Jonathan Pembersley, and Robert E. Lee Jessup smoke their cigarettes waiting to see who will join them.

The other range is only 500 some odd feet away and downhill......

[Private to Jonathan Pembersley: There is no movement at the other range ]

OOC: I am going to assume that your only taking the items on your person and not the backpack provided to you. If you want to leave anything with the MRAP please note as such on your equipment sheet.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 1):

Lowering his binoculars J.P says "I'm not seeing any movement at the range or around the buildings." He puts his cigarette back in his mouth.

Rob takes a long last drag off his cigarette and then flips the smoldering butt out into the street. He takes point and starts walking slowly towards the other range.

"So Jon how are you enjoying America so far?"

In reply to Robert E. Lee Jessup (msg # 3):

"Well lets see... the end of days scenario was not really expected, but the countryside is beautiful and if the locals were not so bitey it would be a lovely vacation." He has his automatic in his hand as they approach the range. J.P will stop for a minute and just watch the place and listen before trying to find a way in.

It only takes a few minutes for Jon and Robert to get to the range. In fact looking back they can see that the cargo truck still hasn't left the MRAP.

The 'parking lot' such as it is only has five vehicles in it. All look to be in decent shape with nothing being a derelict. The range itself sounds and looks deserted. There are only two 'buildings'. One is obviously a storage shed and is off to the right. The other is a squat, brown building.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 5):

Looking to Rob J.P asks "Lets clear the cars first, remember to look under them and then we can have a look at the buildings, sound O.K ?"

"Sounds like a plan."

Rob walks up to a pickup truck, out of habit as much as any other reason. Stopping about twenty feet away me crouches down to look under the vehicle and once satisfied there are no undead lurking he will try the doors. If they do not open he will bust the glass with the butt of his rifle. He will continue this pattern with all the vehicles J.P. Is not searching until finished or something interrupts the process. He will also make sure to try and find any spare keys hidden in the vehicles as well.

A search of the vehicles reveals that someone has already gone through them.  The doors, and gloves boxes, centerline boxes and trunks are open. No keys are found either.  The only item of note is a CB radio in the pick up truck Rob checks out.

"Well shit man these are all a bust. Let's hit that shed next."

Rob walks holding his rifle in tight keeping a sharp eye all around. As he walks towards the shed he says,

"You know the best places to really find good stuff at this point is gonna be out in the country. Them folks know how to survive and their larders will be stocked but their damn zombies so they don't need any of it. That's if we're lucky because out there with all this bullshit going on there will be a lot of people getting killed by each other as much as zombies.The meth heads wont take long before they start preying on folk.  These undead are a bitch don't get me wrong but my shitsack of a father taught me that people are the real monsters and many of them don't need much discomfort before they go bad. It's all a battle for resources now Jon... it's gonna be a savage world."

Rob looks a little worried as he speaks but once he's done he kind of grins as if excited by the prospect of a savage world.
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In reply to Robert E. Lee Jessup (msg # 9):

"Yep, sounds good." J.P though on what Rob had said for a minute before adding.

"Yes that is why I was hoping the ranger station by the lake might be a good base, I also like fishing and that sounds like a great way to pass the time."

He followed Rob to the next target building.

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Just as they are about to enter the building Jon and Rob see TAB approaching the range....

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 11):

"Looks like we have company." He gives a wave as TAB approaches.

Robs head whips around at the proclamation of "company" and he seems relieved it is Tab approaching. Walking up to the shed he raps his knuckles loudly on the door then steps back a few steps to wait and listen a few moments before trying to gain entrance.

Rob knocks on the door and hears something abruptly move within the shed. No zombie moan is made, and there is no way to tell if the movement was from an small animal or a person.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 14):

"I'll cover you if you want to pop the door." He hands Rob his claw hammer if he needs it.

OOC: Let's wait for TAB to post before opening the door.

BTW the door opens outward.

Rob nods and then looks back towards Tab. Stepping off to the side so he is not directly in front of the door in case someone inside decides to open fire. In the most authoritative voice he can muster he declares loudly.

Hey in there! My names Robert and I'm guessing you could see we are military. If you come out we will not harm you. If I have to breach this door I will shoot you in the fucking face. You gotta bout thirty seconds to decide."

He looks over at J.P. and kinda shrugs as if saying, I'm just winging it.

In reply to Robert E. Lee Jessup (msg # 17):

J.P shrugged his shoulders in response, to be honest he thought it might be an animal, either way he held his pistol ready.

TAB softly jogs to where Jonathan and Robert, seeing that both have guns TAB indicates that he will open the allowing both Jonathan and Robert a clear shot.

Grabbing the handle on the door as quietly as possible, TAB also double checks that he can easily access he melee weapon.  He nods to Robert awaiting his command to pull open the door.

Tab finds that the door knob is unlocked. All he has to do is continue holding the door knob. take several steps back and to the right open the door to allow Rob and Jon to enter.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 20):

Once the door is pulled aside J.P will enter the building his handgun at the ready. He sweeps the building looking for any obvious threats or anything suspicious.

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 22 using 1d20+2 with rolls of 20.  perception roll.

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Tab opens the door all the way so Jon and Robert can enter. Jon moves to enter the shed first. From the doorway the first this he sees is a row of four women directly in front of him (they appear to be in their late teens or early twenties) tied up (and gagged) to a large wooden table that is in the middle of the shed. The four women look terrified, scared, and there is a puddle of liquid under each woman.

On top of the table is a pile of metal target racks and stacks of paper targets. Jon is unable to see what's on the other side of the table.

From the materials lying about the shed's purpose seems to be the storage of metal target racks of various shapes and sizes along with stacks of paper targets. There are two other tables in the shed which also have metal target racks propped up against them and stacks of paper targets on top of them.

More metal target racks hang from the shed's rafters.

Jon begins to walk into the shed and immediately stops before going through the doorway.

[Private to Jonathan Pembersley: You see a piece of taunt fishing line running across the open door way at chest height. If you hadn't seen it (good thing for that nat 20!) you would have set off some sort of makeshift alarm or booby trap.]

OOC: I have a game map up for group three.

Please let Jon post first. Once everyone has posted please wait for me to get another post up.

J.P raises his arm to show the others the fishing line at chest height before dropping down and going under it. He rises with his pistol pointed at the the table the woman are up against. He moves out of the way so the others can also go under the fishing line should they choose to.

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Rob kneels down into a defensive crouch. He reinforces to Tab where the tripwire is and then carefully moves under it. Once in the shed he will stay crouched and take up a partial cover defensive position behind the door. Raising his rifle he says to Tab,

"Maybe we ought to just cut one loose at first and see what the fuck is goin on. If the assholes who did this are in the range we could be in trouble."

