Amos Anders's page

:In case their comrades return, yes. They should be incapacitated. And I agree. C must be located.:

Amos ignores his protests. Where are you based?

Amos then securely ties them hand and foot. He ignores all protest and uses percussive persuasion if necessary.

Amos moves forward and guides the two to their knees.
I can't remember if we have rope or not. If we do then I attempt to tie them.

Amos motions for them to hand over the transmitters. And where are you due to meet them next?

I would be forced to confirm your theory. And possibly shoot you for lying.

Were is the treat of your team?

Posted to all games:
Starting in one week, on Saturday the 21st, I will be completely offline until either Sunday the 30th or Monday the 1st. I am going on an international trip to Africa and internet there is practically nonexistent for uses such as playing PbP. If I am a player, please bot me. If I'm your GM, sorry for the delay. I'll be back. Promise.

You are here to disrupt the activities of one "Ripper", is that right? Amos asks directly.

His rifle practically appears in Amos' hands. A lifetime of drills makes the motion automatic and practically instantaneous.
Don't move! He barks as me moves around to make room for the rest of the party.

: Copy that. Everyone, on me.:

Present

Once it of earshot of most puddle, Amos asks, What have you guys got?

I'm en route to Iban.

Amos breaks off and heads for Iban

Amos sets himself up across from Mei and keeps an eye out for suspicious activity.
Forward Observer 9 or Observation 11: 3d6 ⇒ (5, 3, 4) = 12
Acute hearing 2, taste and smell 3, not sure how those play into this.

Amos exits with Humphrey and Iban. He hovers near them at all time, but always separate from them as well.

Amos nods, clearly supporting Ezekiel.

Amos shrugs. Your call, team lead.

Amos looks doubtful. There's lots of places where that could go wrong. Why don't we just establish a perimeter around the target and keep an eye out for anything abnormal?

Seeing the situation has been resolved mostly, Amos drifts off to avoid drawing attention.

:Acknowledged, moving up.:
Amos has been following the group by a few seconds to watch for tails. When the news comes forward he doesn't change pace, but does walk through the group and take up a position just outside the alley in case someone decided to make a run for it... or ambush them.

vs 11: 3d6 ⇒ (6, 4, 6) = 16
Sooo... That's a no.

IBAN can feel a thread of annoyance filtering through his link with Amos. C. The Squad Leader has issued his orders. Let's get a move on before we're too late to stop the shift.

Amos has been in bombed out buildings while under fire and felt safer than when he rode that death trap. He is the first off the train and scouts ahead of the team.

I'd be down. :P

The train is period, that line opened in 1890. We're at 1888, so close enough, an echo can be off a year or two. It's not a modern underground electric train, it's a steam locomotive and wooden passenger cars with lit oil lamps. Basically, it's a rolling death trap, and they had several disasters where people got steamed alive when the steam locomotive went off the tracks underground and cooked all the passengers alive. At least I remember being told about that when I was in London a few years ago looking at a museum thing about it (had to go look up the exact year though for the line).

Really? Wow. That's terrifying.

:Roger That. Maintaining coms silence.:

Are we still seeing period Architecture/dress? Is the train the only advanced feature?

Amos twitches a little internally at the title "Mr." If he couldn't use his old rank then he would prefer no title at all.
:Call me Amos or Anders. "Mr. Andrews" is Squad Leader or just Andrews. I will leave a sign for you all. I don't get lost.:

make a mark, survival (woodalnds) vs 9: 3d6 ⇒ (2, 1, 4) = 7

Amos finds a relatively distinct tree and carves a light blaze into it on the far side of the tree so it isn't easily spotted unless one is looking for it.

I was going to have Anders address you by rank, so... choose one? :)

Hey Thom, What's your actual rank?

Could we please get some kind of description of where we actually are? Some of us are operating as if we're in some bit of wilderness out of sight of any settlement, others like there's a town very nearby, and still others as though were in an out of the way part of the city... I think a little more context for our location and what's going on around us would help us get our act together?

Please?

Amos sends back, :It would be ideal to get some kind of address from a building or overhear someone mention our location. Only contact someone directly if absolutely necessary. Strangers with odd accents asking where they are tend to draw unwanted attention.:

Note to self, develop post-trasition action plans. I didn't realize we were this out of touch.
He addresses Thom, Sir, while you guys take care of that I'm going to do a little scouting around. With permission, Amos checks his weapon and melts into the surrounding terrain like so much vapor.

::Roger::

Iban, you and I should be linked, even if the rest aren't Amos says as he retrieves a side arm and some more ammo for both his weapons.

Amos notes Iban. Poor kid. There is gengineered, then there's straight up purpose built. I'm going to have to fix that at somepoint...

Amos can't help but glance in the women's direction, but keeps it professional as best he can. These are his team mates, after all.

Sounds like you could use an American hunter. It would give me an excuse to hang around you lot all the time. Amos jests.

Amos conceders C's suggestion. There is a 1mm difference in the barrel length, but that shouldn't be noticeable. It is also compatible with standard 8mm if I can get it made from more modern materials.
As for the scope, glass optics were a bit sketchy back then, but I could pack one for good measure. I'll need to find somewhere to zero it in once we're there.

Amos thinks for a moment. The Winchester 1886 hasn't made the jump to smokeless powder yet then. Ok. I'm going to need a Gewehr 88 with the M/88 stripper clips. It hasn't been re-bored yet so I won't be as accurate as I could be, but that model should still give me some range without a scope.
He quickly changes into a simple, understated suit with long overcoat and a bowler hat. No use in pretending I'm not American. I guess I'm returning from a business trip to inspect the new German bolt-action offering.

Amos stays silent. His CO was asking all the right questions. He didn't particularly like that an Air Force lightweight was the one with rank here, but at least he wasn't directly tied to a civvy command.

Amos stands at ease. This was going to be tough. They needed more intel. Either that or sit and wait for them to act first, which he never liked.
Have they attempted this kind of thing before? They may have a MO we can form a rough plan around.

Amos is in his barracks area with a full table all to himself. Before him lay a disassembled beauty, a fantastic piece of weapons engineering, the SVLK-14 Sumrak (Twilight) rifle. With precise setup and detailed knowledge of the shot route, the weapon was capable of putting a round within one square meter at over 4.2 km. Amos never saw the point in firing that far out unless the target was stationary, which his targets never were. At that range it took over 12 seconds for the bullet to reach the target. No, he used the rifle at much more sane distances of less than 2 km. He also usually carried a more standard issue assault rifle and pistol side arm just in case, but this was his baby.
He chatted with some of the other soldiers in the barracks as he worked. Most were from Homeline. Nearly all are special ops. Amos himself was the new guy and the atmosphere was a little unstable. He had yet to prove himself.

Hey, never said it as a good idea. :P

But there has never been a world where a large man with a long stick and a short temper didn't get everyone's attention!

Hahaha! Perfect!