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Oz is patient, quiet and does what he's told without complaining or overly flincing if he can help it.

 

"Fractal F huh? I never realised I was important enough to waste cutting edge shit on," he looks at the cans and listens to Blues' instructions, "Yes ma'am,"

 

"You guys are pretty lucky! This is a better room than the ones Yard Dog gave us..." She claps her hands together, smiling. "Any questions before we head out?"

 

"Yeah well there were three of us, and den there wuz too. You gotta way to get hold of you'se in a hurry rather than through da boss man? Or is he not delegatin'?"

Oz gives a little smile back, and offers his hand, "Please to meet you, Blues,", he doesn't bother to give his own name, "Yeah it's just me, little beat of a beat up. Where do you want me? I'd kinda like to avoid leaving the kind o'traces the maids might wonder about ya know?"

Oz looks over the car enough to be satisfied that Harry hasn't sold them a pup, takes the documents and bids his guys a good day.

 

 

Back at the ranch:

 

"Just a minute," checking his gun is where it is suppossed to be Oz moves to the toilet and quietly raps on the door for Porter, speaking in a low voice "Medics are here," giving Porter just enough time to pull his pants up ready for the event of a double cross he walks over to the door and seemingly casually opens it up.

 

"Hi," he beckons them in, apparently at ease but checking them out as he does so, then shutting the door, "You get told what the hell needed fixing up?"

"Great. We'll get on it. Do you have a diagnostic other than a red light? Is it still flowing from the bottle but not reaching us or what?"

Fawcett divides his attention in two, on the one hand slowly working his way out the harness so as not to raise a spark with any loose buckle and fittings and on the other hand running through the schematics trying to isolate the tubes and fittings that carry the oxygen.

 

Unless Grange gives him a lead he'll look at the regulator first and see if it has just been knocked askew, if not he'll trace through the whole oxygen system from bottle to mask looking for faults or leaks.

 

 

OOC:

Fawcett was on his back, as you haven't said which that was I'll put him in the left seat.

Oz makes the call, "Harry? Yeah, it's Oz. Yeah, listen we'll take the Sedan, yeah, just about any place you want to meet up is good with us okay?"

"Sedans the newest, but ain't none o'Harry's shit is exactly cutting edge. If it's got wheels, I can drive it as hard as anyone, d'aint no problem wid dat"

Last session:

 

http://www.sinergylarp.com/session_photos/03-10-04/index.php

Harry, I think we'll be after something low key, but I'll get back to you and ring you in five-ten okay? Chaio."

Oz flips the 'phone off and speaks to Porter and Chantry, "You look after yourself okay Chantry, and good luck it was nice working wid ya. Maybe I'll run into ya again sum day."

He turns to Porter, "I'll wait and see what Larry's gonna do. If we are down to jis you and me than that affects what we can get. If we get a pickup then it'll be different."

 

He steps away slightly from Chantry and takes Porter with him - Chantry doesn't need to know what they'll be driving next so there is no need for him to be told, "We got three choices - a van, a sedan or a muscle car. The van'll be uncomfortable as hell but it will go and it has plenty of grunt but it'll handle like a bitch. The sedan's forgettable as hell which'd be the main reason for getting it.

"If you want muscle we can get that, but they'll be no fracking room in it - especially if we get a third guy to replace Chantry."

"Depends WTF we're gonna end up doin' next. I'd go for the van miself. Do ya know?"

 

Oz parks up and waits in the truck, some part of him hurts but it isn't stopping him moving and working so right now he don't give a crap. He gets out, pops the hood for the benefit of any watchers and checks he van for any damage to the bodywork or running gear.

 

He looks at Porter when he comes back, "I ain't dead yet so I can go on for a bit. Tell em to come buy when we've got us some nu wheels.", he jerks his thumb back at the van. "There anything bad in this we need to get rid of before we try and flog it. Considering who the fuck it belongs to that is?"

Fawcett is lying on his back. Inwardly he's swearing in a mixture of Russian & Spanish, outwardly he is calm.

"Let's do that then,", Oz goes back to concentrating on the road, steering the ambulance throught the streets back towards the boss man.

Oz throws the floor mat and shovel into the passanger footwell, the Ambulance into gear and get's it moving, flicking it through the back streets and avoiding the roads any police and other authorities might use to get to the scene.