TAB acknowledges that he sees the fish line trip wire, it was a great catch by the Brit.  TAB holds the door to the shack all the way open with his back to it in a crouched position.  Taking up more of a look out position.  TAB's vain attempt at trying to keep an eye out for anyone coming from behind or from above.  TAB couldn't see everything that was going on inside due to his eye's not adjusting to the dark environment by staying outside.  But he heard what Robert said and agreed it was not a bad idea.

"Robert keep your hands clear of their mouths though, they might have been bit or something.  Better yet leave the gag on and just get them to nod yes or shake there head for no." 

TAB spoke in a audible but hushed tone.

OOC: The door opened outwards So there is no way for Rob to use it for cover unless he's practically under the trip wire.

Let me know if this is where everybody intends to be.

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Rob covered the door from just inside the entrance to the shed until Tab took over. Once inside Rob stands approaches the female captives.

 "Okay ladies please try to stay calm. I'm gonna start by removing the gag from one of you and you can tell us what is going on. After that we can all get the hell out of here."

Rob chooses the woman who appears the most composed given their current predicament. He draws his bayonet from the sheath and moves to carefully cut the gag off.
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Covering Rob as he worked J.P continued to train his gun on the barricade across the table. Moving to the left slightly so he is able to cover the while thing.

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Jon covers Rob as he leans down to cut the gag off one of the women. Before Rob can begin cutting the gag away a voice from the far right side of the shed speaks out: "A military man wouldn't have come in here after seeing my trip wire."

Three men then appear out from behind various places of cover within the shed.

One man peeks up from behind the wooden table the women are tied up to pointing a double barreled shotgun at Jon. The two men are less then five feet from each other and are pointing guns at each other's faces.

From the far right corner a man peeks out behind a stack of paper targets aiming an Uzi at Rob, Jon and the four tied up women.

From the far side of the far right table in the shed a man leans out (probably the one who spoke) aiming a military grade assault rifle that looks like its fully decked out like the soldiers had on the Air Force Base. The laser from the assault rifle sweeps across both Rob and Jon. This same man speaks again. "Put your guns down on the ground, no one needs to die here today."

OOC: If you want to start shooting please post a full melee's worth of actions in your next post.

[Private to Robert E. Lee Jessup: It will take you one action to get a gun trained on one of the bad guys.]

[Private to Tiberus Asimov Blackiron: You can't see the Uzi guy or the dude speaking. But they can't see you either.]

"Well it did not take you fuckers long to go feral. Now put down your weapons and I won't have the M2 on the truck outside tear this place apart."

"You have fuck all time to make up your minds."

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 8 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 4.  Shot 3.
Jonathan Pembersley rolled 17 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 13.  Shot 2.
Jonathan Pembersley rolled 12 using 1d20+4 with rolls of 8.  Shot 1.


Jonathan Pembersley rolled 7 using 3d6 with rolls of 3,3,1.  Damage.
Jonathan Pembersley rolled 5 using 3d6 with rolls of 2,1,2.  Damage.

Jonathan Pembersley rolled 10 using 1d20+8 with rolls of 2.  Dodge.

More crap rolls.


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OOC: I'm waiting for Robband Tab to post.  Just want to make sure they seen the current situation and have a chance to respond or at least post some thoughts (probably along the lines of 'oh shit').

Rob freezes as he starts to reach towards his bayonet. His heart feels like it is about to pound through his chest. He closes his eyes only for a moment, long enough to take in a big deep breath, but it seems like much longer in his head. Everyone has heard of the whole life flashing before your eyes bullshit but for Rob its more like a couple of the "Greatest Hits" and they provide no comfort. Exhaling he opens his eyes and he is visibly calm. He speaks looking directly at the man with the tricked out AR, his voice is steady and lacks emotion. His facial expression is even close to lifeless looking. Rob is young and ignorant but he is not stupid. He can see these men have the proverbial "drop" on them.

"Ya'll can go ahead and put me outta my fuckin misery. Im from Texas and we don't give up our guns."

Provided the shooting doesn't immediately start Rob without changing stance, tonal quality or expression continues.

"I've had a couple 1st place finishes in three gun competition so the way I see this going down is if you dont put one through my brain with your first shot I will get ya. Shakey over there with the Jew gun will hose me and these bitches down. Jon and the farmer with the scattergun will probably kill each other and our buddy by the door will run off and im not sure why he ain't already."

Once again Rob pauses and if no one is yet shooting he will continue. This time with a little grit is his voice. Which is probably far less intimidating then his monotone sociopath voice.

"We was just lookin for supplies. I don't give a shit about ya'll or your little fuck-buddies here. My pops was on death row in Livingston for human traficking when all this went down so beleive me ive seen worse and couldn't care less. Im gonna back out of here, duck under your little booby trap and scoot. Or you can fuckin commence to shootin!"

Rob shows teeth in a rictus grin his whole body tenses in anticiaption of whats to come.


"OOC: If they let him go great if not Robs plan, if he doesnt die immediately, is to dive to the left firing wildly in the direction of the guy with the AR. Once on the ground he will roll and continue firing as fast as his finger will pull the trigger until he is dead or the mag is empty. He will enact his suicidal plan if at any point in the conversation things go south. I included two dodges and five shots to represent my full range of attacks using the house rules for firing wild.

20:38, Yesterday: Robert E. Lee Jessup rolled 9 using 1d20 with rolls of 9.  shot 5 burst fire.
20:37, Yesterday: Robert E. Lee Jessup rolled 3 using 1d20 with rolls of 3.  shot 4 burst fire. (MISS)
20:36, Yesterday: Robert E. Lee Jessup rolled 6 using 1d20 with rolls of 6.  shot 3 burst fire.
20:36, Yesterday: Robert E. Lee Jessup rolled 20 using 1d20 with rolls of 20.  shot 2 wildfire.(NATURAL 20)
20:35, Yesterday: Robert E. Lee Jessup rolled 5 using 1d20 with rolls of 5.  shot 1 ( wild fire).
20:33, Yesterday: Robert E. Lee Jessup rolled 10 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 5.  dodge.
20:32, Yesterday: Robert E. Lee Jessup rolled 10 using 1d20+5 with rolls of 5.  dodge
 
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TAB had been thinking what would in the world would be good options in this situation and his brain was jammed up until Rob decided to let the cat outta the bag.  If they got of out this TAB was gonna punch Rob.  TAB's mind raced, almost panic stricken, collecting himself quickly and taking a calming breath TAB listens to hear if anyone is coming to verify his location.  TAB unsheathes his bayonet and machete and remains crouching weapons at the ready.

Rob is allowed to speak his peace of mind, but as soon as he backs up and tries to leave the shooting begins.....

