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IC: Tobias Wiki, was tossing darts, sipping his tea, when his butler appraoched him. Wiki turned, scrutinized his servant for a moment, then threw another dart at the board. "Yes, well what is it Edward?" "Sir, I beleive you requested that I inform you of when we have some 'prospects'..." said the butler. "Yes, yes, of course...damn these bloody darts!" Wiki said holding his tea in his left hand, throwing his dart with his right...missing the target entirely.

"Well sir, if I may" said the butler approaching "don't correct me damnit, let learn how to play this idiotic game on my own...now back to those 'prospects...' " "Hmmm, yes sir, we appear to have an able crew and, as you know their paticular breed, many of them carry their own weapon, a mixed lot if you ask me" said to man-servant. "Well I didn't ask you, so in the future (-ARGH-) refrain from comments if you please. Call them up, and tell them to meet me in New York, New York, America, at the Gentlemen's Lodging hotel, resturant, and bar." "Yes, sir. I'll call them immeditely..." Wiki hit the bullseye.

Meanwhile in Africa: "yes of course sir, no we wouldn't want THAT sir..." a man was at a phone booth. "Sir, you should REALLY leave it to ME...oh, no sir, I'll see to it Mister Wiki doesn't trouble you anymore...yes a cordial good-bye to you too Gov'na..." The man hung up, and headed for a stand. "One ticket to New York if you please." "Here you are sir" replied the woman at the booth. "Have a nice day."

Perth, Australia

A man sat at the local bar drinking. He had just won a game of pool against some big guy. With these earnings he sipped the beer slowly.
'Victory tastes sweet' he thought to himself. The guy whom he beat approached in a hostile manner, his arms swaying, fire in his eyes.
"I don't believe you're that good. You must've cheated, mate" he said as he stood right infront of the man. The young man put down his bottle, tipped his hat up and looked at the big guy. His steely blue eyes met the gorrilla.
"Uh-nevermind, mate" he said and walked off.

The young man's cellphone began to ring. he picked it up "Hello?...Yes this is Eli Drake...New York, eh?...It's about time, cheers" Eli said and hung up. Eli flicked a coin onto the tabel and departed. Back at his home he packed all his things. It would be tough to smuggle his weapons but he knew a gu who worked for the airline. So, Eli boarded the jet bound for New York City. He gazed out the window, flying always made him nervous, being stuck in closed spaces. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Вы, Ivan"

"My pleasure. Call me later tonight if you have any spare time, I'm sure Natalya would like to finally meet one of these "old buddies" I've always told stories about..."

"Heh, sure! I'll do my best, can't promise anything yet though. Well, прощание!"

Dimitri closed the cab's door, and his old friend from the times in Chechnya released the brake, waving his hand for goodbye. He responded, and turned then to have a look at the hotel, litting a cigarette. Gentlemen's Lodging, said the massive sign over the front door.
He checked the piece of paper on which he had written the place and time told to him in the phone conversation week ago. "Gentlemen's Lodging Hotel, restaurant, bar." This was it. "19:00 PM". He checked his watch - 18:46. Dimitri threw his big, dark green army bag on his shoulder, checked his handgun holster, knife in the boot, dropped his cigarette and stepped on it, then proceeding into the hotel.

He was wearing his usual outfit, made of dark green/brown/black camouflage trousers, black Russian army jackboots and a leather jacket. He kept that open, showing a black hoody with a short text, "Julma Mies Venäjältä" written on the chest.
Dimitri made his way to the bar, and on the first glance it looked like the man who had invited him wasn't there yet. He didn't know what exactly should that guy look like, but he was usually pretty good in these things. Only few people were present, sipping their drinks, and none of them looked neither like a businesman or bounty hunter.

He shrugged (mentally) and ordered a double shot of vodka. After getting it he took a table in the corner, leaned back, and waited.

Ulrich was on a helicopter. They were flying over a dense jungle. He had been payed by a government to kill a drug lord. The drug lord had a tight grip over the government and the president was sick of it. So the government hired some mercenaries. Ulrich was the only german in the group. The rest were from Eastern Europe. Ulrich held his Benelli M3 Super 90 close to his body. He looked at the other mercenaries they were talking. A little while later the helicopter started to land. It was taking some heavy fire. The gunner in the helicopter started to spray the area with bullets. Then Ulrich jumped out. The other mercenaires follow. Ulrich saw a body guard come out. He fired the shotgun. The body guard exploded with red where his stomach should have been. A mercenary yelled out and fell to the ground. Once inside he was suppose to find the drug lord while the others held the body guards at bay. Making his way threw he finally found the drug lord.

"Please don't kill me. I will double everywhere offer they made you."

