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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 10, 2011 23:18:26 GMT -5
*I drive up to the mailbox in Zone 4 and slide a letter into it. It's addressed "To Fire Sale", i lean down next to the mailbox* I never expected this kid... I honestly thought that you'd make it... didn't think you'd go out like that...
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 10, 2011 23:40:15 GMT -5
(I want to apologize to the team I sent out with me. Couldn't find the time to wait to do this till now and we've been postponing it for weeks. Sorry!)
*I leave the team alone for a moment, telling them not to follow without offering an explanation and they do not ask for one. I walk further into the desert and find a large pile of boulders that form a small hill. I climb to the top of it and pull out my binoculars, training it on the team. I watch as they interact, pleased with what I see. They have excellent teamwork and work great together. Their proficiency is high and are progressing well. I just wanted to observe them from afar.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 10, 2011 23:48:05 GMT -5
You're gonna go far, Kid. *I stand up and begin to walk back to the rig when i notice the glint of something in the distance. I take cover behind a boulder and take aim with my rifle. Through the scope i see a tall man dressed in white. BLI* Shit... *As i take a look i notice that i've met this man before.* Orwell...
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 10, 2011 23:55:30 GMT -5
*After some time I put away my binoculars, thoroughly satisfied with what I saw. I turn and make my decent down the rocky outcrop. I drop into the sand and bend, wiping sand and dust off my pant legs. When I straighten up I also look up and notice an object a few meters off. Curious, I walk towards it. I keep my hand on my gun but it is not necessary, the object is just a metal painted mailbox. Graffiti litters in and weird pictures are drawn on it. I frown, automatically disliking it. I look around me and see no one there. I have a few spare minutes so I inspect if further.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 11, 2011 0:00:51 GMT -5
Shit... *I mutter under my breath as Orwell comes closer, i check my rifle and notice that there are a total of two bullets in it* Well... fuck me... *I think about it for a minute and realize if there's a way to talk to him peacefully, maybe i could warn him about the Vipers* Alright... making this quick... here goes nothin... *I roll out of cover then aim the rifle at him.* Don't move! I just want to talk!
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 11, 2011 0:06:25 GMT -5
*I hear a voice behind me and automatically straighten. I disobey the voice and turn around, seeing a killjoy aiming a gun at me. Something about him seems familiar but I do not linger on this long. I raise and eyebrow and smile crookedly. Sarcasm follows suit.* Really? Not much of a threat there. *I pull my radio off my belt buckle so I can call for the others.*
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 11, 2011 0:11:10 GMT -5
Ah shit... *I take aim and shoot the radio out of his hand, that's one...* Just fucking listen, alright?! We have bigger things to worry about, and i don't just mean the Killjoys. I mean BLI as well! The Zones in general are in for a whole shit storm if you don't take the time to just listen! Alright?
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 11, 2011 0:15:10 GMT -5
*I flinch, grabbing a hold my hand which the radio was shot out of.* That hurt.
*I glare at him, sizing him up. He seems scared and that amuses me. I chuckle and put my hands in my pockets. Shrugging I say* You have the floor.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 11, 2011 0:19:13 GMT -5
What floo-... oh... *I ease the tension on my rifle and loosen up my stance* Look, the recent attacks on your convoys haven't been from Killjoys. It's been from a gang calling themselves The Vipers. They're big, they're mean, and they control the underground gun trade. They want to take us both down. Killjoys and BLI. You can't take them out alone, and neither can we. *is sigh* Do you get what i'm playing at?
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 11, 2011 0:28:19 GMT -5
*I pause.* You propose we work together to defeat these so called Vipers? *I actually laugh and have to catch my breath before continuing.* I think we can handle these renegades just fine. BLI has wonderful defense plans in cases like this and its employees are developing quickly. No problem at all.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 11, 2011 0:31:14 GMT -5
*I snicker a bit* Which is why we're able to break in whenever we want? Don't be so pompous, Orwell. I don't want to do this anymore than you do. But i don't want to die, not just yet. Just fucking think about it.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 11, 2011 0:34:23 GMT -5
*He is right to some regard. BLI is often broken in to and I do not think we will be able to apply my units success to the rest of the company before this supposed attack happens.* Surely you would not be so insistent on this if you did not have some sort of plan in mind.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 11, 2011 0:38:50 GMT -5
The plan? The plan is survival, Mr. Orwell. The thing me and the Killjoys have been doing for years. You're gonna have to learn it, because once the Vipers hit? There's no battle plans, there's no maneuvers. You can't out strategize someone that literally has no train of thought other than "kill". You're going to need us, and we are going to need you. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. And in this situation, no one can make friends with the Vipers. No one. *i stick my hand out to Orwell reluctantly* Please, just tell me you can think clearly enough to realize what needs to be done.
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Post by Jonathon Orwell on Nov 11, 2011 0:43:20 GMT -5
It is not really my decision but I will try my best to convince my superiors to help. Maybe we might gain some new recruits out of this mess. *I wink and laugh. I take his hand and shake it.* Deal Mr.....?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Nov 11, 2011 0:45:06 GMT -5
*I shake back, hoping he was joking about that last part. He wasn't.* Incendiary Aftermath. Maybe you've heard of me. *I snicker* Is your first name George, by chance?
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
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