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Post by Crow on Feb 11, 2008 23:08:21 GMT -5
He stood there for a moment stunned. "No wonder you want to keep this quiet Mamba.....Try to keep the trouble down, will ya?" He walked down the stairs still thinking somthing was wrong.....but he himself had been wrong before. He shrugged as he got into his buggy and drove off, looking for a decent place to set up his rifle.
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Post by Crow on Feb 11, 2008 21:20:28 GMT -5
"I'm not stupid. Gail. What's going on? And I want the truth." He said, his hand inching to his pistol. He wasn't sure that he could trust her, but he was d**ned sure that he couldn't trust the other two.
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Post by Crow on Feb 11, 2008 18:09:36 GMT -5
"Huh.....twelve already? Oh what the hell......May as well get to work......" Crow started putting on his camo including the mask and grabbed his weapons, as well as some extra ammo for his sniper before walking out of his room. He headed for the stairs and almost knocked someone in the head with the back of his rifle as he walked over. "Am I missing somthing here? Or are we all just standing around the stairs because we're comfortable?"
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Post by Crow on Feb 11, 2008 13:50:59 GMT -5
The only thing she would eventually find wrong with that is....no one knew the sniper was Crow except a few select people in the city. Even fewer knew that he was one of the leaders or even in the bandit camp.
Speaking of Crow....he had already loaded everything onto the trailor and was hitching it up to one of the two other dune buggys he had fixed. After that was done he got inside and headed into the town, no one questioning the because it looked like it was another of the usual merchants. He soon made his way towards an old fence of his that went by duke. He stopped outside the rickedy old shop and walked inside. "Ah Crow....I have the nicest sniper just in from Russia, a true classic if you want a look...." "Sorry Duke, but I'm here for you to put some goods on the market for me." "What kinds?" "The best kinds, guns and ammo." "Ooh.....move that crate around back and I'll have my boys unload it....." "Got it...."
He moved the stuff around back, wondering when he would get his pay. He backed it in and they started unloading crates into the shop. Duke looked inside and let out a low whistle. "Was this full when you got it Crow?" He said, noting the empty spaces inside. "Nah, came like that. The dead owners must have stashed some before I got to them." In actuality he had the missing weapons hidden in secret areas he had been shown in his room. "ok, Duke, the usual ten percent profits for you?" "Fifteen this time, moving guns is a riskey busness....." "Granted. Eighty five for me...." *And Cypher* He thought unhappily. "Alright....I'll get these sent out for you and won't take a penny out of the market worth." "Sound goood. Take it easy Duke......" He made sure that the unloaders had finished before he drove off, abandoning the trailor somewhere in town. Then he just drove back to the base, leaving the new buggy in it's customary spot. He headed inside and made his way back up to his room and turned on the stereo he had gotten off another of his raids. It started playing somthing by SlipKnot, some heavy metal band from America. He opened up his fridge and pulled out some stuff for a sandwitch. After he was done he was just laying on his bed eating a sandwitch and listening to music.
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Post by Crow on Feb 11, 2008 0:36:29 GMT -5
Up in his room Crow wasn't getting any sleep. He groaned and sat up, hearing the angry russian downstairs. "Mother f**king f*gs, can't even let me get some sleep...." He slipped on his purple and green trenchcoat as well as a sidearm. He went downstairs and started loading the ammo and guns into the trailer. "If you can't sleep, you may as well make a profit....."
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Post by Crow on Feb 10, 2008 22:42:39 GMT -5
Crow heard the shouting from the roof, litterally a single floor down. "God d**n it! Shut up! It's one in the freaking morning!" He turned over and covered his head with his pillow.
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Post by Crow on Feb 9, 2008 1:09:11 GMT -5
(If it's dead then oh well......I'm kind of hoping it comes back though.....)
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Post by Crow on Feb 6, 2008 12:40:46 GMT -5
Speaking of hour, it was about time for Crow to be back. The explosion and gunfire had stopped about an hour ago. At this point anyone noticing would see crow returning compleatly covered in smoke and soot saying to anyone that would listen, "C-4 is like duct tape, if you can't solve a problem with it you haven't used enough!" He walked inside holding his three weapons and started walking upstairs, very happy for his days work.
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Post by Crow on Feb 4, 2008 19:31:22 GMT -5
(oh yeah, Crow drove off to the west just before a large explosion occured along with sniper fire. If you don't get it, read the post about where the gang's base is......heheheh....)
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Post by Crow on Feb 4, 2008 0:36:27 GMT -5
(heh, getting out of things for a while....going to be kind of busy this week.)
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Post by Crow on Feb 3, 2008 23:33:43 GMT -5
About an hour later Crow stumbled into the salvage area. "A problem? Not anymore! C-4 is like duct tape! If you can't solve the problem you haven't used enough!" He laughed insanely and pulled out a box of cigars he had found, lighting one and starting to smoke it as he headed towards the door of the base.
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Post by Crow on Feb 3, 2008 10:51:47 GMT -5
Crow, without a word grabbed a large package from the base and put it into a trashed but still usable buggy that formerly belonged to a dead guy. He took his sniper, the SMP's and a lot of ammo. The only thing he said as he left was, "I'll be d**ned if I'm letting some lousy gang members mess with us!" Before speeding off. About twenty minuites later a loud explosion was heard and a large column of smoke was billowing up. The sounds of sniper rifle fire were also heard.
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Post by Crow on Feb 2, 2008 23:05:29 GMT -5
Crow was already having a field day. He was running around with a box gathering parts and tossing them in. Eventually he started towing some of the busted vehicles in and started trading parts, and managing to fix up about two of the other buggys by the end of the day. Obviously keeping the best parts in his own buggy. It's not that he didn't care about the two extra people that had wandered into the area of the tower, it's just that he had better things to do than mess with someone that tryed to kill him earlier.
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Post by Crow on Feb 1, 2008 20:29:01 GMT -5
Crow was digging through the boxes again, taking out whatever he might need later.....Assault rifles, ammo, snipers, semi autos, and magnums. "can't hurt to be over prepared....." He muttered. After he was done he walked outside, "hey, you should pick out whatever you want from boxes before I head into town tonight, by the way.....you have an extra smoke?"
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Post by Crow on Feb 1, 2008 11:59:48 GMT -5
(The place is a box tower, four stories high and has an area of 35 square feet. There is a fence and another building to the side a few feet, single story and takes up an area of 20 square feet. er, for anyone that uses metric, a foot is about a third of a meter. There are also a few random vehicles parked around the base.)
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