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Dark. the air moist after the rain, the ground soft, the critters quiet. Clouds filled the sky, and the metal dripped with the remains of the rain.
The schoolyard,
with its odd assortment or ruined equipment, a junglegym, a few slides, and a little wooden fort, burnt and blackened. Behind these was a maintenance shed, and the one room schoolhouse. A fire was lit in the schoolhouse, and the occasional laughing and shouts could be heard, someone was obviously inside. The schoolhouse was their target.

Cartagan sat, awaiting the arrival of Bren and Jokes, silently. He gave them both the exact location to find him in the scrapped and melted jungle gym, and he hopped they could do it without a racket. he scanned the surrounding area from his hiding spot before going back to oiling up his rifle, and then dusting it. He repeated this process five time by now, and it would be a hell of a mess to clean. It prevented a gleam on the well cared for metal, something that could very well give him away to their foes. His blacked leather armor, perfect for the job, didn't require near as much modification as the rest of his gear. he sat alert, waiting.

(first off, you two must know that your actions will decide how this goes down. and this will be a little different than the Rp style your used to, and its more to see what you can do, and how well you do it within the right limitations. I don't want to see any "godly" moves or actions/preventions. you WILL regret it if I do, though I will give you one warning. after that well, I hand you over to our squad leader. And make sure you excuse yourself from Ashville before you start in here, since they both run at the same time. I'd prefer this to not come to a classic shootout, or slugfest, but if it does then you better do it damn well. remember what happens here affects the town. Jokes was told personal. bren was alerted by message or by jokes, if you need to know that to be excused from town. I'll be wait'n)


yay stupid map! i dont want to put effort into it cause i have to delete this post after we are done. there, now you have your orders

Surprised you know this. We sit and wait for Bren. no more than an hour. Signed Cartagan. No point Discussing the plan twice. He pointed at a spot next to where he was resting, a sort of a seat within the metal.

Glaring at Bren, Cartagan put his finger to his lips. He pointed at Joke's Dog and held up three fingers, then pointed to three different spots by the schoolhouse. He then pointed to bren and held up five fingers questioningly, then eight in the same manner, he pointed to the schoolhouse itself. Attempting to give his estimation of the number of people. but I have no clue what could be at the shed he thought to himself. (and make sure you cover your a** in ashville. you cant be there and here at the same time bren)

"nothing for now, I was pointing out the fact that they happen to have a few guard dogs themselves, and it would be best if we kept the talking to a minimum. Now, how do you two want to go about this?" Cartagan whispered.

"Uhh, quickly and quietly.", Bren replied quietly. He shot an odd look at Joker and his hand signs. "What is that? Sign language?", he asked. "I don't know that s**t."