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Post by petroleumblaster on Feb 29, 2012 23:14:47 GMT -5
*I nod* Sounds good.
*I pull over and quickly get in the back with everyone else. Jump shoves half-a-can of fruit in my hands as we pull the tarp up* Why thank you, you're too kind.
*Sarah sticks her tongue out at me and I resist the urge to laugh. Serious time. Right*
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Post by jumpstart on Feb 29, 2012 23:22:38 GMT -5
*I grin and hunt around for the other opened can. Wouldn't want it to go to waste. Instead, I find PB's extra gun. Frowning, I try to hand it back to him, but he refuses and gives me that 'use it or be killed' look that I associate with many a lecture. Damn it, I'm a doctor!*
*Pouting a bit I put it in my lap and wait. By now all of us in the back are settled and silent*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Feb 29, 2012 23:24:28 GMT -5
*I slide over into the driver's seat and get out through that door, bending over like I'm checking the front tire and glancing in the mirror as I get back in. The van's not slowing down, and I can just barely see the drac masks through the windshield. I pull back onto the highway and get up to speed, watching the limit with extra care because if I don't I'll end up flooring it. The van behind us speeds up more, and I call back to the others* Heads down, mouths shut. Incoming.
*When the van paces us, I look over and nod to the man - or woman, it's hard to tell - in the front seat. They roll down the window and wave me over, and I reluctantly put my foot on the brake and pull back off the road*
*I roll down my window and smile as the van stops in front of me and three dracs get out and walk over* Hello, there. How can I help you?
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Post by Poison Shot on Mar 1, 2012 20:27:05 GMT -5
*I hear the voices and quickly try to get the rest of the materials I need into place... The shot guns barrel is augmented with a compressed air canister, and the rounds are little mini bombs that me and Nack used a while back...I use a medium sized thin rod to push the rounds into the barrel.
Part of the van has a small hole on the side facing the dessert from old battles and I Aim the barrel out in that direction.
Using the rod, I tap arson foot three times to let her know my diversion is ready if needed.. but hopefully nothing tips them off or arises any suspicion... *
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Post by petroleumblaster on Mar 2, 2012 2:21:41 GMT -5
[[Dracs:]]
*I get out of my van, telling Terrance to wait in the van with the engine running, just in case anything unusual happens. I really think it's just another patrol, but they didn't give the proper signal. Then again, half the fleet doesn't give the proper signal. How hard is it to flash your lights three times?*
*I nod to the woman driving the van* Just a routine check. Where are you headed with that van?
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 2, 2012 2:26:18 GMT -5
Zone Two, and then back to the city. I'm on a pickup crew, and this van was reported found in the town just west of here. There's another vehicle report half an hour away, and I'm off to confirm the coordinates before I head in. I would have slowed down when I saw you, but I'm on my own and I was a bit paranoid that you might be killjoys. *I smile and try to look properly sheepish, but I'm getting more tense by the second and I nearly jump out of my skin when someone - Poison, probably - taps my ankle*
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Post by petroleumblaster on Mar 2, 2012 2:31:44 GMT -5
[[Dracs:]]
*I frown* You're on your own? That's against company policy. Who is your boss? I should report them.
*I try to glance in the back, but the glare of the sun is too bright against the windows. I'm a bit uneasy, and reach for my blaster, just to be safe*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 2, 2012 2:57:19 GMT -5
Don't worry, this isn't usual. I was literally on the way through the border when my partner bailed; he hadn't been taking one of his health medications regularly, and came down with a stomach bug. We couldn't just leave the van where it was though, so I headed out on my own. Believe me, I don't like it any more than you do; the sooner I'm back in Battery, the better. */Don't draw your gun, don't draw it... Just let us go.../ I glance back at the dashboard clock, pretending to check the time*
Not to be rude, but do you think I could get going? I've heard too many stories about killjoys to want to linger at the side of the road.
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Post by petroleumblaster on Mar 2, 2012 3:00:24 GMT -5
[[Dracs:]]
*I nod* We have a couple extra dracs with us, do you want one of them to keep you company?
*I lean in closer, as if sharing a secret* Personally, I wouldn't blame you if you said 'no'. This lot is pretty dull. All they talk about is sports and mousecat.
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 2, 2012 3:07:04 GMT -5
*I look over at the van as though weighing the option, then shake my head with a smile* No offense to you or your men, but I think I'll pass. If all goes well I'll be inside the city walls within two hours. But you know, Mousecat isn't that bad. The last episode was particularly entertaining, I must say. */God, I hope there was a new episode released recently/, I think to myself. I open the door and get back in, leaving it open so I don't seem too hasty*
Good luck in the Zones, all of you. And thanks for checking up on me; it's nice to see a friendly set of faces. *Friendly drac masks... right...*
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Post by petroleumblaster on Mar 2, 2012 3:11:15 GMT -5
[[Dracs:]]
*I nod again* Yeah, no problem. We'll be within radio range for the next few hours if you need anything. Don't hesitate to call, it's dangerous out there.
*I head back to the van and we take off. I think about how cute she was and hope I run into her again at the Tower sometime...*
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 2, 2012 3:21:15 GMT -5
Will do! *I close the door and wave as the van pulls off, rolling up my window and breathing a huge sigh of relief as the spot of white fades into the heat waves on the highway. Sliding back into the passenger seat, I look over my shoulder and pull the rubber band out of my hair*
Everyone still breathing back there? I think we actually made it out of that without issue...
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Post by Poison Shot on Mar 2, 2012 12:32:12 GMT -5
Well that was lucky. Way to go arson
*i lift the tarp up and breathe.*
It was getting hot in there
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Post by jumpstart on Mar 2, 2012 21:48:54 GMT -5
*I push back my end of the tarp and climb over PB to the driver's seat. I drop the gun with PB as I go and he shakes his head. Once I make it to the front I buckle myself in, grinning at Arson* Way to go! He totally bought it! I'm impressed with how much back story you just made up on the fly.
*I look to the back* Everyone get settled! What tunes do you guys want?
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Post by Arson Anthem on Mar 2, 2012 22:15:43 GMT -5
*I smile* Thanks. It was a game I used to play with the other kids in the state home; we'd take turns giving each other situations, and whoever could come up with the best excuse the fastest would win. Came in handy whenever someone got into trouble.
*I switch my shirt back around as Jump starts off down the highway, putting my jacket on and trying to comb my hair out with my fingers* I'm not picky - whatever you've got! Just not elevator music. I've had enough BLI for the week.
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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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