Ulrich looked at this parasite. He lifted the shotgun to the drug lord's head.

"No deal."

Ulrich pulled the trigger. The drug lord's head exploded and couldn't be recgonized. Ulrich heard his cell phone ring. He started to listen. It was one of his old friends. His old friend had found him some new work. Ulrich listened and he had to go to the Gentlemen's Lodging hole in New York City.

"I will take the mission."

Wolverstone ran out of the prison gates, sirens were blazing, he had just assassinated a top-security prisoner, and had to run, a prison guard barroled at Wolverstone with a shotgun, Wolverstone deftly pulled out his magnum, and fired at the prison guard, hitting him the leg...

Wolverstone was collecting his reward when his cellphone rang "yes, Wolfgang Wolverstone, at your service...Ney York...I'll be there in a short while..."

New York: 1855 hours.

Gentlemen's Lodging.

Tobias Wiki strode down the staircase, seeing the bar with Dimitri sitting at it, he advanced. "Greetings Mister Kovalenko, I trust you had a pleasurable trip?"

Somewhere in West Africa...

A boatload of tourists were loading back up on to their various buses and departing to the airport,chattering away at the animals,sights and people they had seen during their visit to the exotic African country.They were the regular kind of tourist,greenhorns with a superiority complex.Either that or loud and ignorant.

Mustapha waved goodbye to his latest client,who was a posh old-fashioned Scottish duke.He fancied the idea of hunting a rare black rhino,so Mustapha gladly obliged and helped him track the beast.Since technically,he never signed the man on to kill a rhino,or even look for a rhino in particular,officialy it was a safari.Besides,the corruption in the government insured no-one would interfere in Mustapha's business.

As watched the bus dissappear and began to walk away,a jingle in his pocket was felt.Mustapha picked up on it and picked up his cellphone.He answered quickly.

"Yes,hello?"His accent was a typical West African,used to speaking high class French and the various languages of Africa.In English,it made for an interesting way of speaking.

"Hmm...I see...When-...Ok.Ok,I will do this.Thank you.Goodbye."

He rubbed his hands together,pretending he was in his own movie,and like in the movies,was going to be very rich very quickly.

Dimitri stood up and approached the man in a suit.

"Indeed I had, thank you for asking."

Extending his hand for a shake he continued, smiling;

"Even more pleasurable would it have been, had I knew for what was it made, though..."

(OOC:Hey,let's just have it that my charecter won't be seeing all of yours until they reach Africa.He is the guide,after all.Won't need to be at the meeting.OK?)

OOC: We have an OOC-thread for a certain reason....

The jet ride was anything but comfortable. Eli had the misfortune of sitting next to an old woman who constantly talked of her grand kids and other topics old people commonly engage in. After the several hour flight, the jet ouched down at the airport. Luckily, his friend pulled through and his weapons were on the jet. A cab took the Aussie through New York towards the Gentlemen's Lodging. he stepped out and tipped his hat up to get a better look at the place.
"What's a place like this doing in New York" he remarked and entered the establishment. He lit a cigar and leaned against a wall.

Ulrich looked at a computer screen. His benefactors had put the money into his swiss bank account since his last mission with the drug lord. He had just arrived in New York City after flying from South America. Standing up and putting the laptop aside he looked out toward New York City. It was starting to get dark and it was almost time to go to the hotel. Ulrich looked down at his watch 18:50. The hotel Ulrich wasn't that far from the Gentlemen's Lodging. Making his way onto the street he could see the hotel. Once inside the hotel he went into the bar and ordered a Altbier. Looking around he saw a man wearing Russian army jackboots and another man talking. He turned back to his drink and took a glup.

OOC: We have an OOC-thread for a certain reason....

(OOC:Sorry,and for this one too.:D )

Wiki grasped Dimitri's hand, and shook it vigorously. "I'm sure you will enjoy this job, you will be headed toward Africa. And I'm sure 50,000 pounds...or much more, depending, will be easily enough incentive for you--" he cut off suddenly...was he being watched?

Clint Armstrong looked throught the window, and grinned..."so THIS was the famous Mister Wiki?" he thought. "I better take care of that trouble-maker..." he said to himself, leaving to aquire his weapons...

Wolverstone saw man quickly passing him, looking very much in a rush. Wolfgang then preceded to enter the Gentlemen's Lodging, he noticed a few people, probably in an unusual line-of-work, like himself.

He approached the bar.

Dimitri turned too, following Wiki's glance at the man standing on the street, looking at them through the hotel's window. The man turned swiftly, disappearing out of their sight.

Still looking at the window, Dimitri aske with a rather low voice;

"I noticed that fellow standing there already when I arrived. Should he be taken care of?"