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Jon and the guy with the double barreled shotgun shoot each other simultaneously.  While the guy with the shot gun crumples to the ground, Jon is sent flying back four feet from the kinetic force of a pair of 12 gauge buck shot shells being fired into his upper body.

As Jon flies back he triggers the tripwire he and Rob had ducked under. The booby trap is an axe comes swinging down to hit a person at head level. But no person is there so the axe just swings back and forth. Jon lands on the ground and lies halfway outside the shed's doorway. Lying on the ground stunned for several seconds Jon's mind tries to register what just happened......

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TAB armed with only a machete and bayonet moves away from the door as the shooting starts. Jon lands practically where TAB just was.  Not wanting to rush into the shed into a hail of gunfire TAB just hunkers down and waits.

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Rob tries to avoid getting shot by the first shot fired but is stuck in the right side of his chest. The rifle round impact throws off Rob's aim and he puts a three round burst into the ceiling of the shed. The impact from the rifle round is such that Rob doesn't even feel the single bullet fired from the Uzi that hits him as well.

As Rob rolls towards the door and partial cover he's hits a second time by the guy firing the assault rifle, this time the bullet hit him in his back SAPI plate. But Rob does avoid taking a burst of fire from the guy with the Uzi. Unfortunately the burst from the Uzi hits one of the tied up women who spasms and kicks for a few seconds before going limp. Rob's second three round burst with his M16A2 hits the guy with the assault rifle center mass. The guy with the rifle lets out a shortened yell as he is slammed into the side of the shed.

With both Rob and the Uzi guy in partial cover consisting of stacks of paper targets, the two both fire at each other and miss. They then fire at each other again and hit each other. The guy with the Uzi takes three 5.56mm rifle rounds to the face which essentially disintegrates his head and skull. Rob on the other hand gets hit by a burst of 9mm slugs along his left side. The impacts knocks Rob on his back. The one bullet that his his helmet stuns him for a few seconds.

As Rob lies on the ground, he vaguely sees the guy with the shotgun get up from behind the table. As the guy with the shotgun moves to the side of the table he raises the shotgun at Rob's head one handed, with his left arm just kinda hangs down at his side.....

Jon comes out of his daze and sees the guy with the double barreled shotgun raising it at Rob. Jon in turn raises his right hand, still grasping the M92F Berretta and shots the guy with the shotgun in the head.

OOC: Well if Rob or Jon hadn't been wearing armor they'd be dead. I also hope somebody here has first aid....each of you does have an individual first aid kit.

Individual 1st Aid Kit

• 1 Utility Pouch
• 1 Tourniquet
• 1 Elastic bandage kit
• 1 Bandage GA4-1/2” 100’s
• 1 Surgical adhesive tape
• 1 Nasopharyngeal airway kit
• 4 Surgical gloves
• 1 Combat gauze dressing

Damage totals to Jon
06 SDC to left shoulder armor
03 SDC and 03 HP to left forearm (this is a bullet wound, you are bleeding, and will lose one HP per minute)
03 SDC to throat protector
11 SDC to vest
02 SDC to Face shield
06 SDC to Helmet
03 SDC and 02 HP to left forearm (this is a bullet wound, you are bleeding, and will lose one HP per minute)
02 SDC to right shoulder armor

08 SDC from the shotgun blast impact (this is just bruising)

Damage totals to Rob
05 SDC and 04 HP to Left arm (this is a bullet wound, you are bleeding, and will lose one HP per minute)
17 SDC to left shoulder armor
32 SDC to Torso armor
17 SDC to front SAPI plate
18 to back SAPI plate
07 SDC to helmet

23 SDC from the bullet impacts (this is just bruising)

Action 1
15:38, Today: Secret Roll: Darkside Trooper rolled 15 using 1d20 with rolls of 15.  Shotgun guy shoot Jon +4 (double buckshot).
unat 19
15:47, Today: Secret Roll: Darkside Trooper rolled 41 using 10d6 with rolls of 6,6,3,5,4,2,2,6,5,2. Shotgun dmg to Jon.
41 SDC

15:39, Today: Secret Roll: Darkside Trooper rolled 1 using 1d2 with rolls of 1.  Rifle guy shoot 1= rob 2= Jon.
15:45, Today: Secret Roll: Darkside Trooper rolled 5 using 1d20 with rolls of 5.  Rifle guy shoot rob +2.
21:13, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 17 using 5d6 with rolls of 2,4,6,3,2.
Unat 7 (17 SDC to front SAPI plate, 5 SDC to Rob from the impact)

15:38, Today: Secret Roll: Darkside Trooper rolled 1 using 1d2 with rolls of 1.  uzi guy shoot 1= rob 2= Jon.
15:39, Today: Secret Roll: Darkside Trooper rolled 15 using 1d20 with rolls of 15.  Uzi guy shot Rob +1.
15:49, Today: Secret Roll: Darkside Trooper rolled 11 using 3d6 with rolls of 2,5,4.  Uzi Dmg to Rob.
Unat 16 (11 SDC to torso armor, 3 SDC to Rob from the impact)

Action 2
21:12, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 7 using 1d20 with rolls of 7.  Rifle guy shoot rob +2.
21:19, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 18 using 5d6 with rolls of 3,3,4,6,2.
Unat 9 (18 to back SAPI plate, 6 SDC to Rob from the impact)

Action 3-4
21:38, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 23 using 2d20 with rolls of 4,19.  Uzi guy shoot at Rob (bursts) +1.
MISS
HIT

21:45, Today: Darkside Trooper rolled 54 using 18d6 with rolls of 1,3,5,3,4,1,3,5,1,6,1,6,3,1,4,1,3,3.  Uzi Dmg to Rob (6 rd burst).

After Jon's last shot and the firing seems to have stopped, TAB sheaths both weapons, taking hold of Jon and hauling away from the line of the door.  Looking over Jon for wounds, TAB finds the left forearm gunshot wound.  TAB removes his first aid kit from his molly webbing and proceeds to Jon's wounds. Talking in clear voice but not yelling TAB starts talking to Jon and Rob.

"Rob talk to me man how are you in there?"

Switching to Jon

"Hey man, looks like you got off lucky you have one wound to your arm here.  I will do my best to patch yeah up but I am not making any promises, this will most likely be temp till Laney can help out."

As TAB is dressing Jon's he keeps an eye out for movement or noises of anyone approaching.


[Private to Darkside Trooper: 20:31, Today: Secret Roll: Tiberus Asimov Blackiron rolled 76 using 1d100 with rolls of 76.  First Aid. Fail
20:35, Today: Secret Roll: Tiberus Asimov Blackiron rolled 16 using 1d20 with rolls of 16.  Perception check.]

