Many, many hours and three flights later (one had been diverted due to a terrorist hijacking and hostage situation on the tarmac at Bogota) you arrive at JFK and finally meet Robert in the flesh. From there it's a short hour and a quarter hop to Portland, ME, and only about 2 and a half hours later than expected.
Stepping out of the terminal the chill hits hard after the tropical warmth of Cuba - it's barely 10 degrees celcius (50 F) and expected to drop to freezing that night.
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"About time you showed up!" a familiar voice yelled from a large SUV outside the terminal.
"Get in, it's freezing out there!"

"Isn't this weather just sublime?  I'll take this over the blasted heat of the south any day.  How you dealt with Cuba is beyond me.  Never did like working in those countries."

Generally I find it easier to take off clothes than put them on. Makes the surroundings more pleasent too.

Melissa Messervy, now wrapped up in a thick coat and winter trousers, stepped out into the Portland air and smiled.

This felt more like home. Wheeling her suitcase, she quickly walked over to the SUV.

"Can you open the boot please?" she asked, forgetting that was not the term for the luggage area of a vehicle in American English.

Once everyone was in, Jack drove to the cheap motel where he'd arranged accommodation.
"Antonio and I checked out Boston while you were getting a tan down in Cuba. Spoke to the police and surviving band members, their roadies and hotel staff, even a few groupies still hanging about."
"Everyone says basically the same thing. Black-clad roughs burst into the hotel hallway via a service stairwell after blowing the fire door. They used 9mm uzis, and killed six hotel employees in the service stairwell. Four of the bands security and two friends of the group were killed in their rooms and out in the hallway, while one off duty police officer was killed when they made their getaway in a stolen van, which later turned up abandoned and burnt out in Lawrence, Massachusetts. The attack was estimated to have taken just three minutes, with the main hallway assault taking just over 55 seconds.
"No prints were found and besides the copious amounts of brass and the doors broken in with a sledge hammer, no other traces were left."
"Fiora's husband, guitarist Richard Kalmer, and five others were injured and are still in hospital. Two are still critical with one of them not expected to live."
"The FBI is looking into left-wing hate groups as possible culprits due to Fiora's conservative leanings, but that trail is going nowhere."
"The attackers were brutal. One of the security had surrendered when it looked suicidal to keep fighting. One laughed as they shot him in the back of the head on the way out."
As he finished speaking he pulled into the motel carpark.
"Go get some sleep and we'll talk about what you've found over dinner."

"Right, well, seems as if we have our work cut out for us.  Listen, I understand I'm new and I'm not looking to step on anyone's toes right out the gate.  You lead, I follow.  Yes yes?"

"Ja, uansett," responded the extremely bleary eyed Karl. The long journey hadn't done him much good, especially having started out hung over.
"Sleep, then snakke."
Already half asleep, Karl headed directly for bed, thankful Jack and Antonio had already completed the motel registration for them.

Before heading for bed, Melissa asked Jack one question.

"Have they got any information off the casings at all? Like manufacturer? If someone bought that much ammo, it might have been logged somewhere and may give us a clue".

Michael found the cold air refreshing after being cooped up in airliners all day.  He grabbed his bag from the back of the truck and waited for Jack to provide him with a room key.
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In reply to Melissa Messervy (msg # 9):

"Winchester. Fairly common and you can buy it by the thousand for just a few hundred dollars."

Melissa shrugged her shoulders.

"Well, I had to ask", she said, "Night everyone".

With that she headed off to her room and tried to get some sleep as her body recovered/adjusted after the travelling.

"Do you have a copy of any files or intel?"

Not suffering from jet lag as the others appeared to be, Robert decided to head to the bar and find a nice quiet spot to go over any information Jack was able to provide.

"Nothing more than I've just said really. Next step I think is to check out the lawyer and see what they know. The only question I see is how we go about that."

A few much needed hours of sleep later (for about half the group anyway) and everyone gathered for dinner in Jacks room.
"So what's the plan? Are we going to try talking to Smith in his office, grab him off the street, sneak in after hours, or what?"
A look through the local phone book had shown many, many "Smith's" as would be expected of such a common name. There were only a handful of listings which possibly matched his initials ("J", "S", or "L" depending on which bit of intel you were looking at), none of which looked like law offices (all residential).
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"Do we know anyone with access or contacts down at the county court?  If he's a registered attorney than they should have his information on file."