"Well," said Wiki "I can't be sure he is trying to hamper our efforts, but should he try anything...don't hesitate to react...anyway, drinks all around for my new men, "and yes, come here Misters Wegener, Wolverstone, and Drake!"

Wiki asked them all what they would like to drink.

Pat Reilly walked into the Gentlemen's Bar. He had a paid a taxi driver tot ake him to the docks, where he stole the car. It was parked outfront, in a legal spot. He was wearing a pair of khaki pants, and a tucked-in greenshirt. He wore a trenchcoat over it, concealing his revolvers. His ak-47 was in the car. he strolled up to the bar, and said, "G'Morning boy, would there happen to be a Robert Wiki here-abouts?" He also ordered a shot of whiskey, and downed it quicky, then ordered another.

"Ah mister O'Reilly, do come over and sit down." Robert Wiki ushered him over.
"Please allow me to pick up your bill, eh?"

"I will take a beer" Wolverstone said planly.

Eli snuffed out his cigar and approached the older man. His casually walked over to him at the bar where there were other people. Eli cleared his throat and extended his hand with a smile.
"Mr.Wiki, I presume. I'm Eli Drake" he said in a nonchalant tone.

"A beer for this good chap" shouted Wiki at the top of his lungs over the talking around the room. The bartender hurried over, putting down a pint of the best beer in the house. "And the rest of you?" he asked. Wiki got up and shook Eli's hand. "Pleased to meet you, I am Robert Wiki."

Eli gave a smile "It's a pleasure to meet you" he said as they shook hands. Eli gave a strong, firm handshake. His muscles tightened under his broome shirt. "How you'll all doing, mates" he said to the others.
'This oughta be interesting' he thought to himself.

"Thanks, Mr. Wiki. While your at it, I'll have an Irish Cream too, eh?" He pulled out a cigarette, lit it and said, "What are we gonna be doing over there in Africa? Shooting some animals, and selling their horns and making some cash, or what?" He took a drag on his cigarette, blew the smoke out and waited for an answer.

"Another vodka-double, please."

He had already pulled a cigarette from his case when he remembered something, raised his head and asked friendly;

"I hope no one minds the beautiful smell of mahorkha?"

The fellow on his left however lit one at the same time, so he smiled and shrugged slightly, following the example. "I guess no, then..." he mumled, and leaned back.

"No, I don't mind at all" said Wiki. "Now perhaps you are all wondering why you all are here. Well it's rather exciting really, you see I am a great fan of archeologicaly...(and finacialy) valuble artifacts. I have recently aquired this map in an expidition to..." he stopped that man again...

Clint walked in the door, and pulled out two IMI Uzis firing at Mister Wiki, who ducked behind the bar.

Wolverstone whiped out his two .50 magnums, aimed and fired with both at Clint.

Pat Reilly also dove, and hit his drink. "Fecking gobishite made me spill me drink! And hes trying to ruin me fun!" He pulled a revolver, and turned safety off. He aimed at the man's chest, and fired three shots.

The Aussie stood there and examined each of the men at the bar. 'A colorful lot' he remarked to himself. It wasn't like him to take a job working with some man he never heard of. But, everyone has heard of money, so he agreed to come along. He wondered exactly what it is they were going to do. He thought of adventure and such which brought a small smile to his face 'This should be very interesting' he thought. All of a sudden a man burst in and started shooting. The bullets flew everywhere. Eli hit the ground and knocked over a table. He took out his P14-45 and cocked it. This crazy continued his barrage of gunfire and Eli fired off a few rounds, unable to keep his gun steady, he wasn't ready for it and the bullets kept flying.

The door wasn't even completely open yet when Dimitri started to move. He jumped to right, threw a somerset over his shoulder and had a gun in his hand about half-a-second after the first bullets of had left the gunman's Uzi. He aimed and fired faster than eye could follow, emptying the whole clip towards this unfortunate hitman, who had chosen about the worst possible moment for this attempt of his.

Wolverstone's shots impact on Clint, tearing throught Clint's torso. A minute later, Pat's shots slam into what ever is left of Clint's chest. Demertri's shots rage through the attackers body, riddling the wall with rounds.

Eli remained low to the ground, then the shots died out. The place was riddled with holes and broken glass. Bystanders were backed up into corners scared outta their wits. He stood up, gun to his side.
"Mr.Wiki...What exactly is going on?" he asked, breathing heavily.

Pat stood up and marvelled, "That was an unfortunate man." He crossed himself, then reloaded his revolver, briefly exposing the second one, then holstered it. "Who the feck is this amadon anyway?" he said, motioning to the corpse. He then said, "And we better go upstairs or something before the cops get here."

