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Post by lighthawk on Oct 21, 2007 10:42:51 GMT -5
Jason smiled back, about to reply, when his comm chirped at him and Rusty's voice spilled out. Rolling his eyes, he grabbed up the device. " Give me a moment man, I'm wrapping up," he said a bit irritably and shut the comm off. " The boss man is always riding me," he told Anna. " Well, you've been great, thanks for the help." As soon as he was outside again, he turned his comm back on. " Alright, we have a name, Barry Vinyard. The moron actually rented the car he and his buddies used for the robbery with his credit card."
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Oct 21, 2007 11:18:54 GMT -5
"Well, I'm guessing the name is an alias, but the credit card might give us something to go on. I'm hungry, wanna get some food? I'm thinking Iggy's," Rusty said. He scratched his head. his guys at the ISSP were trying to find credit card info for him. Rusty guessed the card was a fake. No worries, though, everything can be traced nowadays.
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Post by lighthawk on Oct 21, 2007 15:45:16 GMT -5
" Yeah sure, Iggy's sounds fine," Jason said. " I'll meet you there in ten."
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Post by Rekona on Oct 23, 2007 16:49:20 GMT -5
Sobered up, Kyra sauntered back out of the lowly joint, flipping up her collar and putting her hands in her pockets. There was a meeting she had to attend and wasn't particularly looking forward to. She scraped the pavement with her shoes much more like a chided kid than anything else. "Couldn't have imagined a better forum." The woman hissed. Warehouses were cliche, as they had been for centuries, but for some reason still proved useful. The area was shockingly clean, boxes organized and well dusted....
After a pair of hours the Kyra fumed out of the building, gripping a pair of pay cards so tight that her fingers turned bright pink with blood. "Fools, the lot of 'em..." she growled. At least she had a stash of money now, but who knows how long it'd be before those hooligans got caught. At least they had the sense to use a fake name. However, it would have been wiser to choose one that didn't already exist. At least it would prove to throw off the scent of those that may come sniffing for the money. Bank heists always drew far more attention than they were worth.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Oct 25, 2007 0:35:11 GMT -5
Rusty sat down at the table in the booth seat across from Smoke. "So, we've got a credit card number, eh? I've got a list of cards to watch for from the ISSP." He took out a copy for Jason to look at as well. "Let's start cross-referencing," he said, and began looking through the list.
The waitress came to take their orders. "I'll have the General Tsou's chicken, and a gin to drink," Rusty said calmly as he folded up the menu and began going over the list again. "And for you?" The watiress asked, looking at Jason.
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Post by lighthawk on Oct 25, 2007 15:31:34 GMT -5
" Onion rings, some cheese fries, hot wings, the garlic mashed potatos, and a extra large orange soda," Jason ordered, not even bothering to look at the menu. Most places had stuff like that, and he preferred the greasy side dishes to the actual meals.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Oct 27, 2007 12:40:18 GMT -5
The waitress bustled off, attempting to look busy. Rusty cracked his neck and began looking over the list. This was going to be a long lunch...
After a half hour of searching, Rusty came across a name that was on both lists. "Smoke, I've got it. Allan Burkman." He took out his PDA and started scrolling through the ISSP database. "Says here he just used the card 15 minutes ago at a Quick Stop a couple blocks from here. Let's roll!" Rusty slid his cash card into the slot at the table, making sure to leave a decent tip for their waitress, and rushed out of the restaurant, pulling his hat and jacket on as he left.