In reply to Tiberus Asimov Blackiron (msg # 35):

"Hereee.... I've been hit." He was finding it hard to inhale, so it sounded like he was puffing or was it fear. J.P knew they were alone having dispatched the last shooter. "He got my arm." Raising himself into a sitting postion he lets Tab look at his forearm.

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Rob rolls up onto his hands and knees struggling to draw breathe. Coughing and sputtering he croaks out first softly then loud enough to be heard.

"I ain't dead... fuck me."

Rob stands on unsteady legs, pulls out his bayonet and stumbles towards the captive women doing his best to avoid looking at the dead one. He falls to his knees by the first one and begins cutting them free. Provided none of them do anything hysterical involving him he will move around to check on the assholes who just played out the shootout at the O.K. Corral with them to ensure they are deceased. Any of them that have intact heads he will forcefully stab the bayonet throught their eyeball into their brain and give it a twist for good measure. He slings his M-16 and picks up the tricked out A.R. and any mags the guy has on him. He stands staring at the carnage around him trying to register it. Trying to feel disgusted or amazed or something like your supposed to at times like this.

Unable to feel much past the throbbing pain in his arm he will exit the building squinting against the glare. Seeing Jon and Tab both alive he does manage to exhale a breathe of relief he didn't realize he had been holding. He sets the military issued rifle next to Tab and then sits down hard.

"Trade ya a rifle for some first aid. I got hit in the arm. Besides that hammer is pretty scary but next time we breach a building ya might wanna be on equal footing."

In reply to Robert E. Lee Jessup (msg # 37):

Wrapping up with Jon, TAB switch's over to Robs left side wound and does the best that he can remember from his first aid training as TAB complete's Rob's dressing on his arm he realizes that he really blew it on Jonathan's he would have to go back and make it right.  TAB glanced at the rifle while he was dressing the wound, he wasn't over all incredibly proficient with weapons, but a life on a ranch had taught him the safe handling of fire arms, the loading unloading and every once in awhile he could hit something.

"Hey Jonathan, I wanna another look at that dressing, it looks like it could be a little better."

Once done with Jonathan it looked even worse then before, TAB knew the bleeding was stopped but Laney or the other one really needed to look at.  TAB also knew that this was probably the beginning of a long line wound dressing.

TAB addresses both Rob and Jonathan

"Well other then a small fire fight looks like we can check out the building for anything of value.  And might as well grab that ax for just in case we need to chop something down and I appreciate the fire arm. How about you give me your's and you can have the fancy one, might be better in your hands or we can worry about it later.  Once I am done with your wounds how about we take a quick look again and then boogie back to Joint"



[Private to Darkside Trooper: 20:24,
Today: Secret Roll: Tiberus Asimov Blackiron rolled 29 using 1d100 with rolls of 29. First Aid . On Rob's wound
Today: Secret Roll: Tiberus Asimov Blackiron rolled 85 using 1d100 with rolls of 85.  First Aid. Messes up Jonathan's dressing again.]

"Thanks for that. You untie the girls and see if you can get anything out of them while we collect up the guns and ammunition and anything else these arse clowns have on them. Shit do they have a car, check for keys while we are at it."

J.P moved to the gun with the shotgun and checked his pockets while taking up anything worth taking. He would then do the same to the guy with the UZI before looking for a back door. All the while puffing and trying not to use his left arm for anything strenuous.

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Rob grunts as he stands up and takes in a deep breath grimacing slightly. He hands Tab the Air Force issued rifle keeping the tricked out one for himself. He will visually inspect it and give it a quick once over before following back into the shed.

"Sounds good. Thanks for wrapping me up. I feel like someone kicked my ass good. And I've caught my share of beatings."

Rob will do a more thorough inspection of the shed and the guys body he got the rifle from now that he is not actively bleeding. He will also be more wary of booby traps.

TAB bandages up Jon's arm wound, at this point the dressing is just to stop the bleeding, not to remove the buckshot in his arms. Looking around he sees the MRAP approaching, driving 'cross country' (i.e. no driving on a road) to quickly arrive.

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Rob cuts loose one of the women. The woman in turn begins to release the bindings on the other two surviving women. All three appear to have been struck several times in the face. Who knows what other injuries or assaults they had been subjected to.

Getting the hint that the women want to tend to each other, Rob checks out the dead bodies of the three dead assholes. Apparently an avid fan of the cult hit TV show 'The Walking Dead' Rob bayonets the heads of the asshole who had the double barreled shotgun and the asshole with the M-4 assault rifle.

Picking up the M-4, Rob sees that it has a laser, ACOG scope/sight, and an under barrel M-203 grenade launcher. Checking out the body of the weapons previous owner, Rob finds a silencer, three 40mm grenades, and three magazines that seem heavy enough to be fully loaded.

Through all this Rob doesn't really use his left arm as much, and leaves trail of dripping blood where ever he goes. After he gets outside, and sits down. His left arm is covered in blood.

[Private to Robert E. Lee Jessup: You lose 4 hit points from blood lose as you do the above.]

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TAB bandages up Rob's gunshot wound on his left arm, and stops the bleeding. He then fixes up Jon's bandage as it was apparent that they hadn't completly stopped the flow of bleeding.

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Jon goes to retrieve the weapons from the other two dead assholes only to find that they've been picked up by the older two of the three surviving women. The third 'woman' is really a teenage girl.

"Who are you guys?" The woman brandishes the double barreled shotgun, but doesn't point it at anyone. The other woman does the same with the Uzi (which is an older model with a wooden stock). The teenage girl kinda hides behind the other older women.

The MRAP with Joint and Luke then pulls up to the shed.
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"Bloody heroes lady, now for your gratitude please." He holds up his arm. "What can you tell us about these clowns ? Do they have a vehicle ?" If there is a rear door J.P will take a peek outside.

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Rob situates his new found gear utilizing the various webbing and pockets etc. He looks up to see the newly freed women holding weapons and gives them a hard flat stare. In reply to her question he says,

"Just some guys. Sorry that gal there got shot but y'all are free, ya got some guns maybe you should scram."

Rob exits the storage building and will start walking towards the other building but stops long enough to try and wave to whoever is hard charging in the MRAP but he did so with his left arm and that causes a jolt of pain so he just turns and continues walking. He begins to inspect the exterior trying to be more careful than last time so he looks for windows, other exits, roof access etc. He will not attempt to enter the range until the others get there and they have a plan.
This message was last edited by the player at 16:34, Wed 24 May 2017.

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 41):

TAB organizes his first aid kit and makes a note that they had better grab more of them.  Everyone should probably carry an over stuffed first aid kit even with people not knowing how to use it.  Hearing the MRAP coming up TAB stands up and turns to the ladies.  Rob had the right approach, little information about themselves, but sending them on their own was not a good idea.