"Well" replied Mister Wiki, rising from behind the bar. "Apparently, this man's intent was to take my life, you see I poses something very precious indeed, and...but wait, we best leave before the boys in blue show up, I can't imagine anyone here is very freindly with them."

Wiki's car showed up, driven by his chaffeur. "In we go lads" he said poping in.

Dimitri stood up, reloaded his Delta Elite and lit another cigarette, showing no sign of being upset. He walked to what was left of that poor bastard, put black leather cloves on and searched his clothes.

Eli was rather confused. He walks into a bar on the request of someone he's never seen before and a man burts in and starts shooting. It didn't make much sense. He holstered his gun, gathered his stuff and put his hat back on and whisked out the door briskly and into the vehicle.
"I'd say you must have something more valuable than a just map or whatever that leads to a bunch of bones and old pottery, eh?" he remarked.

Dimitri finds a a phone nuber, far to tatered to read, and a heavly blodstained, and shot-up map of Africa, with a route on it.

Dimitri took the man's wallet, bloody piece of paper and the map stucking them all into his pocket, went to the bullet-pierced table to take his bag - it hadn't luckily taken any hits - and followed the rest of the group to the vehicle waiting outside.

Pat Reilly also walked up o the dead man, "Take his ID so the cops waste time finding out who he is before seeing who did it." He took out a revolver, then shot him in the face, turning it into a bloody pulp. "They will have more trouble now." He grinned, and rushed to the txi, got his AK-47, and jumped into the limosine. "Thank God I didn't kill the driver, the cops will track him down for the murder, by the time hey clear him we should be gone." He put a bullet in the revolver, rushed back in, shot the bartender in the leg and said, "Snitch, and your dead, yank." He ran back out, rushed into the limosine, sat back and asked, when they started moving, "Now, I think you should explain everything, Mr. Wiki."

Wolverstone calmly got into the vehicle.

Muhammad was having a lovely time in the Mohave desert. He was taking pictures for an Israeli magazine trying to get publicity in American magazines. Muhammad, who was a bit of a lady's man, was lying on a rock, his latest girlfriend clutching on his arm, admiring the beautiful sunset. Critters scurried around the desert sand. Muhammad picked up his small but useful camera with his left arm and snapped a picture of it. Then his cell phone rang and reached for it, but his grilfriend, whose name he didn't remember, stirred.
"Just leave it, Muhammad."
"I've got to, I'm sorry."
He flipped teh phone and looked at the number.
"Who the hell is Wiki?"
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Muhammad showed up a bit late and only saw the man get torn to pieces and Mr. Wiki approach his limosuine. Muhammad guessed that this man, being incredibly rich, was the treature hunter that hired him.
"Mr. Wiki? I'm Muhammad Tsariza, Afghan Bazaar magazine. You talled me a few days ago about a job in Africa. Sorry I'm a bit late."

"Well", said Wiki stting back in his seat with the cane. "Like I said, archeological, and FINANCIAL value...it goes back to when I was a boy, you see--" lound swearing could be heard inside the bar. "What's THAT all about?" asked Wiki.

"Well mister Muhammad, have a seat, and a drink" Mister Wiki opened a compartment in his door, and a tray complet with chapagne, and other drinks came out. He poured himself a glass, and turned toward Muhammad.

Eli wiped his forhead and relaxed his muscles "Must be very valuable to have someone trying to kill you for it...do you know who sent that guy?" he asked, looking out to the bar and seeing the Afghan. It was one hell of an unusual day and it only got stranger and more dangerous.

Dimitri smiled rather coldly, and answered Wiki's question;

"Mr.Reilly just tried to make sure that our bartender will not tell the cops more than he should..."

Pat grinned, "I think I scared the hell out of him. By the time they crack him, we will be long gone."

Eli was shocked by the attitudes of some of the men in the car. They killed without regret and seemed to almost enjoy it. 'What have I gotten myself into?' he asked himself.
"I take it you gents aren't archaeologists, eh?" he joked. He was feeling nervous.

Muhammad refused teh drink.
"I'm a Muslim. I don't drink and I don't eat pork, but thank you none the less. Besides, I had a fit of dehydration a few hours ago, and I don't want it to come back."
He turned to the bartender.
"A mug of water."
The bartender shrugged and filled a beer mug with water and handed it to him. Muhammad handed him a few bills and began to drink. Muhammad heard Eli an d said,
"Isn't a bit obvious? If Mr. Wiki is to retrieve these artifacts without the local government accuse him of theft, he'll need someone to record what happens. I'm taht someone. I'm a reporter."

He looked up at the Afghan "Hey, mate! Wanna write a story about my life's adventures? You'll be sure to win the Pulitzer" he joked again.

