Vundra pulls out his flasher pistol"I can make weapons that kill ghost, it was a nifty trick i picked up when working with IGR. This little darling will put a hole in living and spirit.  Also Dakota, that can, it is not good for stuffing down throat but i guess you can do it..."

Smoker limped forwards to join Dakota.

"Do I need a fancy badge as well?"

In reply to Smoker Nix (msg # 159):

Schaeffer made sure Smoker was wearing his badge.

"It's the same one from before. Vundra and Gibson were not given them before now."

Peter watched the detective until she left, then slowly turned to Fred. "SOMETHING is going on, that is for sure. I believe in the supernatural. Something or someone is killing people around here, and it seems to be getting closer and closer to Simon. It's not the Bloodwolf as far as I can tell. A different pattern and methodology. I fear it's someone that traveled with us from Boise. I don't like it, but I don't know how to stop it. I don't have any special powers." He forced a small smile. "Maybe I should see if Simon would take me in as a Templar." It was difficult to tell if he was joking or not.

"This is big 'ole mess, we need to scout this tunnel but I don't wanna do it wit out some way to track and kill this fuck'n thing. Vundra, Thomas you think you can whip up some sort of aide so we can see this thing? Unless its some jerk drone, then we're wasting our time. Whatya guys think?" Dakota frowns and looks to the others for guidance, "I just shoot things I can see, I aint no Harry Potter."

"I dont know what can I about that, Unless you want me to just make a really big bomb that kill ghost? That wont be healthy for people around you though.... Or amybe...." Vundra start mumbling to himself, lost in thought about making things.

Rowan smiles as she answers her man
"I am going to be staying close to Simon Col, for many reasons".
"Jane carry on using the MG of mine if you wish till you don't need it"

In reply to Dakota Jack Cardinal (msg # 162):

"It would indeed be perfect to have some way to track a supernatural target. But that just might not be possible to arrange in the short time we have.

"There is a saying: do not let perfect be the enemy of the good enough. Let us go down, scout the passage. If there is something there, we can flush it out. Even if we can't track it, at least we will have spoiled the enemy's ambush, if that's what their plan is. Once the Junkers here are convinced there is a real problem and that it is not conventional in nature, they may be able to fashion something.

"I have a weapon that might work against the supernatural. It is in my room. I will meet you in the lobby in five minutes.

"They say they will be moving everyone in ten minutes or so, but if I don't miss my guess it will actually be more like a half hour to get everyone organised to move."

Without waiting for an answer, he left the cafeteria at a jog.

A weapon? Peter frowned in thought. They didn't need a weapon against the supernatural. Well, they might at some point. But first they need a way to find it. Or a way to protect against this...mind control or whatever, if Biletnikoff was to be believed. But he kept his mouth shut. He didn't have anything constructive to contribute for the moment, so he nodded to them all and went to guard Simon.

In reply to COL Kurt L. Schaeffer (msg # 165):

"I'll see if Brother Edgar can be of some help."

He didn't have a lot of faith in the supernatural, but Doomsayers seemed to be able to tap into the same power source as Junkers, that of Ghost Rock and radiation, if in a non-technological way. So maybe there was something there? He moved off.

"Well if we see some crazy shit in that ole tunnel, I have this neat can o' soda Vundra gave me. Hey Vundra make sure, in case there is a next time, we have protocols fer ghost huntin'. Also might as well throw in Werewolves, Sea Hags, Chinese Hopping Vampires, Regular Moody Vampires and Mummies. Just in case." Dakota says chuckling as he makes his way towards the tunnels and waits for the Colonel by the entrance.
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Smoker joined Dakota by the tunnel entrance.

Two unimpressed Militia are guarding the tunnel entrance, which is in kind of a lower elevator lobby level of the hotel. The tunnel entrance was simply a pair of fire doors marked "PEDESTRIAN TUNNEL to CITY HALL" off to the side of the foyer. A few dusty planters guarded the lobby area, apparently there used to be a nightclub down here as well as the hotel service areas. On the other side was the underground parkade entrance, guarded by two more Militia.