"Listen we were just passing through and we caught a radio signal from one of the other ranges asking for help so we were sweeping the area.  Our ride is here so we are gonna be on our way, but I will open an invitation as I think our de facto leader would be pissed if we didn't.  Hop in with us, we will treat your wounds and if you wanna stay or go is up to you.  Your gear is your gear and if we can spare some food we will.  I would recommend coming with us, due to the fact that just over past that water tower at the other range is a mob of dead.  If those guys had a truck we would like to know as my other associate said, information is valuable but more valuable is cooperation. "

With that TAB slowly walks and grabs the ax and then proceeds back towards the MRAP. His body language indicating that no harm is intended.  He would leave them up to their choice, seeing as only minutes ago they clearly were not being given that.

In reply to Woman 1 (msg # 42):

Coming in a touch hot Joint, lays on the brakes and slides forward a bit.  From what he can see the situation could have been worse, no dead on their side just wounds.  The Brit, Rob and TAB were talking to three pretty beaten up ladies from the looks of it.  Not wanting to make a situation more tense then it had to be, although no doubt the armored MRAP didn't help, Joint opted to stay in the vehicle.  Only indicating by motion to his wrist that time needed to be paid attention too.

The woman who picked up the Uzi answers Jon, as she looks over the Uzi andtries to figure out how the Uzi works, but without pointing at anyone or touching the trigger. "They got a pair of dirt bikes somewhere around here, not sure where they put them after tying us up in here." She sling the Uzi and tells a brief story. "They was tying to get us to Hoover Dam where they said we were gonna be breeders."
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The first woman continued the story. "There two more of those psychotic fucks around here. They went looking for another ride after the truck they had us in broke down."

In reply to Woman 1 (msg # 48):

"How long ago did the other two leave ? Did you see what direction they went in ?" He looks out the door before adding "If you need a ride you are welcome to join us, where did they catch you ?"

-

In reply to Jonathan Pembersley (msg # 49):

"They left yesterday afternoon." She then explained a little bit of what happened, but it's obvious parts are left out. "They grabbed us separately, and kept us gagged all the time. We don't even know each other's names."

As Rob and Jon talk with the three women, it becomes quite apparent that the youngest 'woman' is maybe 14 or 15 years old. Not speaking up to this point, she speaks rather feebly, as she points to the dead woman. "We didn't really know her, but we have to bury her and make sure she doesn't come back." The girl then begins to sob and cry.

As TAB was walking away, the girl with the uzi mentioned the damn that they were heading to and it stopped him in his tracks.  Looking around and listening for any walkers, TAB turns back and goes to stand beside Jonathan.

"What else were you able to hear from these dirt bags, specifically anything in reference to the damn.  Anything about what they were going to do if they didn't come back or about other members from the damn coming out if they did not arrive back at their base on time.  Any detail you can remember."

TAB turns and gets Luke's attention and signals for him to keep an eye out on the surrounding area.

Rob grimacing slightly from the pain of his wounds gives the young girl his best version of a sympathetic tone.

"Darlin if ya made it this far then I know you have seen and well... I guess experienced some pretty terrible shit. We ain't got no time for proper Christian burials and the like anymore. I put a knife through the brain of all the dead people in here but that is just some shit I saw on T.V. Who knows what puts em down for good but she is all tied up so no worries. I'm sorry that sounds terrible but shit ain't ever gonna be like before and we will adapt or die. Anybody tells ya different its because they are full of shit or in denial. Ya'll can stay and have a funeral for all I care but im thinking we need to get moving."

Rob will situate his gear as best he can being careful with his injured arm and make his way back to the truck.

In reply to Robert E. Lee Jessup (msg # 53):

"So if you was lying there dead would you want us to leave you to be coyote food?"

"If we can't bury her here, we should at least take her with us and bury her later."

Rob glares at the women as he threads the suppressor onto the end of his new M-4. Flipping off the safety he points the barrel point blank at the dead woman's head and discharges three shots. He then strolls out of the shed and goes to get back into the MRAP.

18:02, Today: Robert E. Lee Jessup rolled 9 using 1d20 with rolls of 9.  Burst fire point blank range, called shot head.

In reply to Robert E. Lee Jessup (msg # 55):

The woman didn't do anything to Rob but does say something.

"You are a sick basterd." She then looks at TAB and John wait to see what their answer was.

In reply to Woman 1 (msg # 56):

"Miss we have all watched people die in the last week or two and there is no going back to bury them.  I would suggest if this is something you are serious about that you grab an item of there's and when we don't have small horde of dead walking around us, we can take a moment to mourn their loss.  I would not want anyone else dying for me, just to give me a proper burial.  The man driving I assure you will not wait, you will be on your own.  Our window is closing Miss, you are with us or you are on your own."

TAB questions barley got answered, the women were clearly still in great distress and well TAB wanted not to just be a out in the open right now.

"I'm sorry, but we just don't have the time to be digging holes, as it is once the truck returns we will have to get of dodge pretty quick. With my arm bunged up I'm not going to be any help on the end of a shovel anyway." He shakes his head before adding "Lets check the other building so this cluster fuck has been worth it for something."

-

A ripple of gunfire is heard coming from the direction that Laney and the others went to.....

Rob is climbing up into the MRAP when the gunfire erupts in the distance. Looking up at Joint he says,

"Got shot in the arm, walked into a trap set by three guys from out at the dam. Rescued some ungrateful bitches. Tab and Jon are in there playin nice. One of the girls said there are two more guys out scavenging that will be coming back."

Rob will climb up into the turret taking it as easy as he can with his injured arm.
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Luke nodded, letting Rob have his seat spot. "Teach me to use it one day. Need more than one dude can run it safely. Yeah?" At the gunfire from the other direction Luke shakes his head, "We gonna go check on them now Joint?"

Turning to Luke Joint gives a nod.

"Just giving these people a fast minute to make up their minds if they be stayin or going, also can't leave our tourist friend or the pretty boy"

Cracking open his door a bit Joint gives a short sharp whistle, then closes it again.

Rob settles into the turret seat and gets all his gear squared away. In reply to Luke he says,

"Yeah Definitely. Whenever we stop for the night I can show you and anyone else who wants to learn the basics. That's all I know really, I learned from a bunch of Texas militia guys. So I've only ever shot one like twice."

TAB looked expectantly at the women hoping to hear some kinda of response, with nothing as of yet forth coming TAB let out a small sigh.  He grab whatever gear was left to be had even going so far as to grab their foot wear and belts.  Being cautious of the women all the while, he had not figured out if they were to be trusted or not.  Everyone looked distressed lately so even their haggard state could be a disingenuous act.  Once done  TAB gathers it and hurries to the MRAP.

