| 2 people marked this as a favorite. |
game comes a distant second to your health man...don't worry about it.
Search Posts
Merry Ho Ho...or whatever holiday you celebrate....
Oh, I want it, meathead... Jon says as he darts forward and tries to put the biker down hard and fast. He draws his knife in a back handed grip.
Oh, crap... Jon says as he hears the scream from the trapped riders and spins and sees the thug goofing around with the controls. He rushes towards the men, changing his target. Hey, ugly...wanna try messing with someone who can fight? Or are you a little pussy... he says as he wraps his left hand around his sack of quarters and the other ready to draw his gun if needed.
Move, people...quickly... Jon says as he waves the people away from the action. He moves forward, eyes focused on the thug at the Duck Club.
Jon checks to make sure he has a round chambered and tucks it back into his kidney holster. this might get ugly...be ready for anything, guys... he says as he looks around, assessing any threats he might see.
k...im in...i'm Paul M...might change it later...
weird...said i dont have access to the page...
I'm no criminalist...but that's not a good sign. I wonder if he was targeted by someone...maybe he knew something. We can't get in there to figure it out...too many eyes.
Hey...is that Freddie's car? Think he's signing autographs for his fans? Jon says, his sense of curiosity and danger fighting for domination. He hops out of his jeep to scope the scene.
Jon looks at Cayden a bit incredulously. You serious, man? That's some next level stuff there. Man...this keeps getting weirder and weirder. He says as he gets his gear ready. Charge your phones...never know when they'll run out... he says as he plugs his into charge off the never used lighter outlet.
We're gonna need some gear...battery pack for our cells and those wireless buds I mentioned....Best Buy or Target has the ones we need... Jon says as he motions the others to the jeep. He checks again his pistol is in the right spot. My kingdom for an M4...I know a guy that has guns...but this short of notice won't do...
Gather intel...we watch them. Let them think no one knows anything...they'll be complacent. They'll act normal if they think no one is watching them. Ever seen the stakeouts in the cop shows and movies? That's what we're gonna do. They almost always gloss over the downside to those...hitting the head. Grab a couple extra water bottles...you're gonna need them... Jon says with a grin.
Heh...you'd make a decent analyst in the forces...the ones who filter the intel and do the briefings and stuff. That pretty much sums it up in a nice tidy little package with a bow on top. The bikers is a head scratcher. They usually only go through this much hassle for money or revenge. Someone made them a deal they couldn't refuse...big time. And experience has taught me that there's no such thing as coincidences...not on this scale at least... Jon says as he wipes his face with a napkin. He sits for a moment and looks at Sariel. I get the hesitation to trust others..especially in the...unique nature of this gathering. This is like X-Files, meets Lord of the Rings with a dash of Black Rain and Sons of Anarchy thrown in just for the giggles. The way I look at it...you have to trust someone who's facing the same thing you are...at least to a certain extent. But keep your head on a swivel and your eyes and ears open...best advice I can give...
all good man...family comes first...
all good by me boss...real life takes precedence over games...i ain't sweating
Well that escalated quickly. We need a plan...and need to find out what we know and don't know...first two things you need for any op. I think we meet up and bash our heads together. Message the others...rally point is here. If everything goes south, scatter and meet at my place. Let's get going... Jon says as he calmly inhales the rest of his food and guns his coffee. You learn to eat fast in the army...handy trick, believe it or not... he says as Sariel watches him. He hits the head before leaving and heads to his Jeep. He makes sure his gun is ready after doing a press check and seats his gun on his kidney, making sure it's covered my his thin hoodie.
Jon gets up and shakes the cobwebs and such from his head. Better night's sleep than normal...won't say no to that... He then sets out with his morning ritual...calisthenics, shower and coffee and a protein shake. He tops off his travel mug and tosses his gear in the Jeep. He parks across the street and makes his way in. Seeing the others, he joins them and orders a breakfast special and a pair of muffins for the road. Not Michelin star rated, but the food is good here. This place would make a pile if it was just off a base. So...any updates? he asks as he tears into his plate of bacon and eggs.
i meant to just get together and compare notes...share info
Sure...hop in, hoss...