"Not personally, but wouldn't that thing be searchable online? Also, if he's an attorney, it's entirely possible that he works from home anyway", Melissa said as she ate some sharmwa that she'd ordered from a local delivery place.

She was mostly refreshed and looking forward to cracking on with this case.

"County court won't be open until tomorrow now anyway. Anyone got a map of this place? If not, I'll get one from reception and we can play logical deduction based on the addresses. Rich attorneys don't live in the drug dealing side of town".

"It's possible that he no longer practices law.  From the things we've heard so far, he might have been disbarred or given up his license.", Michael added.

"So how do we find him then?" Karl asked, pawing through the notes scattered around the table while dodging various take away food containers.
The couple of hours sleep had done him the world of good. His hangover had subsided and he could actually keep his eyes open without resorting to matchsticks to prop up the lids.

In reply to Karl Braende (msg # 19):

At that point, Melissa's phone buzzed. She pulled it out of her pocket and started to read a WhatsApp message. A secure messaging app was a great thing...

After reading it, she smiled.

"We've got a phone number on that fax sent to George McClan in Cuba. 207-915-0927. Now we can just reverse lookup that number and get an address, which will provide us a major clue..."

She wrote the number down on and placed it on the table before doing a quick search.

"207 area code is Maine... so we're in the right state at any rate".

"Let me see that!" Jack grabbed the note and tapped his laptop keyboard a few times. A couple of minutes later a huge smile was plastered on his face.
"Got it. Even better, the house was up for sale back in 2016 and they uploaded pictures and a walk through of almost the entire building!"
"Here, take a look!"
With a swipe of his hand he transferred the information to the television.
http://www.zillow.com/homes/fo...0.256142_rect/15_zm/
"I'm guessing they've converted the garage into office space, although it could be in the front room there."

Jack tapped away a bit longer.
"Looks like Smith was in a bit of trouble in 2016 with the American Bar Association which would explain why the house was up for sale. Didn't actually change hands though so he must have found some money from somewhere to pay his legal bills."
He searched a bit longer.
"Smith is a former corporate lawyer who got caught doing something illegal in 2015 and got himself disbarred in 2016. I can't see what he did though, the file's sealed by the court."
"Looks like he wrote an article on corporate greed and corruption which was published in the ABA newsletter in 2005."

"Well, now that we have a starting place, I'm guessing a little surveillance is in order? Or do you prefer the shotgun to the door approach?"

"That walk-through is almost better than a plan."
He grinned, hangover forgotten. "I say we head straight downstairs and hit the bar."

"I doubt much has changed about the place sine the picture were taken.  We should still do a drive by.   Check to see if he has any of those psychos hanging around.   Maybe there are some places for sale or rent near there.  Makes a good cover."
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"A couple of us could go for a run past it. Shouldn't been too suspicious for two or three of us if we go soon."

"Agreed...I'm in."

Jack nodded his approval of the plan so far.
"Better get moving then, it's already down to about thirty degrees and only going to get colder."
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Melissa raised a hand.

"If we're going to make a recce of the place on the grounds that we're looking for a property, that might wait until tomorrow. People don't check out houses in the evening. That said, there's nothing wrong with a quick drive by".

She looked at her phone.

"I'll stay here in case there's anything more come in from HQ".

"A run is the better option I think," he said with his very distinctive Norwegian accent.
"Slower to pass by, and can stop for a minute and will only look like catching breath."
Give me a few minute I'll come too."
"Palmer, you drive, drop us around the corner and then move around to pick us up again further down the road. Jack print us a map."
"Who's carrying comms? I've got my tactical radio."

"Why not use your phone?  We can conference everyone in and you can pretend to listen to music with some earbuds. I think it might better be better idea to drop you off about a kilo out, in case they have lookouts. We can follow you about a couple of blocks back in case you need help.", Michael offered.

"Besides, you need to sweat out all that alcohol you drank in Cuba."
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"I don't have one. Never bother when out of Europe. Too much trouble."

Jack printed off two pages, one map of the route between their accommodations and the target area and the other a much more detailed map showing the streets for few blocks around the house.
"Might be worth quickly dropping in to this shop I found to pick up any running gear you need. Should be still open for another hour or two."
He flicked the shops website over to the television.
https://www.ems.com/store-details?StoreID=029
"Not much else is open at the moment except Walmart, but it's the wrong direction."