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Post by lighthawk on Nov 2, 2007 15:52:32 GMT -5
" Mmmm, hmg waff!" Jason tried to call out through a mouthful of chicken as he slide somewhat ungracefully from his seat and ran after the older man. Spitting out a chunk of gristle, he wished he had grabbed his drink to take with him as he caught up to Rusty and fell into pace with him.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Nov 12, 2007 16:17:38 GMT -5
Rusty kicked the door off its hinges. The warehouse was old and looked to be out of use. Regardless, this is where the address was listed for Allan Burkman. He cracked his knuckles and searched the wall quickly for a light switch. With the feint buzzing of the florescent lights kicking on, the room was cast into the light. There were several crates around the warehouse, as well as a door to an office, which immediately swung open as a figure ran out towards what Ryan assumed was another exit. "Smoke, cover the back!" he yelled as he drew his pistol and fired at the figures feet. The man kept running, and Rusty took off after him.
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Post by lighthawk on Nov 12, 2007 18:53:44 GMT -5
" On it boss man!" Jason called, making a dash along the front of the building to the side alley that lead to the back. There was a door there, which he quickly ran up to, pulling three objects from his coat as he approached. The first was a double sided strip of adhesive, which was stuck to the wall beside the door at head level. The second was a flash bang modified with an instant ignition, which was stuck to the strip. The third was a thin length of wire which went around the flash bang's pull ring on one end and around the door knob on the other. Now, anyone coming through that door would not be seeing or hearing anything for a good while. The trap set, Jason moved off to look for other doors. He had enough material to make up three more of the stun traps.
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Post by Jess on Nov 13, 2007 10:44:40 GMT -5
"You guys in trouble again?" Ada's calm and some-what harsh voice chirped in through the static of the short-wave radio that she insisted on using. The familiar 'ch-chink' sound of her pulling the bolt of her rifle back followed her brief sentiment.
As usual, she followed her boss throughout the day and managed to climb up into a position to watch the entirty of the area. "Thank god for Martian Engineering..." She said into the boom-microphone clipped to her ear, "I'm located about seven-hundred meters to your flank on top of that transmitting tower... I can see everything."
Her good eye scanned the area her boss had managed to get himself to, the scopes crosshair going to every single shadowy corner to check for life. "You should be clear..."
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Nov 14, 2007 1:41:29 GMT -5
The man bolted for the door, crashed into it, and instinctually dove for the ground as the flash trap went off. Rusty shook his head a bit, unable to foresee the flash bang going off. By the time he looked around a couple seconds later, the figure was gone. "Ada, I'm coming out of the door now. Remember, keep him alive," he said. He jogged out of the door into the open night, Glock leveled in front of him.
Allan sprinted like his life depended on it. The boat was only a couple hundred meters away. He heard the door to the warehouse slam open again and knew that the cowboy was hot on him. Only a bit further now...
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Post by lighthawk on Nov 14, 2007 1:50:42 GMT -5
Jason was trapping the next door down when he heard the flashbang go off. Abandoning his work halfway done, he sprinted back around the corner, just as Rusty came through the door, gun out. " Whoa! It's me, watch it!" he called, scanning the area. " Where'd he go? Don't tell me you lost him!"
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Post by Jess on Nov 14, 2007 13:05:16 GMT -5
"I got 'im..." Ada repied calmly, "Called shot; rightkneecap." She calls out over the small radio, begining her breathig techniques. She adjusted the sight as the man beganbolting up the alleyway, and focused her crosshair's on the junction of his right leg.
A small pop echoed throughout the neighborhood as she pulled the trigger, and the bullet exited er chamber, barely making any noise. About a millisecond later the man fell to the ground, rolled over and clutched his knee in pain. Ada quietly chambered another round with the easy motion of her bolt, looking back through the scope and at the mans chest. "Gimme the word cap'n and he'll see nothin' but light." She says smugly.
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Post by ev1lpoptart on Nov 14, 2007 18:27:04 GMT -5
Rusty chuckled a bit as Smoke almost ran into him from the side. "No, Ada. We blow the bounty if we blow him away, remember?" Rusty walked calmly over to where the man lay. "Now," he said, leveling his Glock with the man's chin, "i know an idiot like you couldn't have put this heist together on your own. Talk," he said. And without hesitation, Allan told them everything he knew.
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