Sure...I think if we meet up an hour before the meeting and get ready for the meeting would work. I'll likely be there first...loading up for the day. Get some rack time...and keep some stuff with you..bottle of water, protein bars and such...never know when we'll get a chance for chow. Jon says as he drops off Sariel at the corner. He stops off at a 24 hour gas station and gets a few last minute supplies(couple packs of jerky, some trail mix and two gatorades). He then heads back to his cabin and lays out some gear for the next day. He double checks his gun, making sure one is in the pipe if needed and packs his messenger bag with
I think we've found out enough for now...let's get out of here...Jon says as he motions to the exit. Well, that was enlightening...here's what I found out.... he relays what he overheard. Toni...can you relay the info to the others, please? I'll drive...
No worries Toni...not the best environment to eavesdrop. I'll try it...if anything goes down, get out. I'll find my way. Sariel...here's where my cabin is...in case we get split up or whatever. It's locked, but you should be able to jimmy a window if needed. Jon says as he pulls out his phone and sends the info to the others. He then opens up his phone's recording app and turns it on. He mutes all other apps and puts the phone in his jacket pocket, hoping to get any info.
Yeah...not a huge fan of texting either...but handy as hell. Had a dedicated phone in case we got spun up back in the day. Here's my number...just in case... Jon says as he pulls out the phone and gets Sariel's number, as well as the others. Should get a wireless earpiece for our phones...in case we're driving or anything...and we can voice dial. My doctor has one...she swears by it...I swear she has that thing grafted on to her ear. If we need a place to crash, i got my place...and if we need to meet up there's a 24 hour diner on the corner of Markson and Bellingham...let's call that out rally point...
How much is the contract for? I could use a new truck... Jon says with a stupid grin. I know the feeling...there was bounties put on our heads over there...not exactly the same as a mob button job...but the higher rank, the bigger the bounty. And if you were specops..Us, SEALs, SAS, TF2...you were looking at big bucks...the warlords had lots of it to throw around...
just over 8 years...did the "smart" thing and signed up at 18...college wasn't an option for me. Did the grunt thing for a bit, then Sgt. Miller thought I had something special...so he suggested the Rangers. So off to Georgia I went, and lucky me...I made it. Got my tan beret and tab and off I went to the sandbox. Fun times... he says flatly as he takes a pull from his beer and looks around. Here's my cell...just in case...I have an email...but don't use it much...not like I shop on Amazon a whole lot...don't think I qualify for next day Prime living in the boonies... he says with a chuckle. So...what's you deal, Sariel...you're an odd one to sort out...
Good idea... Jon says as he nods to Sariel as he looks for a back door. He takes the beer from Toni and takes in the surroundings.
I'll watch your six, Toni...you ain't going in there alone... Jon says as he makes sure his "roll" of quarters is good to go.
I agree, Cayden...was just saying it so we know it's an option. And as much as I wish I had a fully stocked armory at my place, I only have a pistol...and some gear to survive in the wild. Would be nice to have an M4 with a -203 and an ACOG though...
Hey..if we need a place to hole up, I got a small cabin out in the sticks...not much, nut it's fairly decent. Might be a bit cramped, but me and Cayden here can crash outdoors...nothing new for us. Plus, I have some gear that might prove useful if things gets desperate.[/ooc]if we need a pause, Jon will go get his gun and stuff and put it in his truck.forgot to specify where the gun was, so i'll have it at the cabin...[/ooc]
Nah...coffee is just gas for humans...plus...keeps you sharp...and I can quit anytime....look... Jon.says as he holds up his hand and shakes it. See? Steady as a rock... he says with a grin and laughs.
Yakuza? Great...I wonder if they have any ninjas on their payroll. Jon says with a chuckle. Wait...aren't those the guys who chop off fingers if they screw up? Saw it in a movie once...yeah. So if a high up dude has all his fingers, watch out...
No idea...I don't hang out in the city much...might have to change that in the future...especially if I can find a good java joint...coffee is life...which is why I almost moved to Seattle area...but the prices where completely bonkers... Jon says as he munches on the muffin he bought earlier. I eat and drink when I'm nervous...or anxious...or just don't know what's going on exactly...it's my only vice... he says with a grin.
I've only been here for a year or so...I can tell you where decent greasy spoons are, a few good coffee joints...and where to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city...which is why I bought my cabin where I did...
Yeah...another tea would be good...unless you have some strong coffee...stronger the better. Years of drinking the sludge they call java in the Army has ruined me I think...and my guys too... Jon says as he holds out his cup.
