a rare insight into this growing menace. James? What can you tell us?" came the voice from the Television. Tasha sat quietly in her room in the dorm listening to the evening news. It was something having a TV available to her, although she realized that much of the experience was lost on her. Still, it was nice to feel a little more connected before heading to sleep. "Well let me tell you. These guys are dangerous. Until recently, we hadn't heard a whole
  14. "Yes, I can do the spider man thing. Heck, I can probably carry our guy Breschau if needed. However, while I'm not thrilled about the prospect, we are also talking about an armed gang that's threatening physical violence to shop-owners in the area. This isn't the honor society we are talking about," he said looking at the others. "Talk and all is fine, and disabling is better, but if push comes to shove... well we're here to protect people who are looking at the wrong end of a bat, knife, or gun." Still sitting on the backwards facing chair with his arms on the back he finished with a b
  15. Tasha nodded that she too had at least heard of the event and waited for Dimitri to further explain his actions. It was good that the school recognized that everyone deserved a second chance. Not that she had needed one, but it was a philosophy that she firmly believed in and supported. Given her sight, she could see the worst that people would do, and being an optimist she was convinced that given a chance they would do their best to prevent those actions.
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