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 Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 7:54 pm
Looking about for Crim, he spotted her in one of the rafters.
"Crim, what kind of entry are we going to use on the subject?"
He turned back to the tv.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 7:58 pm
*Crim rose and eyebrow as a clueless expression came across her face for a moment. Entry? Subject? Her mind wandering back to the recently departed Shawn, Crim was hoping that Fiddler wasn't talking about some sort of rape on the other man.*
Um.......Could you clarify that question, by any chance?
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 8:00 pm
"The heist. As in how are we getting in?"
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 8:05 pm
*An enlightened expression came over Crim's face as she dropped from the rafters while Fiddler's gaze was on the TV still.*
Hm...well last I checked, there was going to an infiltration type thing. I was supposed to set up a distraction along with Kirasa and everyone else was supposed to break in through the back, disguised as delivery people. Unfortunately though, I'm not too sure if Oxy is keen on that idea anymore considering the uniforms that would be required for disguise. He might just decide to blow open the front doors or something. I'm not sure.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 8:08 pm
"Hmm if he goes with the first one we would need to conceal weapons some how. And I am not using a Glock, to much of a tendancy to jam for my tastes. Hmm. Rooftop assualt on the top floor to get the codes. Probably use high caliber machine guns from multiple angles. Ground floor teams to cause the distraction while the Vault teams try to overpower who ever is on duty."
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 8:12 pm
*Crim shrugged and sat down on an empty chair*
Oxy hasn't shared the official plan yet, so I have no clue what's gonna go down. Frankly, I feel rather uncomfortable not knowing, but that's just me and my paranoia.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 8:14 pm
Fiddler nodded.
"I know what you mean, I want to construct an equipment list but with no clear plans we might be going in with whatever weaponry that we have available to us."
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 8:22 pm
((Gaia's hating me with an incredible passion at the moment. -_- *kicks it*))
Yea. I've been wanting to plan out what kind of weapons I'll need to conceal with me. If I have too many, I'll be weighed down and such. Not enough, and I'll have quite a challenge ahead of me. But like you, I really can't because I have no idea what the overall plan is.
*With a sigh, Crim tossed her head back and stared up at the rafters, worry and paranoia beginning to surface*
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 8:25 pm
"Well call me when you need anything. I'm gonna go to my room and sleep."
He gets up rubs his neck and walks up the stairs leaving a piece of paper with his phone number on it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 8:31 pm
*Crim nodded to Fiddler and gave a small wave, getting up at the same time and picking up the piece of paper*
Sure thing, man. Night and all.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2004 8:41 pm
*With a stretch, Crim pocketed the number after a quick glance at the information and then walked outside. She felt like going for a walk, but nothing like the near week long spree that she had wandering Gaia. Just a simple walk. She exited the mansion and went up the drive and through the gates that parted for her*
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 4:17 am
Slaps Crimson cos he did share the official fookin plan, but no one turned up cos they're all so useless and idiotic.
Real Post
Still awake, and now thoroughly hypnotised by a mixture of late-night TV, conversations about kids with guns, and a glimpse of Crim's panties, Oxy stood up slowly, and promptly collapsed into a heap.
After a few seconds, a series of small snores issued from him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 28, 2004 8:08 pm
*Crim, after having returned to the mansion in the early morning that day, finally came from her room. She walked down to the common, nearly tripping over Oxy's collapsed form. She stooped down for a moment, blinking quizzically as she poked him several times. First in the shoulder, then in the chest, then on his forehead, and yet again on his cheek. Resisting the urge to poke his eye to see what would happen, she stood up, having seen no response, and sat down on the couch. Her hand darted inbetween the cushions, grasping onto the remote while on the journey, and then she began flipping through the channels*
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2004 3:13 am
OoC And joost where have j00 been missy?! You come waltzing on in at 4am and expect me not to be worried?!
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Posted: Thu Jul 29, 2004 8:57 am
Her motorbike again stopped outside, and she stepped off, the engine dying with a splutter.
Pushing in the buzzer, she waited patiently.
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