"Mr. Wiki, now, please tell us, what will we be doing in Africa!" His Irish temper began to rise, but he was keeping it under control so far.

Dimitri, although equally eager to hear what Mr.Wiki had planned for them, kept his his cold, hard-to-read smile and remained quiet. Wiki would tell what they needed to know, when he decided it was the right time. There was reason for further pressuring, and in this situation it was actually rather silly thing to do, but he had already started to sympathize that Irishman and understood his point.

"Anyway, back to my story, you see as a bot growing up in South Africa, I was bound to hear all sorts of" (the car started) "tales of adventure, and I have been searching for such objects ever since.

"Well, my parents weren't rich you see, and I decided to go into buisness as a seller of trinkets. I generally dug these items up.

"Well one day, I discovered a diamond the size of my fist he said putting up his chubby fist. "Ever since then I was rich, AND fasinated still with finding things.

"Now I own a whole company, and it's main purpose is discovering items of historical significance. Recently, I gave back an artifact to a freind...it was his ancester's and he was dearly grateful." One day, he turned up dead, shot through the head, his house (it was very old) in ruins, ravaged through.

"Well, at it truned out, he left it all to me, and as I studied the wall, through a puzzle involving Arabic, I discovered this map" he show a very old tattered map.

"Well, turns out this is a map that shows the way to an old African tomb.This map, it once belonged to Mansa Musa, and now it's in my hands...oh look sceptical all you want, but I assure you I'm correct. The tomb is question is accompanied by treasure. This treasure was gained by the Pharos through taxation and and mining is probably one of the largest collections of wealth the world has ever know.

"The murderers of my deceased freind are also attemping to take away my life now, and this must be stopped if we are to succede, and beleive me, the rewards are betond your compreh--ahh the plane, shall we board?"

Eli listened carefully to his story. 'That explains why he's so rich' the thought. It was perplexing. Murder, maps, adventure. he became more and more interested.
"Do you know who is doing all this?" he asked in a thoughtful tone. This wasn't going to be any ordinary safari. The car sped along with all of them in it.

OCC: Good backround story

Wolverstone was loading his .50 Magnum, looking bored at the story and thinking jeez can we just see some action?

Ulrich had gotten into the car when some of them said Mr. Wiki. He looked at Mr. Wiki. "Ulrich Wegener." Ulrich put out his hand.

Ulrich had gotten into the car when some of them said Mr. Wiki. He looked at Mr. Wiki. "Ulrich Wegener." Ulrich put out his hand.
"Robert Wiki" Wiki shook his hand. As the group boarded the plane, they were greeted by the butler.

Mister Wiki was thinking "quiet down the bartender? Did they bribe him or something? No, that doesn't explain the swearing..."

As the plane took-off, clear veiws appeared of police men shouting, and interrogating a taxi-cab driver, and a bartender..."

Dimitri opened the door and moved out of the vehicle, litting yet another mahorkha and barely preventing himself of laughing. That German was apparently an idiot. He had sti completely quiet for the whole trip and then all in the sudden remembered his name...
But, even idiots can be good shooters, and Mr.Wiki sure knew what he was doing when hiring people for this mission. Atleast hopely.
The mission that had just been explained to them didn't sound too complicated really, but it sure wouldn't be a walk in the sun - there were enough bullets out there with the name Wiki written on them to make sure of that. Well, literally taking it propably would be a walk in the sun, but yea... Smiling for his thoughts he waited the rest of the group to disembark from the vehicle, before heading towards the plane that was waiting for them.

Ulrich sat down at a seat. Luckly he had dropped off his stuff at one of his safe houses. All he had was his H&K USP .45 Tactical and a combat knife. "Mr. Wiki how are we suppose to get our other stuff like weapons? I left my pump shotgun back there." Ulrich pointed toward the ground.

There he was...back on a plane. Eli was at least happy that he wasn't sitting next to some old hag droning on and on about grandchildren. The view was beautiful as he gazed out the window. 'So, we're heading to Africa' he thought. Eli was in South Africa before but no other African nation. This was a whole new experience to him. "Mr.Wiki, who do you think is after you? It can't have just been one crzy with a gun." he asked again in a stern tone, emanding an answer. Mr.Wiki appeared to enjoy not giving specifics on anything.

"Mister Ulrich, I have replacements for any weapon you lose.

"And as to who is after me, Mister Drake, his name may just be James Walton, my old enemy. He killed my father during an archeological expidition, and stole all the artifacts. He is was always OBSESED with this tomb, which is why I'd beleive he'd kill for it.

"He is quite rich, do to hefty shady dealing, and very dangerous."