"Just had a thought, guys.   If Smith is still on guard from his kidnapping, having a short-haired military type badass running by the house might set him off.  What if we sent Melissa>  Dress her up like a housewife in some yoga pants and a hoodie. Give her a Starbucks and let her powerwalk the neighborhood?  She could stay on the phone the whole time and not even get a second look."
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"It's cold outside. Nothing wrong with running with a hood or other cover, and I don't see too many military haircuts amongst us at the moment."
Antonio was nearly completely bald, Jack's hair was down to his shoulders, Michael looked like he hadn't shaved in over a week, Eric was bald and had a month's beard growth, and Robert looked about as "average white collar" as you could get. Karl himself was getting towards a desperate need of a trim.

"I believe Micheal may be on to something."

Robert eyes Melissa up and down briefly...

"Hell...she may even be able to draw him out.  Every man has the same weakness."

"He's married," Jack said with some small amount of jealousy showing in his tone.
"To this woman."

"Ahh yes, clearly a married man involved in risky behavior would have no interest in something on the side.", he states with an obvious smirk.  "Regardless, Michaels' idea is still sound."

In reply to Robert MacIntyre (msg # 38):

Melissa took a look at the woman in the picture.

"Yes, that's something I don't get about men in general. You get free sex with a hottie that many guys would give their eye teeth for and you still cheat..."

She thought for a second.

"I'll do the jog, but I am not going to be seen dead in yoga pants, thank you. Seriously, if I die, you are to bury me in a suit".

"I'll go along for the ride but I will stay in the car and keep contact with Melissa.  Do you have a cell?  I'm sure we can grab a few burners at a 7-11 or something."

OOC: Only Palmer and Jack have phones listed on their sheets.
Karl and Melissa have tactical headset radios.

Karl adopted his command voice.
"Here's the plan. We go to the shop Jack suggested and grab some running gear, then head to the location. We'll stop a block or two short, Antonio, Melissa, and I will do the run past the target while Michael and Robert move to the pick up point."
"Melissa, you pass your radio to Robert and I'll have mine on me."
"Jack and Eric will stay here. Jack to dig up anything more you can online, Eric to provide security."
"Are we agreed?"

"Do you want me to start sorting out some other gear while you're gone?" Eric indicated his agreement to the plan.
"Lockpicks, sledge hammer, weapons, masks and so forth?"

"Already done."
"Antonio and I were busy while you were sunning yourselves down in Cuba. There's a bag in the back of the SUV which should have most of what's needed. You want to grab it Antonio?"

Antonio heads outside and comes back a few minutes later with a large and presumably heavy duffel bag. He then unpacks it, laying the items out on a bed.

1x Grappling hook
50 metres rope
4x Steel helmets
7 pairs light gloves
Several ski masks and balaclavas
Fishing/hunting vests (for use as makeshift combat webbing)
Flashlights
1x Bolt cutters
1x crowbar
1x sledge hammer
Duct tape
Glass cutter with suction cup
Lockpick set
Binoculars
3x Colt M-1911A1 .45 pistols with 2 spare mags each
1x .38 Smith and Wesson revolver
1x Mossberg M-500 pump shotgun
1x Remington 700 bolt action rifle
1x Folding Stock Uzi with two spare 32 round mags
100 rounds .45 ACP
20 rounds .38 special
5 rounds 12 gauge slug
25 rounds 12 gauge buckshot
20 rounds 7.62N
100 rounds 9mmP
Numerous other small miscellaneous items

"We got most of it second hand at an army disposal store and a pawn broker. The weapons are all from one of Jacks contacts back in Boston."

Melissa listened to all of this.

"I'll get the radio and pass it to you when we're done here. May I suggest that the three of us run past the target at a random separation of time, so we see the place at different times and don't arouse suspicion by going at identical time intervals?"

She saw Antonio bringing all of his equipment and placing it on the bed.

"We have anything in the way of cameras, especially the concealable sort?"

Antonio shook his head.
"No, we didn't expect we'd be surveilling a target."
"I was thinking if we went as a group and one had to stop to tie their shoelace or something, the other two would be free to look around for a few moments without attracting too much suspicion."

"Lets leave all that here for now and get going," Karl directed, standing up from the table and clearing away what was left of his dinner.
"We leave in ten."