Luke moves from the turret down to the front passenger seat of the MRAP.

Rob checks over the machine gun to fond that Luke hadn't fucked anything up.

The three rescued women follow TAB to the back of the MRAP. They don't seem happy about not being able to bury the dead woman, but don't make any more fuss over it.

---

Joint looks back as everyone climbs into the back of the MRAP. Once the rear hatch is shut he pushes down on the gas pedal. He again drives off road, this time tho going uphill and then past where they had parked for the night. Pulling up in front of the water tower Joint, Luke and Rob are able to see what is going on.

Only one of the two buildings still have people on the roof. The back of the military cargo truck is about 50 feet the front of this building. It is completely surrounded by a horde of Zombies. The back of the truck has about ten people in the back of it fighting off Zombies trying to climb in. Three of the people in the back of the truck are among those that went with Laney as apparent by the military armor they have on. Another person in military armor is standing from the cab of the truck.

The truck begins to move forward and runs over some of the Zombies in front of it...

Joint takes in the unfolding scene that is before them, his foot on the brake.  Picking up the radio on the dash board where he had thrown it.  He talks to Annabelle.

"Well ladies and gents it looks like we will be providing more support for our adventurous Commandant the fearless Laney.  Buckle up hard and fast looks like we are in for some fun.  Oh and I am called Joint by the way, welcome to our little tea party."

As the cargo truck drives out of the horde of Zombies about half of those in the area follow the truck.

OOC: Game Map has been up dated.

Rob leans down into the MRAP and says.

"We should be clear soon unless the zeds got another gear. Sooner we can find home base or whatever the better. Jon and I both got lead in us and I gotta say it fuckin sucks."

The scene was intense, but with Rob giving Joint a little hey what the hell talk.  Joint throws it into drive and pulls into a parallel course with Laney in such a way as to not put them to close to the mob but also to give Rob a line to shoot if he had to.

Luke nodded to Rob thanking him for the training to come.

Once they took off, Luke kept eyes out, watching, not much he could do at the moment anyway.

Joint drives down off the hill and by the time he catches up to the military cargo truck, and pulls up alongside, Laney has turned around and is headed away from the range on E. Corey Ave. The group of people still on the other building jump and wave. Their shouting cannot be heard over the moaning of the Zombies....

As Laney drives down E. Corey Ave, Joint follows. The horde of Zombies (about half those at the range) follow as well.

When Laney stops this doesn't leave a lot of time before the Zombie horde catches up to the two vehicles.

OOC: You guys can freely talk to the other group. When it gets to the point that the Zombie horde is close enough to be a threat I'll let you know. Map is updated.

J.P sat in the back of the APC holding his arm and trying not to jolt it as they moved along the unsealed road. When they stopped he would take a look out one of the gun ports as to what is going on and if in his present state he could be any help.

His ears were still ringing from the close proximity shots in the shed so he had to do a bit of lip reading as well to cotton onto what people are saying if they are not seated or standing beside him.

-

The moaning of the Zombies has gradually gotten louder. Those that look back can see there is only a minute or two before they horde reaches the two vehicles.

OOC: Please state in your next post which vehicle/group your going with. Those who want to go with Joint can post here.

Rob swings the gun around towards the incoming horde... just in case. He is staying with the MRAP wherever it goes."

The conversation was clearly over with Laney, she played the passive aggressive card instead and just went ahead with the we gotta save people shit.  Maybe it was PTSD that Joint had heard that people in combat or other high stress jobs suffered from and this was her coping method. People were already going to die but why make the situation worse.   What he did know was that despite what she said and what TAB said they needed to care for there own injured first before getting anyone else injured.  Hell he was starting to like Rob's no bullshit straight to the point thinking.  Joint rolled his window back up, secured his door and waited for those who were gonna play at hero to leave and those who were tagging along to hop on board the get the fuck out express.
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Luke quickly rolled up the passenger window and checked the lock, "'Nother day at the office huh Joint... damn. Was hoping they'd use some common sense."

In reply to Luke Salem (msg # 76):

Joint lets out a scoffing sound and a nod in agreement.

"Damn right brotha, that chick is all neanderthal skull man. Know doubt the reason her head is bald is her man ran out of hair to drag her dumb ass around and that is why no one can stop her from doing dumb shit.  Now TAB I thought was a smart kid but nope, kid thinks he is some kinda Luke Skywalker or some fuckin spartan.  I didn't see any of them fast zed's they were talking about at the base when I was hoofin it to there to get my baby here.  But from the sounds of it they all ain't slow or dumb, one of those dead heads is going to do something that catches them all off guard and then they are gonna get shit on real quick.  We are gonna watch more of our own die if we don't start doing things real smooth like, we need a real good lead.  And I don't mean me man screw that crap and not that dumb bitch, we need someone with cool calculated head and no bullshit attitude.  We need a bike gang leader or some crazy shit like those Yakuza who don't dick around.  Until things settle down, that's when you need those lovey dove whack jobs."

Joint laced his fingers together and put them behind his head resting a min before the small hoard got to them.

"Hey Rob let me know when they get within seventy five yards or so and then we are outta here and apologies to you ladies in the back for the retardation of this group."

It doesn't take very long for those who wanted to move to another vehicle (Tab and Isabel) to do so.

Isabel gets in the back of the MRAP to see Jon sitting inside. Across from him are two women in their early 20's and a teenage girl. Jon's body armor looks like it took a shotgun blast at point blank range, and the three women look a little beat up and disheveled.

The Zombie horde continues to approach and get to be about 100 yards away....

OOC: Whomever is driving can post driving to where ever.

People in MRAP
Joint (driving)
Luke Salem (passenger seat)
Robert E. Lee Jessup (gun turret)
Jonathan Pembersley
Isabel Tsang
Two women in their early 20's
One teenage girl

Joint still had his hands clasped behind his head, when out of the corner of his eye he spots Laney  going all commando with her hand signals.  Casually and really relaxed Joint unfolds his hands. Pointing to her with is one hand and with his other hand points to his head and calls her crazy by doing the cuckoo sign.  And then flips her the bird and puts on a big smile.  He was tired of her shit and he hoped that non verbal might get across, if that didn't then as he drove the opposite direction to a less zombie mob location he hoped that would get the point across.

(OCC  When Arani goes back to the other range Joint is leaving with the injured, I am assuming we can keep short range contact.)
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In reply to Joint (msg # 79):

OOC: You guys still have the walkie talkies

In reply to Joint (msg # 77):

J.P doubted that either of those two examples of "leaders" would do them any favors and would most likely get them killed. He shows his arm to Isabel once she is seated in the back of the APC and can have a look at it.

Either way now was not the time to get into it so he remains quiet while his arm is treated.