It was hard for the Aussie to understand. 'Killing over artifacts?' he thought. When he heard artifacts he usually associated the word with old bones and pottery. But, there is plenty of treasure. Aztec, Egyptian, etc. So, it became plauseable to him that this is real and not some joke.
"He sounds very obsessed if he's willing to kill. So...we're like your protection then?" Eli asked, still alittle thrown off by the story.

Wolverstone begin reading his 10,000 page book on Africa, people, places, and nations.

Pleased for the fact other's did all the asking, thereby letting him to play cool and just observe the situation Dimitri pulled out the wallet of the guman they had killed less than a hour ago, and while still listening with one ear what were the others talking about he searched it to see if it contained anything important or interresting.

Ulrich looked at Dimitri. He hated Russians. Those damn Soviet bastards had cut Germany into two for a long time. When he was born Ulrich only knew that two Germanys existed. "What are you going to do with that guy's wallet?"

Dimitri raised his head and looked the German in the eyes.

"I'm going to take what's in there, and share it with those of us who took part in killing the previous owner."

"You're exactly hired for my protection, thought I anticipated you serve as such. You each are each very special in seperate areas of expertise, and I will probaly need you each differnt situations. Mister Muhammad is, for instance a report/photographer, and may prove usful in the aspect he, himself pointed out.

"To be frank, I need hearty men for this trek, and I a guide, which we will meet at the end of this flight."

Pleased for the fact other's did all the asking, thereby letting him to play cool and just observe the situation Dimitri pulled out the wallet of the guman they had killed less than a hour ago, and while still listening with one ear what were the others talking about he searched it to see if it contained anything important or interresting.
You find several $100 dollar bills, and an I.D....withs 9mm round holes and blood in and all over them.

Eli nodded, for the most part satisfied. he decided to as no more questions...for now. It was all a big mystery with only a few beams of light revealing the edges. What lies at the heart? The young man relaxed his muscles and ank into the seat. It was comfortable. It just dawned on him that he left his rifle back at the bar 'Dammit!' he thought. But, there was nothing he could do.

"Aww shite! I forgot to purchase me rapier! Mr. Wiki, if you would be so kind as to provide me with a combat knife and a rapier, I would be much thankful!" He took a drag on a new cigarette, and puffed out the smoke.

Dimitri raised his head and looked the German in the eyes.

"I'm going to take what's in there, and share it with those of us who took part in killing the previous owner."

"So what if I didn't kill the owner? I was minding my own business drinking. I didn't even know you were with Mr.Wiki or he was Mr.Wiki." Ulrich sat back down. He looked at Dimitri then back out the window into the sky.

Wolverstone raised his head from his book and said "Dimitri...why did you have to empty you whole uzi clip on a falling corpse? If you didn't those bills would be worth somthing"

Patrick looked up and said, "Ah, shut the feck up, Wolverstone. Get back to yer reading, maybe it'll help you stop complaining, and to keep yer stupid comments to yerself."

Mr. Wiki gave his butler an order, who departed and returned with the two wapons requested made equisitely, by the most miticulous crafmanship. "Thses are from my personal 'blade' collection, I do hope you enjoy them Mister O'Reilly..." said Wiki handing Patrick the swords.

Ulrich was getting very annoyed by this Irishman. Getting up he walked over to Patrick. "So you use a rapier?"

Wolverstone contiued reading, then said: "the loss does not bother me a bit Mr. O'Reilly, my financial situation" he said staring pointedly at Patrick "is not as dire as some others who have trouble finding work..." he got back to reading.

Dimitri looked at the German, having no clue of what the hell was he trying to say. He blinked, and said just simply

"...Right."

He pulled out the few bills in the wallet, four of them to be precice. Turning to Mr.Wolverstone, he replied to his question with a rather cold tune.

"I didn't think about possible hundred dollars bills I could perhaps find from his wallet when he started to shoot at us, and money isn't the reason I searched his clothes anyway. Since you showed no interrest for his wallet or property after we left the place - you were too busy to run away - I find it rather hypocrite for you to start complaining about it now."

OOC: Taggish

Wolverstone looked detached. "you do know sir, it's bad manners to talk about money, don't you?

Tag for later. Waldbaum will meet you in Africa.

Patrick glared at the man and said, "Mr. Wolvertone, I siggest you shut the fuck up very quickly, before you find yourself looking like the guy back at the bar." He then sat down, before he got too angry, so he would not kill the asshole. He then said, "I arranged so that an old friend, a siberian, would meet us in Africa. I hope you don't mind."

ooc: Derscon and myself worked it out, that my character and his knew each other beforehand.

