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Apartment Gates places the pistol directly under the creature's jaw and fires twice, both rounds ripping straight through its throat and spraying blood all over his face. He flinches at the hot blood and turns his head as he hears his allies peeling out. He looks back, watching the blood drip through the massive claws on the creature looming above him, fury in its eyes. It brings one of its hands up and roars in Jackie's face, flecking foam onto his bloodied face, and the army ranger closes his eyes against the inevitable, never to open them again. Dash guns the engine, hitting the street with a screech. He and Harrison don't see their comrade's fate but they know they can guess it. The woman has devolved into sobbing fits, going completely quiet and withdrawn otherwise. Harrison looks behind them, seeing the creature lope out of the alleyway, covered in blood, and howl towards the sky. He meets eyes with the monster, and it turns, shrinking back into the alleyway. Either agent checking their phones find that they have no means to contact any of the other cell members at the moment. For now, they're on their own, with a wounded man tied up in the trunk of their car and a witness who is going to need some psychiatric help. Jackie plugs the beast twice but not enough damage to incapacitate it again. It then proceeds to deal 120 damage by targeting his throat. Needless to say, Sergeant Gates is now deceased. I'll be opening recruit to replace him; in the mean time, I need to wrap up the NYPD side, and then you guys will get a little bit of downtime when NYPD team gets back to do research and get your new guy involved.
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Tami Lea Kayla Reluctant to leave the MiB unattended in the van, no matter how incapacitated he is, Tami rolls her neck and begins working on a TEMPEST attack for the person who had the gall to think his blocking was better than her NSA skills. Launching a TEMPEST attack against the entire building until I find the guy in question.
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Jack "Jackie Jack" Gates It was a perfect doubletap. 2 to the head and ugly was still alive. He heard the tires squeal and knew this was the end. At that moment all tension left him and he laid back and stared the creature right in its eyes, thinking about the music video to the song Thriller and a dumb skit him and his squadmates did on some offday in the barracks. Unable to roll away from the beasts slash at his throat, Jack finds himself choking on his windpipe and drowning in his own blood. The track in his head skips over to billie jean and Jack expires to a "he he" from the king of pop.
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NYPD Harrigan furrows his brow at this news, turning back to his computer for a moment. "No clue. That office is supposed to be vacant. Was a detective's office but the guy moved out to California with his family. Yeah, I don't see any records of someone having that office." He turns back to the others and scratches his chin. "I can get you guys down to the morgue, easy, but I dunno what to make of the jamming. If you wanna check it out, I can go with you and give you a sort of cover on why you're checking the office out, but if you wanna let sleeping dogs lie, by all means." He fishes a passcard out of his desk and slides it across to Jennifer. "That'll get you clearance into the morgues. Us dicks save 'em for outside investigators like yourselves, so there'll be few questions asked." Outside, Tami launches the TEMPEST software on the terminal and gets to work, watching the console light up with different miniature screens of the various computers in the NYPD. The software, assisted by Tami's skills, begins to scroll through every single electronic device with an operating system or means of communicating with something with an operating system in the building. iPhone screens, PC desktop screens, cops watching cat videos on company time, all flicker to life on the console screens before her. Tami spreads the software out across the three different screens to speed up her search, keeping her eyes peeled for anything that might be causing a jam. Tami will take ~33 minutes to find out who is jamming them and put a stop to it. In the mean time, Jenni and Nash can head down to the morgue if they like. e: woops forgot the numbers http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4644537/ 17, get to roll again 5 x 15 = 75 minutes to find the computer!! But a roll of 17 halves the time to 33 minutes; further success levels will continue to reduce this, so let's roll the rule of 10. http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4644541/ Only boosts it to an 18, so it will take the full 33 minutes John Dyne fucked around with this message at 16:26 on Sep 15, 2014 |
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Jennifer Stetson Jennifer takes the key from the desk with a wink at the police officer, "He, you said dick," is all she can muster as the scotch and rubbing alcohol start to combine with a lite breakfast to start to get her buzzing. She looks at Nash, "Up to you buddy. We want to check out the office I'll come along; I just don't want to go to the morgue by myself, so either we're skipping the office, or heading down first and after I'm done I'll wait in the car like a little kid while you come back up here."
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Tami Lea Kayla Tami glances over her shoulder at the MiB briefly as she keeps scanning.
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Nash "Let's go straight to the stiff," Nash replies, "before Black Book get their hands on it, hopefully. Detective, thanks." He shakes Harrigan's hand before heading to the morgue.
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NYPD Harrigan nods, shaking Nash's hand with a grin. "Unless they got someone else with a pass, I doubt it. But I'll be here if you need me. Hang on." He reaches into his desk and hands Nash his card. "Gimme a holler if you need anything, I'll see what I can do. Don't expect miracles, though." With that, Harrigan goes back to work, letting the two see themselves out with the file he'd given them. Stepping out into the hall, Nash glances down towards the door Tami had indicated; it's currently shut, with the blinds drawn, but nothing else seems to be out of place. He and Jennifer make their way back to the elevator and press the button, watching the lights above it as the elevator comes from the bottom floor. Behind them, Nash hears the click of a door opening and glances back, watching a man in a black suit step out of the closed office. The man stops, staring flatly at him from behind sunglasses, his face showing no emotion, before he adjusts his tie and walks over, giving a forced smile at the both of them before reaching to hit the down button. He pauses when he sees its lit and glances up at the floor indicator, nodding slightly. The seconds stretch out, the man in black glancing around fairly calmly as he waits for the elevator. After a few quiet moments he forces a chuckle, looking at Nash. His voice is unremarkable save for its flatness. "Slow elevator. Must be busy downstairs." He forces a grin, before going back to looking bored. Jenni notices the man glancing at the folder tucked under her arm, but doesn't move it; the way it holds against her body hides the labels on it. After what seems like hours, the doors slide open and the man steps into the back of the elevator, his hands at his sides. Jenni and Nash follow him in, and the man digs a phone out of his pocket, glancing at it. "Ground floor, please." He doesn't even pay attention to the two agents now, his brow furrowing behind his glasses as he looks at his phone. Nash presses the button for the ground floor, and the doors slide closed. Behind him, the man in black puts the phone to his ear, and the marshall can hear the faint sound of a ring tone from the man's phone. After a minute of ringing, the faint voice of an operator speaks. "The number you are trying to reach has a voice mail box that has not been set up yet." Shutting the phone with a grunt of frustration, the man behind them now begins to act more agitated. The ride down is tense and quiet, and when the doors slide open, the man shoves by the pair without a word, making a beeline for the front door. Jennifer and Nash both feel their phones buzz as they finally receive the messages Tami sent them earlier. Outside, Tami glances over from her work when she hears the buzzing of a phone coming from her captive's jacket. John Dyne fucked around with this message at 05:00 on Sep 17, 2014 |
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Nash Putting a hand on Jennifer's shoulder, Nash says, "I need a smoke, I'll see you in a few." Stepping out of the elevator, he makes his way to the front door, pulling his cigarette packet from a pocket. He exits the building and lights a cigarette, watching the man in black from the corner of his eyes. Perception 3 + Surveillance 3 Edit: does this guy have a gun holster? MaliciousOnion fucked around with this message at 00:33 on Sep 18, 2014 |
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Jennifer Stetson Jennifer just stands in the elevator as Nash rushes out. "loving rear end in a top hat could have asked if i needed one, stupid no allowing smoking in buildings, things were better in the past." she mumbles to herself as she presses the button to keep going down to the morgue. Why do they always stick them in the freeking basement? Continuing to go down, since splitting the group always works wonderfully in horror movies.
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