Ten minutes later and all but Jack and Eric were in the vehicle, Michael behind the wheel and Karl navigating.
Twenty minutes later and the group where at the store Jack had suggested, heading inside with a purpose...

Who wants what?
https://www.ems.com/store-details?StoreID=029
Note they sell cameras too according to their website. Don't worry about getting too specific (I don't want to know how many pairs of socks for example).
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Michael walked into the store, well chilled and underdressed. He grabbed a basket and quickly filled it with warmer clothes.

He laid the following items in the checkout counter.

Brown fleece jacket
Dark gray softshell jacket with hood
Fleece hat
Fleece gloves, leather palm.
7x monocular
Kershaw folding knife, 3" blade
5 asst Cliff bars
3 Gatorades.

Melissa did some shopping herself, looking for some workout gear that both kept her warm and didn't show off her backside.

She wasn't sure she'd find any.

It didn't take long for the five of you to grab what you needed and head back out the door again. Price tags were removed, shoes scuffed as well as possible to simulate at least a little wear, and clothing changed as Michael drove to the drop point.

"Ok, we all know what we're doing. A quick run past the target, maybe stopping for a better look if it's safe, then pick up a few more blocks on."
"Questions?"
Karl's newly purchased clothes and shoes looked a bit new really, but given the sun had set a couple of hours earlier it probably wouldn't be a problem.

"Not from me", Melissa replied, "Who wants to go first?"

She'd managed to find some winter running gear including a red thermal vest and warm leggings, as well as a black woollen. She admitted she looked slightly ridiculous, which is why she normally did her exercise indoors on a treadmill.

You didn't get rained on that way.

Michael shook his head.   He just slipped on his new jacket and grabbed his day pack.

"I'm good.  Jack?  You have the car keys? "
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"Can I have a quick com check?"

Melissa spoke into her radio.

"Yes, you can", she said.

Karl, Melissa and Antonio jogged past the target house, stopping outside to tie a shoelace and take a drink or two while they quickly observed the property. Not much had changed since the house had last been advertised for sale - no obvious work had been carried out besides a few different plants in the garden, all currently denuded of leaves as they prepared for their winter dormancy. An expensive late model BMW sat in the driveway alongside an even more expensive Aston Martin. Several lights glowed through closed curtains with the occasional shadow passing by inside indicating there was at least one person home.
On the street a battered minivan drove slowly past and around the corner, and across the street a man shrouded in a heavy coat was walking his dog. Otherwise, the neighbourhood was quiet, most smart people staying inside out of the cold.

"Nice cars," commented Karl.
"Must be about a quarter of a million just sitting in the driveway."
Shoe "re-tied" he slowly jogged on, turning the corner and heading towards their pick up point at Fort Allen Park a few hundred metres away.
"You get any video as you drove past?" he spoke into his radio to Robert as they moved on. He hoped Michael had the forethought to pass his phone to Robert for the task.
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The three runners moved on to the pick up point, noting the battered minivan had stopped about halfway between the target house and pick up point in the park. A quick glance showed at least two people, a man and woman, were still sitting in the front. A shadow seemed to indicate a third in the back but the light was too poor to confirm.
Several other vehicles were parked at the pick up point. The park seemed a popular location to look out over the harbour, or leave your car when running along the waterside trail below. One of the cars started up as the runners approached Robert and Michael, driving slowly past before rapidly accelerating with a squeal of rubber once they reached the street.

As they reached the pick up point, Melissa stopped to catch her breath; the jogging had of course been real with real physical effort extended.

"Guys", she said to the others, "I am pretty certain we have company round here. Three guys in that van and those people just leaving... I'm going to need to make a phone call to see if anyone else is working this case".

In reply to Melissa Messervy (msg # 61):

"Are we talking local, federal...or other?"

"Well the FBI are still on the case, although according to what Jack managed to find out, they're not aware of the connection to Mr Smith here. If it is them, it could be they're investigating something else, our intel says he's been involved in some shady deals."

"If they're feds we probably don't want to go charging in while they're watching. On the other hand, if they're competition, can we afford to wait?"

"Don't know. They could be the cast of the latest series of Big Brother for all I know", Melissa replied, "We could politely knock on the door of the van and find out..."