"Well" said Wiki putting his panama hat over his eyes "I'm going to doze off for a bit. Feel free to converse though, and if you need anything Edward is your man."

Wolverstone looked detached. "you do know sir, it's bad manners to talk about money, don't you?

"Yes I do. That's why I was so suprised when you started to speak about it.", Dimitri replied.

What an idiot that man is! , he thought in his mind. Started to talk about how he's disappointed because of few hundred bucks were made useless and in the next sentence says how rude it is to talk about money! Almost as stupid as the German...

Oh, well. Atleast the Irishman appeared to be a decent fellow.

Patrick then turned to Ulrich, "Of course I use a Rapier. Quieter than other weapons." He sensed his harsh tone, and replied, equally harshly, "Whats it to you anyway?" He thanked Wiki for the Rapier and also said, "Have a good sleep."

Ulrich still standing by Patrick was finally sick of this guy. He pulled out his UMP and pointed it at Patrick. "Do move. If you do I will blow your head up!"

Dimitri was standing, Delta Elite pointed at the head of the German.

"Put the gun down." he said, simply and calmly.

Eli sat there quietly...for once. The whole lot of them were highly dangerous and knew what they were doing. Eli was not much like them. He looked out the window. "Can we please act like civilized adults" he remarked to two of them arguing.

"Talk of financial matters was never my intention. I was simply curious as to why one should fire 32 rounds at a falling dead man." Said Wolverstone.

Muhammad listened to teh conversation and sighed. What a bunch of angry, stupid brutes. He tolerated their stupid, barbaric remarks and when Robert Wiki went off to nap, he followed him to his seat on the plane.
"Mr. Wiki, I am gracious for this job, truely I am. I like working for National Geographic, but if you've hired a bunch of barbarians to be your bodygaurds and me to be your reporter, you're expecting more than just trouble. I ask you, please, tell me, what is it that you're expecting so that I know how many clips of ammunition I need to buy."

OCC: People! Firing guns in a plane? Not a smart thing to do

OOC: I hope for the sake of this RP, neither of you has his gun loaded.

Ulrich sat back down into this chair and waited.

Anyhoo, the butler put on the movie Spider Man 2.

Eli's muscles were tense for a moment. he thought something bad was going to happen. Luckily, the situation defused itself and he sunk back into his seat to enjoy the movie. "Spider Man 2, never seen it" he remarked as the movie began.

Ulrich moved toward Eli. "So Eli why have you taken this job?"

"What in the hell kind of movie is this? Looks pretty fecking boring to me." He leaned back in his seat, and pulled out his two revolvers. He reloaded the one, and made sure they both were on safety, before putting it back on his belt. He attached the knife to his belt also, and sheathed the rapier, and placed it next to him. His AK-47 case was also next to him, and he then asked "We are going to Egypt, aren't we?"

"How do you know it's boring, it just started" Eli commented to the man complaining. He saw the first one and loved it but never got a chance to see the second one. 'What an unusual movie crowd' he thought as he continued to watch the movie.

"What in the hell kind of movie is this? Looks pretty fecking boring to me." He leaned back in his seat, and pulled out his two revolvers. He reloaded the one, and made sure they both were on safety, before putting it back on his belt. He attached the knife to his belt also, and sheathed the rapier, and placed it next to him. His AK-47 case was also next to him, and he then asked "We are going to Egypt, aren't we?"
"How did you guess sir?" asked the butler.

*Doc Oc robing bank*

Muhammad listened to teh conversation and sighed. What a bunch of angry, stupid brutes. He tolerated their stupid, barbaric remarks and when Robert Wiki went off to nap, he followed him to his seat on the plane.
"Mr. Wiki, I am gracious for this job, truely I am. I like working for National Geographic, but if you've hired a bunch of barbarians to be your bodygaurds and me to be your reporter, you're expecting more than just trouble. I ask you, please, tell me, what is it that you're expecting so that I know how many clips of ammunition I need to buy."
OOC: *Ahem*

Dimitri went through a weird experience. It was like a dream he saw while being awake, a flashback of some sort perhaps. He saw this German person, firing his gun at the Irishman, himself shooting the German... blood everywhere. And woke up.

He shook his head slightly, looking somewhat dizzy. He stood up, and went to find the WC.

The Irishman just grinned and said, "Didn't someone mention Pharoah earlier?"

Muhammad listened to teh conversation and sighed. What a bunch of angry, stupid brutes. He tolerated their stupid, barbaric remarks and when Robert Wiki went off to nap, he followed him to his seat on the plane.
"Mr. Wiki, I am gracious for this job, truely I am. I like working for National Geographic, but if you've hired a bunch of barbarians to be your bodygaurds and me to be your reporter, you're expecting more than just trouble. I ask you, please, tell me, what is it that you're expecting so that I know how many clips of ammunition I need to buy."
"HMMmm what?" said Wiki getting up. "Barbarians, there wasn't any trouble was there?" he asked.

