psychophipps

The smell of pancakes, bacon-like soy product and freshly brewed coffee drift from the kitchen with the occasional sound of pans being moved around or plates being setup for breakfast. A soft humming that as a definitely not militant slowly evolves into a soft jazz tune after you focus on it. Aubrey occasionally watches the Tai Chi and Yoga with a strange look that is half respect and imagined pain between pouring the pancakes and slapping down more ingredients into a pan. "Sorry, but the eggs came from a carton. They ain't the best but a bit of syrup will help you get them down." Then quite a bit louder, "And don't use up all the hot water, dammit! You aren't the only person who needs a shower!" with a loud knock on the bathroom door. "Breakfast in five!"

Aubrey drops into a chair at the dining area table and starts stripping down the captured weapons and checking them out. He doesn't seem particularly fazed by the display of brutality from the chinese girl but he also doesn't exactly strike any of the others as the type to be fazed by much of anything. "Les, we should get your weapon cleaned up. That was some mighty fine shooting, by the way."

*Assuming the encounter is over and feel free to delete this post if it's necessary*

We all drive away towards the safe house in our respective vehicles to keep things going while dodging inane minutae.

Aubrey tosses the weapons in the back seat of the van and climbs in after motioning for one of the others to open the garage doors.

Aubrey pulls the phone from his pocket and flips it open to hear the call. "Roger. I'm heading in through the back office door now." Walking acrossed the garage to the boosters to check them out, he says "We really should get the rigs and be out of here. Way too much noise for someone to not come looking."

Hearing the cursing from the headset he pulls it from the corpse's head and says into the mic, "I'm sorry but the person you are calling is dead. Please hang up and try again" before switching the unit off. Searching the bodies for any additional ammo or weapons, Aubrey gets ready to head out in the two new vehicles.

"I think we should just tell them to stay where they are and to wait for us to come back for them. If we have a bunch of scared women running back and forth in front of us, we're gonna be blowing holes in them instead of the threats."

Aubrey stays where he's at and waits to see if whoever is out there tries to beat feet his way.

Aubrey sends the text message after realising that two on one and alerted aren't the kind of odds he likes, especially when one of the two has some heavy-duty firepower like an assault rifle. Hope the cavalry showing up let's me get the drop on them from behind...

Changing his mind after a moment, Aubrey sits down below waist level with his weapon pointed at the door and gives the table a good shove up against the wall with his legs for a loud, obviously man-made 'thump'. Hope they head this way...

Aubrey ignores the rifle fire through the door, assuming that the booster is firing from a standing position and thus in a downward angle that doesn't intersect with his position at the rear of the garage. Going through the door should spall the rounds enough so that they won't ricochette straight into him from the floor anyway. If they're randomly kneeling down and blowing it straight into him then that's what he gets for being a merc, no?

Aubrey steps through the door, provided he isn't immediately cut down, and kneels behind the nearest bit of concealment or cover that will protect at least half of him and still allow him to get a series of clean shots through the doorway as the boosters enter. This will probably be from behind one of the vehicles they are coming to collect.

Now, these are just armed street punks and this garage has been abandoned for a while. The chances of these two coming in with anything but a smile at their potentual loot and sheathed weapons is pretty slim. Hard to run with loot and pack an AR at the same time, yes?

"Yeah, of course. I'll send you a text as my signal." He thinks for a second and then asks, "Give me the keys as there might be a back door to the garage I can use."

Aubrey takes the keys and quietly opens the van's door after flicking off the dome light(s). He keeps the handle down and releases it slowly so the lock doesn't click when it's springs lock the door back into place.

Taking stock of his surroundings while making sure that the chromers havn't seen him or otherwise been alerted, Aubrey silently steps into the shadows between two other buildings. He readies the text message to be sent with a single button push after turning the ringer off once he's out of sight. He heads to the rear of the buildings with the intention of getting to the garage from the near side and from the back to minimise his chance of getting hit by friendly fire if it goes south.

He slows his breathing, eyes constantly roving for danger in either cameras, traps, alarms or guards as he subconsciuosly keeps from silhouetting himself and stays in the shadows as he stalks to his position. If there is a door in the rear of the garage, he'll use it and set up his ambush from inside where he can silhouette them in the doorframe and back lighting.

"Yeah, turns off your lights, pull over and let me out. If you give me two minutes to get over there and in position, I can take care of them. When the time is up just roll right on up on them with your lights on like you don't have a care in the world", Aubrey offers. "I should be able to get the drop on them without having to kill anyone."