-

Rob ducks back in and says,

The Z's are about 70 yards out. So ladies what is the deal with this camp that other lady was talking about? How are y'all set up and who is running the show?"

Luke nodded, "Don't reckon I'm much of a leader either, I've seen moer shit than most, but that don't make me smarter really. Just means I can handle things better sometimes. Course I ain't ever had to deal with some damned zombies... that's a new one for real." When Rob speaks up, Luke looks into his mirror rather calmly, all things considered.

Arani's voice come in over the comm's that they were about their business.  Time to hole up and get the injured treated and back up and running.  Joint turns again to the crew in the back.

"Buckle up and grip up, we are rollin coal and stay sharp."

Turning back around Joint throws her in gear and rolls out keeping a eye out for a decent hold up spot.  He wasn't gonna abandon no one, but enough people had got in the shit since they left the base.

Robert gets a bunch of vacant looks in response to his question. It is then he realizes that no one from the group just rescued is in the back of the MRAP.

---

As Joint put the MRAP in gear and drives back to the other range Rob climbs back up the turret.

Joint, Rob and Luke all notice that the cargo truck follows for a bit  and then turns left and starts driving down a dry creek bed. Anybody int he back of the MRAP that looks out the small side windows can see this too.

---

The MRAP doesn't have any Zombies following it as it approaches the other range. Upon reaching the other range Joint stops in front of the same building the short gunfight had occurred in. A pair of dogs (domesticated breeds) come running out of the building, one with human entrails in it's mouth, the other with a human arm in it's mouth.....

The dogs run off to the west and disappear behind a stack of tires on the far end of the range.

"Now that Arani, that was a pretty slick plan there, everything seems pretty quite over here.  Hey Luke you mind takin the wheel, I am gonna replace Rob on the gun so he can get patched up.  Or if you want some fresh air you can have a go at it.  Now is a good a time to get Jonathan and them both squared away."

Joint was real pleased that at least someone came up with a good plan, well truth be told all in all they were all good idea's they just needed to hammer out the kinks in the group.  I mean how smooth was it gonna be. Joint look deep in thought which he was sure probably looked like it didn't take much.

OCC: Joint is cool either taking the gun or staying in the driver seat, just wanna get the boys patched up

Rob climbs out of the turret to make room for Joint.

"Hey Doc go ahead and start on Jon first if ya don't mind. Luke come on up top here I am going to give you and Joint the rundown on this bitch."

Rob proceeds to do just that giving a brief overview of the how the machinegun operates and how to properly shoot it. Afterwards he leans in for privacy and says to Luke and Joint.

"I think im gonna go back in that shed and check those dead guys pockets. Not sure if anybody did that. I was too amped up on pain and adrenaline to think about it at the time. There are a couple of dirtbikes stashed around here and just being honest with ya'll if I hadn't gotten clipped in the wing I would be riding one of them bitches into the sunset already. I heard what you were saying back there Joint and it made a lot of fuckin sense to me. I did what my court appointed shrink said and tried to see things from your point of view and now I want you to try and see them from mine. I tried to do that with Laney but that bitch is crazy. Don't get me wrong the rest of ya ain't far off.

You chewed her ass and rightfully so for making stupid decisions and trying to play hero. But ya'll still think assaulting the Hoover Damn is a good idea. An unknown enemy entrenched in a fortified, easily defendable position that already took out a group of professional soldiers. Those motherfuckers are so comfy they are sending out shitheels like the guys we greased to gather up bitches to fuck. It's just not a good idea just like Laney playing hero right now is a bad idea. But because you gave your word or you got a hard on for the idea of honor, I mean its great you feel that way. But for me personally I gotta say fuck all that horse shit. Maybe that makes me a pussy or a coward but in this world I dont have to give a shit about that anymore. I've been surviving monsters my entire life but still having to try and survive in society. Now society is gone and I can focus on just surviving. The shit this group is doin ain't really my idea of an effective survival strategy.

 I plan on heading out with that other group and figuring out how to exploit them for whatever I can and then move on. Once I get back to West Texas and my family place I will have a remote, defensible homestead with good hunting and spring fed stocked ponds. Even though the government auctioned off all our belongings the wind turbines and solar panels are part of the property so it is completely off grid. There are also weapons, ammo and supplies cached all over the property. So yeah I lied to the nice military man but im not getting my guts blown out for him. I'm going home. I just wanted to give you two a heads up because I know ya'll got some sense. I'll listen to whatever bitching and moaning the others feel up to but I ain't gonna let anyone stop me from leaving."
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OOC: Ypu guys are not in combat so please post as much ch as you want.

In reply to Robert E. Lee Jessup (msg # 87):

Joint listened quietly without interruption, only letting out a small chuckle when Rob called Laney  a crazy bitch.  Once Rob was done Joint leans back, a slightly contemplative look on his face, his hand coming up to scratch an itch on his cheek.

"Shit Rob, I get it man, we all can tell you have been in the shit before in whatever capacity and we don't need to know.  Your business is your business and how you wanna handle it is not up to us.  But like you said I am not to far off from being crazy myself, I gotta keep my word to the Major.

I tell you what though, you made some solid points there about the Dam and your right we would be walking into a slaughter house no doubt.  You come up with some kinda way to breach it safer then an open assault and keep yourself outta the plan and I will execute it and do what I promised and the others gave there word on.  Hell we all could bounce, out the Major even said as much that he half expected us to not do it.  Either way though you want out I won't stop you and I will make sure no one else stops you either.

So since you have that busted wing I will go with you and check out this little building and if we find these dirt bikes strap them to this MRAP.  Shit I will fix that bike up real nice for yeah."

Joint had a big grin on his face, this Rob guy might be a nut job, but he was a nut job that was gonna survive.

Although they were away from the action the sound of semi auto fire was unmistakable, Joint had heard it enough on the base and pre zombie shit storm.

"Son of bitch, they come up with a great plan and then just start freakin shooting everything.  Like what the hell is the problem with these people.  Doc you better get these boys squared away ASAP, we might be engaging right away and Robbi boy here wants to do some real quick bike shopping."

Joint will check his gear make sure things are squared away, if Rob wants a dirt bike he will try to help Rob get a dirt bike.
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Climbing down and making his way to the shed to check the pockets of the men he thinks about the things joint said. He will also keep an eye out for the dirt bikes.

"Thanks, hopefully they stashed the bikes close."

In reply to Robert E. Lee Jessup (msg # 91):

One of the rescued women speak up about Rob's inquiry. "The two dirt bikes are behind the buidin' we was in."

OOC: As Joint has mentioned IC, there is sporadic gunfire coming from the other range.
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"Sounds like the rescue is underway."

