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A Mote in the Eye...

Posted by Sword of DamoclesFor group 0
Sword of Damocles
GM, 449 posts
Sun 22 Sep 2013
at 02:45
  • msg #1

A Mote in the Eye...

The team assembles swiftly, each with the gear that they packed. Everyone boards the transport chopper which flies to the nearby air base, a pair of attack choppers flying on either side for support just in case. A C-130 waits on the landing strip and the team boards in a reasonably orderly manner. Some soldiers are on-board as extra support during the trip and the plane takes off with no problems. The plane refuels several times on the trip; twice over the US and a few times over the Atlantic Ocean.

The plane lands in Gibraltar and the team is hurried off in secrecy to a building where everyone puts on the archeologist garb provided and Poco morphs into a human for the next stage. Shortly afterwards the team boards a charter bus and is brought to a commercial airport where they are given passports and ticket and board a British airliner bound for Cairo. The team is aware there are several US special forces in disguise on the plane. The trip is uneventful aside from a bit of turbulence.

By the time the team lands everyone is exhausted from the long flight, especially Poco who has been maintaining human form for over 7 hours. The team is met by a well-dressed Egyptian who identifies himself as Falik Al-Kefer and works for the history museum in Cairo (as well as being the source of the information about the Soviet find). Everyone is spirited away in a bus to a secure, walled compound that is a safe-house for US intelligence and military operations. The team is led to rooms to get some sleep after the long flight and told they will be awakened and brought for a briefing in the AM.

OOC: Everyone just going right to sleep or are people going to do anything else? (It is about 9pm in Cairo by the time everyone is settled in)
Onyx
player, 150 posts
HP: 22/22; PR: 64/64
Dam Mod: +2; PA: +3 MA: -
Sun 22 Sep 2013
at 10:33
  • msg #2

Re: A Mote in the Eye...

   Onyx was tired from the travel, but still made it a point to familiarize himself with the base layout, the exit routes, and the places where metal might be manipulated for his advantage if trouble started.

   Once he felt secure in that knowledge, he promptly went to his room, bent and fused the metal hinges of the door and door locks- so as not to be disturbed other than by knocking- and slept the sleep of the dead.

OOC:  if you, GM, are fast forwarding the action past the point of sleep, feel free to assume Onyx gets up and in-fuzes everything to meet with everyone else at the appropriate time.
Poco Tehuantl
player, 243 posts
Hit Points: 75 ( /75)
Power Points: 101 ( /101)
Sun 22 Sep 2013
at 10:55
  • msg #3

Re: A Mote in the Eye...

By the time they reached the walled compound safe-house, Eddy was exhausted.   He'd not been able to sleep during the public legs of the trip, as he needed to remain awake to maintain his transformation.
And the transformation taxed him greatly.

When they arrived at their destination, he simply went to his room and crashed.
His purring could likely be heard from other locations within the compound.
Nightmare
player, 190 posts
HP 20/20
PR 65/65
Sun 22 Sep 2013
at 14:40
  • msg #4

Re: A Mote in the Eye...

Nightmare wanders around a little, attempting to become familiar with the other's locations. At Eddy's room, he walks in. Gesturing to Eddy's prone form, he mumbles, "shubhamasthu" and walks out. At his own place, he puts his bag down beside his pillow, lays the bullwhip atop the bag, the hat atop the bullwhip, and lays down to sleep.
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