Jon chuckles at the comment from Sariel. Yeah...that fits perfectly I guess. It makes an odd sort of sense when it comes down to it. And if there's trouble coming, you're gonna need all the help you can. May as well use my skills for the greater good...for once...
It's just....a lot to process. Look at it from mine and Freddie's point of view...you've known about this stuff for a long time. We just get this dropped on us...and we're just supposed to say...ok...cool...let's run with it. I don't have anything special about me...other than I survived a parachute failure from 35000 ft HALO drop...
Jon tries his nest to nt look absolute dumbfounded, but fails miserably. He finishes the rest of his tea and collects himself. He pours another as he tries to focus his words. So...let me get this straight...some of you have...let's say abilities...as you have just shown. And there are other races? You mean like the Lord of the Rings type stuff? I never got into those books as a kid...always played outside...and now you say we are servants of old gods? I could use something a bit stiffer than this tea right now... he says as he sits back down and tries to process the information.
Well...according to our hostess, Freddie here is. I'm Jon...the Killer. Ex-Army, so don't freak out. Ms. Mvashti was saying something about a prophecy...or something along those lines...
Jon sighs and takes another swig of coffee. I've seen a lot of death in my time...way too much. Seen kids blown apart by IED's, airstrikes and grenades. It tears you apart when there's someone who has their legs blown off crying for their mom, knowing full well that they're likely going to die from shock trauma, even though the medic stopped most of the bleeding and called in a casevac....kid had just turned 20. It's stuff like that that haunts me the most...not the ones I've killed...it's the ones I couldn't save...
Oh come on...I could use a few new ghost stories to tell the newbies I get...scares the beekeebies out of them...hilarious. Jon says as he stretches out his leg.Besides...I have other reasons to not sleep at night...give me a distraction...
A tea would be great right about now... Jon says as he finds a chair and sits down with a groan. Had to sit...knee bothers me from time to time. I'm retired US Army...was a Sergeant in the Rangers...75th regiment. Did three trips over to the sandbox. Got "retired" a couple years ago after my 'chute failed to deploy properly during a training exercise with the SEALs at Coronado a couple years ago. My backup barely opened...luckily I fell into a tree and broke most of my fall...all because some rear echelon POG
It's fine, ma'am. I made peace with my former life a while ago during my stay in the hospital. Gave me time to reflect. Jon says with a small smile. I would like to think I wouldn't have to use my old skills...but if it serves a greater purpose, I'm fine with that...even if it is a bit odd sounding. I know there are forces that work behind the scenes...that would explain how I survived my failed jump...'chute didn't deploy. Someone or something was like "Nope...not today..." when I survived.
Jon eventually makes his way to the shop, checking to make sure he wasn't followed, his SERE training taking over. Better safe than dead... he thinks as he grabs his messenger bag, the one that others refer to as his man purse. He chuckles at the thought of his former buddies making fun of it, putting My Little Pony patches on it. Then them realizing that it was a handy way to keep stuff on you without carrying a ruck. Well, we weren't followed, as far as I can tell... he says confidently as he enters the shop. I'm interested to hear why you called me the Killer. I don't take offense, because it is true, I have killed before. Not bragging, but not ashamed of the fact either. Just don't like advertising it though...
I can fit a few in my Jeep...I'll be last out...just in case...
Jon shrugs at the name The Killer. I've been called worse, believe it or not. And the gathering? Isn't that like from Highlander? As long as we don't have to cut each other's heads off with swords... he says with a chuckle as he looks at the others in the group. I would like to hear her out...if there is something hinky going on, I want to know as much as I can...
yeah, i do that too, Sariel...i have characters named Doran and Goran...not related and Therin and Theron....again...not related
Jon chuckles as he gets Freddie calls him "Army" Jon...butbI've been called a lot worse than Army. Way I see it, better to be prepared for trouble and nkt have any than the other way around, right? The Angels are an unpredictable bunch. Drank with some, fought others...Vagos are a left coast thing as far as I know. If they declared Bodega Bay neutral ground wr should be good. There's repercussions for not respecting that...but all bets are off when booze and drugs are involved... he says as he takes a swig of coffee.
That sounds like a pretty sweet gig...probably don't get bothered by many people out there. I like the peace and quiet...lets me get myself centered again... |