In reply to The Marshall (msg # 170):

Brother Edgar, a Doomsayer (and former Posse member) came down the stairs. He was dressed in purlple Doomsayer robles, a mark of the Reformed Church of Atom in contrast to the green robes worn by the Cult o' Doom. He was carrying a shiny black metal rod of some kind, sort of like a crude sword with a grip fashioned from Duck tape wrapped around one end.

"Hell, Gibson said you might need help. I can't see or track anything supernatural, but miracles like Nuke and this Control Rod should work against anything bullets won't otherwise touch."

OOC: If you make a killer Occult Engineering (Vundra) or Knowledge roll (Smoker) to determine more information.

On the dot, Schaeffer arrived with a Militia dog team in tow (2 MPs and canine). He had his battlesuit on with his carbine, but at his side was a cavalry dress sabre. It was of an old style, with tassled pommel and curved hand guard. He pulled it out to check the blade, which was of fine steel with the initials "SMS" engraved on it.

"I needed to get my sword. It belonged to my father, the Colonel... I mean, me. I'm the Colonel. Therefore it's mine. Yah... is good Sollingen steel, been in our family for generations, since the time of Bismark. We were a proud Prussian family then. Of course, not any more..."

He seemed to be babbling as he stared at the sword, and stopped talking with an effort of will. Steadying himself, he sheathed the sword back in its scabbard and put his carbine at low-ready.

"Good to see you again, Brother Edgar. OK, are we ready? Dog team on point checking floor and the front. I will follow checking the ceiling. Then Dakota and Smoker, check left and right. Brother Edgar, you are last, guard the rear."

A memory jolted Dakota from when they parted ways, weeks past, in Amarillo. The Colonel had met some men from his old unit and he wanted to accompany them for a while. But as respectful and fond as they were to him, they kept on calling him "Lieutenant" for some reason and not "Colonel". However, this was a while ago and he wasn't reminded of it until now, if it meant anything.

OOC: Technically, the Colonel's Sabre is a +1 Longsword.

Vundra holds his bag of parts in one hand and follow the group quietly, He seem to still be deep in thought.

OOC: Vundra rolled 10 using 5d12, keeping the highest dice only, rerolling max with rolls of 3,3,3,10,5. Occult Engineering(Control Rod). Nope I know nothing :P

"That's a nice pig-sticker there Schaeffer, I need to get me some magic bullets or something. I feel left out hahaha." Dakota laughs a little out of nervousness as he readies his Winchester and moves towards the left of the Colonel "Well me and Melon Splitter will just have to make due. Hey i just remebered, why'd those old cohorts of yours way back then call you Lieutenant?"

" AHH, Yes magic bullets, If there anywhere you can find those it will be here in the Junkyard!" Vundra suddenly shout out as he realise somthing. " I might be able to make some of those too but I would need to go get some more parts though .... yeah i would need this and that ...." Vundra returns to mumbling again.

Dakota smiles, he really loves having a Junker around "Well I might hav ah Police Sidearm I can loan ta such ah beneficial enterprise hah!"

In reply to Dakota Jack Cardinal (msg # 174):

Schaeffer seemed briefly confused by Jack's comments. Not just what he was talking about but something further.

"Pig sticker? Sword? Yah, is good." Again, he seemed a little rocked, but recovered. "Look, let's go. Everyone pay attention, yah? That includes you, Vundra."

When he heard his name, Vundra snaps out of his mumbling" Ahh yes, pay attention, might be something around, yes,yes"

The flanking Militia opened the double-doors to the tunnel, standing aside to let them pass.

Away from them the tunnel stretch into the distance. It was sparsely-lit (not a high priority for scarce replacement lights) with a few side doors here and there near the entrance. There was worn carpet lining the floor and a few patches of paint peeling on the walls. Some of the ceiling acoustic tiles were missing.

The canine team entered, then Schaeffer.

Dakota followed Schaeffer inside the tunnel on Schaeffer's left side cautiously, checking low and then high with his Winchester lever action cocked and ready to rock. Dakota kept an eye out for any sort of air-vents or places to plant explosives.

 rowan and Trickster remain with Simon.
Some how she is worried about all the team being away

Vundra stays near the back of the group, he looking around erratically. He is holding the small sack with one hand and the other hand rests on his pistol.