"Well this situation warrants we hit them fast and hard, in my opinion. As for the inmates, we can open the doors for them but they have to be on their own after that. We don't have the manpower to control them.

Chuck thinks for a second with his eyes closed, thanking the combat gawds for their favor, and asks, "Can you guys see any reason why we should be potentually warning the main target with our initial assault on the motel? I mean, anyone gets word out and he'll rabbit way before we can get to him."

Aubrey finishes up with the cleanup and washes his hands before he grabs his jacket. "Sounds good to me. I can drive."

(OOC: Waterproof tape came in my little ghetto first aid kit I picked up at Wally World so I fail to see why we wouldn't have it. Also, tape like duct tape is very handy for B&E as you can tape a window before breaking it so the shards don't go anywhere. A roll of duct tape, also called 100mph tape, is standard for just about anyone in the U.S. military as it's used for everything from helicopter repair to taping your stock back into your M-16/M-4 until you can get back to base. Seeing as my character is a former D-boy... *shrugs* Up to Chalkline, really.)

Chuck simply takes his que from whomever seems to have the best idea as to what to do, helping in any way that they request.

Aubrey snags Patrizia's plate before she can even get off her chair. "Not the way it works around here. You cook, we do the cleaning."

He starts collecting all the dinnerware, tossing any disposables onto a single plate so he can just scape it into the garbage once he gets intot he kitchen. He doesn't ask for any help but he gives a thankful nod to anyone who pitches in.

Aubrey joins Garth in the poke and twirl technique as he eats his food in a quick, efficient but still neat manner. It seems obvious that he's had a long time of having to eat quickly while making sure that every potentual calorie hits his stomach in case he doesn't have another chance for a potentually long while. He doesn't look around at any time, simply focusing on getting the food into his face and chewing with occasional sips of water to aid in swallowing.

Aubrey digs around in the pantry and kitchen but doesn't seem to find anything worth a damn as far as wine goes. "Sorry, nothing here in regards to wine but I did find a pack of disposable knives" from the kitchen followed by a rattle of the white box full of plastic cutlery as he enters the dining area. "I'll check your weapon after dinner, if that's Ok. This grub smells way too good to wait" he finishes with a grateful smile at Patrizia as he takes his seat.

"Yeah, of course", from the outdoorsman. "You need any help in there in the meantime?"

"Just great. How's the tempurature going to be with our environment comprimised? We're freeze our f*ckin' balls off once we hit altitude with our asses hanging out like this (check the average temp at 36,000 ft. if you want to really know how screwed our characters really are). We aren't exactly wearing arctic gear here."

Chuck casually unsnaps his harness and swings himself down without regard of the so-called danger of explosion. "I vote that we set up a direct feed from the oxygen system to our masks. We can use some hosing and duct tape for a decent seal. Turn the system down so we don't die giggling like idiots while our lungs dry out and we should be good for the duration provided we don't freeze to death (since it will be 130-degrees F less than than the temp at sea level)."

Chuck calmly reaches into the cargo pouch of his right pants leg and pulls out a sack of full leaf chewing tobacco. He pulls it open and shoves a prodigious amount into his left cheek before offering it to anyone else who might be interested. "Just so those warning lights don't tell you, 'Dead by hypoxia', Boss" he says with a wry chuckle.

It takes a while for it to dawn on the others that he's swallowing what most sane people would be spitting out.

Aubrey looks up form the weapon in his hands and places the barrel of the rifle on the table, making sure that no screws go anywhere before he stands up. Walking over to the screen, he checks out the system and gives a satisfied grunt at the readouts. "I'd just set it all on 'shake n' bake', myself. Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke, eh?"

I, the great psychophipps, hereby give you permission to set any game you run at any future timeframe you see fit.

So it was written, so let it be done!

Mark(psycho)Phipps( HAHAHA! )

"Flash-bangs don't bug me much, the doctors for my old unit made sure of that. I can also see in the UV and IR spectrums", Chuck says amicably. "Anyone else want to share of bit of their sorid past?"

Aubrey places his bags by a bottom bunk and puts his rifle case under it. Walking out into the common room, he grabs the weapons that are lying around and sets them on the dining table before he inspects them thoroughly, including a quick field stripping to be certain that they are clean inside and in working condition.

Hearing Patrizia, he asks "So what are you making for dinner, if you don't mind me potentually ruining the surprise?"

OOC: The C-6 doesn't help us much if we don't have det cord, blasting caps and some sort of ignition system to go with it. I can get this from a local mining or construction operation, if we have to.

(OCC: Yeah, when do I get to shoot something? )