In reply to Melissa Messervy (msg # 65):

"I like your style...but perhaps there is another way.  Might I suggest some counter surveillance?  Unless we just want to rush the place now, perhaps we should leave someone nearby.  Watch and see who's watching?"

"You volunteering?"
How anyone could stay in the same place for very long and not be questioned currently escaped Karls comprehension. Besides the park they were currently in, the entire area was virtually one hundred percent residential.

OOC:  Did someone download a map of the area?  I can see if any place looks feasible for such an idea.

In reply to Robert MacIntyre (msg # 68):

There's at least one smart phone in the vehicle. I have no problem with you using google earth or some other mapping website to check the area out, in fact I actively encourage you to do it!
The target address is 22 Eastern Promenade, East End, Portland. Use any and all online resources you can find to scope out the property and the neighbourhood. It's unlikely you'll find a floorplan, but there is a walkthrough on one of the real estate sites that should give you a good feel for most of the property.

"We might well want to rush the place now", Melissa replied, "We do have a kidnap victim to find and time is of the essence after all. What does everyone think?"

"I was thinking that myself, but all our equipment is back at the hotel."
He wasn't keen on rushing in unarmed and with their faces uncovered. Most Americans could be counted on having at least a pistol in the house somewhere, even the typically left leaning lawyers.

"That's not impossible problem. We either drive back and collect, or Eric and Jack can taxi here with it."

"Ok, assuming we get our gear here soon, what's the plan?"

The three people in the minivan (two men and a tall, solid woman carrying a bag) you saw earlier drive past the runners get out and head back the way they came from - towards your target house!

"Umm, I think something's going down, right now!"

In reply to Antonio Arlotti (msg # 75):

Melissa swore loudly.

"We need to stop them or at the very least find out who they are! They could kill our lead!"

She started to walk towards them.

"Hey, sexy!" she called out loudly, hoping she would get their attention.
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There's about 50-60 metres from your location to the other three people.

"Shit!"

Motioning to whoever else is still in the car..."Let her, and whoever else is following, get there attention.  Drive the car down a few yards out of their sight and turn around.  We need to be ready to run, gun, or simply roll over them."

"Gun with what?" Karl asked, frantically rummaging through the back of the vehicle looking for something vaguely threatening.
"All the weapons are back with Jack and Eric!"

"Exactly...all we have is the car...", he lets his words hang in the air, instilling the sense of urgency.

One of the men turns around to look while the other appears to scan the opposite direction. The woman talks quietly while remaining alert to their surroundings.

"Tyre iron anyone?" he said offering up the mentioned tool.
"I'll stick with my weighted gloves."

Robert reaches into his boot and produces a small dagger...

"It ain't much, but it aerates the kidneys exquisitely."

The smallest of the trio (the one who'd turned around) says something to his companions, nods, then walks back towards Melissa, his hands in the pockets of his short coat.

FYI, your vehicle is a black Chevrolet Suburban with tinted windows - Jack seems to have chosen the most government looking vehicle he could get his hands on. Sick sense of humour perhaps...

Melissa saw the man approaching her and turned on the charm.

"Hey, handsome", she said, "You looking for a good time? I'm an off duty stripper and I'd love to give you a free lap dance... because I believe in sharing the love..."

She was well and truly winging it at this point.

Palmer reached into his pocket and produced a Kershaw folding knife.  The blade as only 3" but it was still a weapon.  He held it above his shoulder.

"Take it if you need it."

He put the truck in gear and watched Melissa, hoping she wasn't walking into too much trouble.
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The man walked up to the woman keeping his hands in his pockets and answered her.
"Lass, you're pretty an' all and I'm not above having ah good time an' blowin' off a li'l steam.  But you got a lot o' friends in that Suburban an' while I don't get stage fright, some things I don't do fer an audience either."

Melissa gulped slightly.

"Oh, them?" she said nervously, "They're just out looking for a party as well. If you want, we can go somewhere more private... I know this really great motel..."

"Ya know, I got an idea," and took a half step towards her, slipped one arm around her holding her close, and kissed her full on the lips before whispering into her ear.

Antonio sprung from the vehicle to back up Melissa. "You wanna get yer hands off her before I break 'em off?"

"Call Jack and Eric," Karl quietly instructed either Robert or Michael, whichever of them had the phone.
"Get them and our gear here now."