He won't be driving it anywhere near to the limit, partially because he has no idea how damaged it is, partially to avoid attracting attention.

 

OOC: Streetwise check for nearest precincts, fire stations, donut shops the pigs hang out at and their likely routes to the area.

 

IC:

"You sure you want to take this thing straight round to Yard Dog's. It's probably the hotest thing on the streets right now if anyone rings the cops, regardless of what the fuck may be in the back. You want to try get hold of new mace right now? At least ring some people. I wanna ditch this thing and burn it ASAP, not piss of the boss man by parking it outside his house."

"And the best of British luck to us all gentlemen." Fawcett settles down into position and waits as their transport settles into it's routine flight.

 

"Do you gentlemen have any preference as to the order you would like to adopt in the building, or would you like to play things by ear? In addition if either of you are immune to the effects of flashbangs or have any other flashy bells and whistles that mean I can set things off to you without bothering now would be a good time to pipe up."

<OOC: Good to go I think>

 

"We can plan things amongst ourselves on the flight. I'm in favour of taking all the explosives, if nothing else it's a subtle diversion for when we leave."

 

 

I didn't know there were ethnic Prussians still around, interesting.

OOC:

Actually those were Oz's thoughts, but we'll go with that.

 

IC:

 

<I'm outside. You okay getting that thing out or you want me to do it? Don't pay a dog and bark yourself>

He takes a last look round the broken hunk of the Chevy for anything he's left behind (forensic or otherwise) and heads towards the ambulance.

Fawcett will take one of the shotguns and 36 rounds for it, loading it and filling a pouch with the rest, the grenades he will take a round third of, his share of everything else and work our his positioning and webbing, "Do you gentlemen want to take all the explosives with us? If so does someone else want to carry a few more of them given that I have the other breaching device?"

 

OOC:

How heavy are they?

<Bastard>

<Let's get the fuck out of here, screw whatever Porter wants to loot. If the cops weren't on their way before they bloody well are now. Let's bail>

 

Oz cautiously begins to move, one limb at a time, testing for anything broken or bleeding as he tries to extricate himself from the vehicle.

Oz takes a note of the pickup's plates and details and follows Skyler back to where the action is.

Yes, ok I was instrumental in the killing a dozen plague victims who it turns out could have been cured (as were several other people)

 

OOC: There are now "It's not fair to Koboyashi-Maru the player base" arguments, in which the consensus is "yes it is"

 

IC:

 

Things are now buzzing with mutual recrimination, the city is on the brink of anarchy and I'm caught in the middle of what is at least a love triangle but may have more sides than I am aware of.

 

And I have a Ponygirl gymkarna to organize.

< Well at least I parked behind them>

 

Oz carries on towards his car, doing nothing overtly threatening towards Skyler but holding himself ready in case of threat. He pops the car open but will glance in the back seat before getting in to check that he has no unwanted passangers.

"What are the internal doors like in this place? Are we going to have to past through anything too thick to kick, because I cannot pick locks at all and I don't think we will have time anyway."

"Do you gentlemen have any preference as to common vision frequencies? Otherwise I shall be working with Ultra-Violet, Thermographic and Low-Lite options."

 

He doesn't actually say the TM, but that doesn't mean you can't hear it...

<Fuck it, if he tries to turn and shoot I'll be on him before he can do 'owt>

 

Oz runs on, not totally convinced that'd have the situation in hand but realizing that if things are going to go up shit then Skyler's mob will probably try and disable their car first and stopping that happening might be something of a priority.

I'm getting better at this, I didn't get shot with my own gun, I did let a prisoner grab the white noise generator that was stopping his cortex bomb from going off and commit suicide though. Nobodies perfect however.

 

I did get to blow up a van though, and shoot loads of plaugue victims and get the plague, + I've finally pissed somebody off enough to send an hitman after me.

OOC:

How far ahead are Skyler and AK Guy?

Is there cover if the dude with the Kalashnikov decides to objeect to being followed?

 

 

IC:

Oz is still running for the car, hence Porter gets the sound of rather heavy breathing on his comm unit, "Fuck that shit <hrrrh> I ain't waiting for the fucking cops <hrrrh> Do what we have to do <hrrrh> and let's get the fuck outta Dodge"