Rob pauses before going back in the shed. The chaotic scene from earlier plays out in his head and he suddenly doesn't really wanna see the dead men's faces again. If he were alone he would just blow it off but with Joint there he takes a steadying breath and enters the shed with his pistol out and ready just in case. He will more thoroughly search the men's bodies rifling through pockets etc. After that he will go to where the ladies mentioned the dirt bike would be and stage it to be ready to move if things go according to plan. By the sounds of gunfire in the distance that may not be the case.

Luke looks around nervously, hoping this shit gets easier... or smoother at the very least. "Wonder how they recruit members." he says absent mindedly.

J.P heads to the other building pistol in hand to see if it is obviously open, or has been looted. He tries to stay silent and unseen if possible.

-

Rob doesn't find anything special on the dead guys other thne the fact that a pair of dogs (the ones that ran off) were apparent gnawing on them. The dude that almost had Rob with the shotgun is missing his left arm, and the dude that had the Uzi has had his guts ripped out. The shed is starting to smell bad.

As Rob checks the bodies he finds the following:

• Dude missing arm: Reading glasses in hardened case, and single key on a key ring painted orange.
• Uzi guy: A Strawberry Fanta soda can, and single key on a key ring painted yellow.
• Dude who had the M-16: A set of keys that match the model/make of the blue truck outside.

Rob then walks behind the building to get a look at the aforementioned dirt bikes. Sure enough there are a pair of KTM 450 SX-F dirt bikes. One is orange (like the below picture), and the other is yellow (same as the bike pictured, but replace the orange with yellow).

Both bike are in pretty decent shape, and each a little under a half a tank of gas. The only thing missing are the ignition keys.

OOC: I gotta say holy shit when PB lists a real life dirt bike in the book! Stats are on page 124.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/...ile:KTM_450_SX-F.tif

Jon finds the door to the other building locked. Looking inside a window, he finds it to be similar to the other one where the gunfight occurred.

In reply to Robert E. Lee Jessup (msg # 93):

Joints lips tighten at Robs comment's about the gun battle in the distance. As always though he forced himself to keep focused on the task at hand.  While Rob checked the bodies again and came away with some keys, Joint kept watch.  Rob's wing was wounded and was patched but a busted wing was a busted wing.  The sight of the bikes was nice, it wasn't a wasted trip or exploration.

"Well there yeah have it Rob step one in your master plan to get the hell away.  Let's get these strapped on to the MRAP and see what the Brit found."

Luke will help load the bikes up.

Joint finds four military style cargo straps, each of which are 5 feet long. With Joint doing the heavy lifting and Luke doing the strapping the two strap a bike to each side of the MRAP.

Rob drinks the soda and pockets the reading glasses and keys. He helps load the bikes with his good arm. "Got keys to these two bikes and that truck over there. Might be able to trade somebody in that other group for something." Once the bike is strapped on Rob says to Isabelle, "Hey doc can you check out my arm it is throbbing like a bitch? Um... please ma'am."

Anybody who checks out the blue truck (after getting the keys from Rob) will face me it as the same vehicle that had the CB radio in it. The truck is also pretty much out of gas (the needle is on E).

In reply to Darkside Trooper (msg # 102):

On the way back from the second building J.P checks out the pick up truck, noting down the freq that the CB radio is tuned to. He then makes his way back to the APC asking Rob if he wants a hand if he is going to have a closer look at the truck.

-

With Rob getting his armed looked at by the women Isabella and the Brit coming back from whatever the hell he was doing, Joint scans the area and hopes back in shooing Luke outta the driver side.

"I just wanna get patched up. This whole place is a bust."

Rob seems almost indifferent to the pain in his arm as it is being treated. Only giving a slight grimace every so often and even that goes away when his eyes adopt a distant blank glare.

"This whole place is a bust! A motherfuckin bust! We gotta clear everything out, the guns, the product, all the equipment. Anything we can flip into green.  Those faggot ass commies think they can come at me with some hate crime bullshit. They think they can fuck me!" 

Rob looked around the room and calculated his odds. There were three other members of the Aryan Brotherhood of Texas present. Rob knew for sure two of them were killers including his father who was also an officer in the ABT. He was just a stupid sixteen year old but he figured if he could get the drop on them he could take two down before the shootout started. Honestly he was feeling a little suicidal anyway. His grandfathers entire Ranch and veterinary practice were all just auctioned off after he died owing a massive amount of back taxes. Now his psychopath father has just squandered his last chance of any inheritance by trying to play Scarface. His other grandfather built the home place back in the 70's and it was a preppers paradise. That was grandpas intent after returning from Vietnam.

"What about the kid?"

One of the brothers asked motioning to Rob sitting on the couch. Shawn was his name and Rob remembered he had been considerate of him in the past as well. His only swastika is easily coverable and no neck bolts. The guy is probably a narc Rob thinks when his dads reply breaks his line of thought.

"Fuck him he ain't my problem."

That decided it. Rob stood up and walked towards the bathroom and the .357 revolver he knew was stashed in there. That is when the flash bang went off.

Rob snaps out of it and looks down at his freshly wrapped arm. With a nod of thanks to Isabel he climbs back up onto the MRAP.

Luke moves over, "Wonder what grand plan they'll come up with next buddy." He felt that he had bonded with Joint somewhat, at least they weren't trying to kill each other anymore. So that was something.

'Let's get this motherfucker rollin before that stupid bitch gets everybody killed'

Rob yells and bangs the side of the MRAP.

In reply to Robert E. Lee Jessup (msg # 107):

Rob wrapping on the side of the MRAP snapped Joint back to, holy shit did he ever space out into never neverland.  The high of the last couple days must be wearing off and that was gonna get him or others killed.  Giving Rob a thumbs up and checking all the indicators to make sure everything was cool with the vehicle Joint slaps it into drive and pulls around and forward slowly.

"Hey Luke mind just picking up the mic, press the button give it a second and then let our dark princess know that all is good on our end and we copy her message.  We will rendezvous with them and drive either behind them as cover."

 Joint sigh's deeply

"And let her know I tip my hat to her and the rest for getting those people out safely."


Joint's faced pinched slightly saying those words, but now they had to or were not to late to keep their word to soldier boy.

Luke hears from the others and is told to wait as they are on their way.

About 10 minutes later the 5 ton arrives. The back is pretty full of people. All in all there are 16 people on the 5 ton.

OOC: Please do not post here. I will get a post up here: link to a message in this game

OOC EDIT: Oh I also need to know who has these guns. If no one claims them I will list them with the MRAP along with the extra M-16 (it used to be Rob's but he's got a tricked out M-4 now)
Double barreled shotgun with 8 rounds of 12 gauge buckshot
Uzi SMG (w/old school wooden stock) with one 25 rd magazine (6 rounds in mag)
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