The small man grins like a shark at Antonio, not budging an inch, "I think that's up to tha lady and the thirty-eight special I have wedged in her navel. If yer her pimp and she's ya best earner, I'd recommend gettin' back in that car and shuttin' ya gob."

Keeping his eye on the muscle he defers to the woman, "what'cha say lass? We have an accord?"

Robert quickly taps out the numbers on his phone...without any firepower, this was going to get tricky.

"We may need to flatten his friends.", he states matter of factly; a cold expression spread across his face.

Melissa hadn't had anything metal in her navel since a stud at the age of 18 and that was long done.

She looked back at him, drawing on her SIS training to remain calm.

"He ain't my pimp, Napoleon", she said, "You shoot me in the street, you're going to get the entire neighbourhood out here and trust me, that isn't going to be nice. Seriously, I put up with enough jerks like you at the club".

Both of the man's companions moved to back him up, the woman to a position where she might attempt to intercept Antonio, the second man a little further back.
Even through the thick winter clothing the woman was clearly very fit. If she and Antonio were to have a child, they'd probably have a good shot at taking out almost any body building competition.
The second man was rather more unassuming. Although somewhat heavier in build that his two companions, he was in almost all other ways the average of the three.
Besides the revolver allegedly pressed into Melissa's midriff, none were showing weapons.

The first man rolled his eyes and when he spoke this time, most of the Irish accent vanished, "Oh don't get all pretentious with me princess. I'm not the one standing on a street corner playing a stripper who doesn't like money. And I know Mongo here isn't your pimp. You set the game board, I was just playing it. You were just the bait, but now your also a human shield and hostage all at the same time. You see I knew the scene was all wrong the minute I saw the CIA issue Suburban and all the silhouettes inside."

He relaxed the arm he had around her waist a little, "You called me over here princess. What's the point if you and yours aren't trying to get the jump on me, because this totally reeks of set up. Mongo hasn't jumped me yet because he hasn't decided if I'm buffing or if it's worth risking the gun going off in your belly. And a couple gun shots? Most civilians don't like the idea of gun in their neighbourhood so much that they will dismiss it as something else. A car backfiring. A dumb kid playing with fireworks."

He then shrugged, wiggling the pistol in her belly, "So why are the lot of you wasting my time?"

Melissa realised that her ploy had gone realistically as far as it could.

"Because", she said, "I strongly suspect that we're here for the same reason. One Fiora Cutler. Does the name ring a bell?"

He gave the woman a sceptical look but stopped jamming the revolver in her abdomen. He even slowly de-cocked the revolver and put it back in his pocket and then let the blonde go, taking a half step back. Looking between her and Antonio he asked, "So, what's your guys business with her?"

Eric answered Roberts call.
"Be there in ten."

Melissa smiled.

"Making sure that she enjoys a long healthy life and doesn't end up in a ditch somewhere minus a head", she replied, "I assume you're here for the same reason, so why don't we work together?"

She took a further step back so she was out of his personal space and vice versa.

He shrugged, "but what if I'm the other guy?"

How much of this interaction can we see/hear from the vehicle?  Can we tell that hostilities have slightly subsided or are we still at go?

OOC: If I'm posting something and you can see it on the page, that's what your character can see.
Anything certain individuals cannot see is put into private and secret lines.
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"If you were the other guy", Melissa said calmly, "Then I would already be in a ditch minus a head. Or about to become the latest star of Jihadi TV, wearing a lovely orange jumpsuit".

He grined at the blonde, "Now why would I put a pretty li'l head like that inna ditch? I can easily think ah better things to do with that head o' yours." He then shook his head, "lemme talk to my crew."

He then walked back to where his colleagues had come across the street.
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The trio huddle together talking quietly for several minutes, occasionally glancing back towards you...

Anxiety began to creep in but Robert managed to hold his reserve.  The situation seemed to be working itself out but it was too soon to tell.  A dagger and a car were not going to be enough if this was a setup however.  He checked his watch again..."where was he with those guns?", he wondered.

Melissa remained where she was, keeping an eye on the trio ahead of her.

This was going better than it could have. She could be bleeding out on the pavement for one thing.

Karl shared Roberts impatience, but it had only been five minutes and it would take them at least ten minutes to get there, provided they could immediately obtain transport and weren't delayed.

Jack shouldered the heavy duffle bag full of gear, checked his own pistol, and followed Eric to the car.

"You drive."