Ulrich watched the movie. "Eli did you ever see the first one?"

"Mr.Wiki, I didn't see any barbarians" Eli joked. The movie seemed pretty nice. Kind of funny that a motley crue like them were watching such an unlikely movie. 'We'd be better off watching Scarface' he thought with a smirk.

The Irishman just grinned and said, "Didn't someone mention Pharoah earlier?"
"Mmm, yes sir. Pharos indeed, for besides a map, we need to aquire a key, this obect is in Egypt" replied the butler.

Wiki leaned over to Ulrich "I just want to tell you, I think you are the most responsible, and dependible person in the group" he said.

*Harry Osborne, coming to terms with the fact, Peter Parker is Spider-Man, then discovering his Dad's lab, with the mask.*

"That was a great movie!" Eli exclaimed "Damn good graphics too" he stood up and stretched his body and sighed.

"So Eli, what movies do you like beside Spiderman?" Ulrich asked.

Dimitri came back, and sat down next to the Irishman. With a low voice, barely loud enough to be heard by Pat and surely too quiet for anyone else to hear it, he said:

"Man... I do not trust that German. He's an idiot, but appears to me as a rather dangerous one. To be honest, of this group I find you to be most trustworthy. I would like to suggest we cover eachother's back from now on, especially when it comes to that Kraut. What do you think? "

"Well" said Mister Wiki "we should be landing in a few hours, when my plane is landed at my runway. Then we'll take a boat down the nile through the Sudan."

"So, we're not going to Egypt?" Eli always thought Egypt was the place to go for artifatcs and treasures. "The Nile's like one big lazy river. I'll be able to catch some sleep which I really need" he remarked as the plane continued its' flight.

O'Reilly whispered back, "I also find you msot trustworthy. I was aboout to ask you the same question. Plus, I have a siberian friend waiting for us when we land. He will help cover too. He is pretty skilled too. Provided me with this." He patted the ak-47 case, "And some for other irishmen too. We can each cover each other, that way, no one can take us out. I don't trust that kraut either."

Wolverstone begin studing maps of Africa.

The plane set down, and bumped a good deal, spilling Wiki's tea all over him. "Welcome to Egypt!" he shouted. Several Egyption men came in, and and started taking the bags. "Well, you have hotel rooms" he said pointing to a large building. "My hotel...anyway, if you care to go, a museum is in town... I'll get the boat ready." Wiki walked off.

Dimitri took his bag back from one of the Egyptians, smiling friendly.

"I'd rather carry this by myself, if you don't mind" he said in near-perfect Arabic, waited for Pat to get ready and then left the plane with him, heading towards the pointed building.

In the hotel, Sergeant Ken Waldbaum was sitting in the lobby, waiting for everyone. Until then, he was playing Halo 2 on his laptop (the Mirkanans paid Bungie to develop a PC version).

Ulrich went into the bar, in the hotel, to get something to drink. He ordered some whiskey and glupped it down.

Everyone is led up to their room, and finds them to be marvellous, with a huge marble piller in each corner, and a bed with red silken covers, and of course a computer, and tv.

The hotel it self is incredible, with Black Onyx floors. It's lobby a lone is like a kings palace, and there is a library large enough to rival Alexandria's. Food is free, and delicious.

Afanasii Sbignevich Makarov was meditating in the Airport Waiting Room as the aircraft came down. A young but strong Egyptian man came up and tapped Afanasii's shoulder, and his eyes snapped open. "They've arrived, then?"

"Yes, master." Afanasii stood up, the Egyptian grabbing his bags containing clothing and his larger...tools. The Egyptian was a contact of his in the arms trade before the Soviet Union collapsed, so when he found himself wanted by the new Russian Federation, Egypt was the obvious place to go, considering his many contacts within the Islamic terrorist underground here. This particular Egyptian was his closest friend in the Middle East, and was his padawan, as Afanasii trained him in the lost art that he practiced. One needed friends in this area, if they wanted to survive.

The two men made their way over to the unloading bay to meet up with the crowd -- specifically O'Reilly, his contact for the IRA before the shit hit the fan. It's too bad the Union fell, he thought. Life was more predictable.

Makarov caught sight of O'Reilly and walked towards that general direction, knowing full well the Irishman would be able to spot him.

Waldbaum paused the game and pulled up a file with the pictures of the others on the hunting trip. Yep, they had just arrived. Walbaum finished killing the Prophet of Regret, then closed his laptop and headed over to the bar.

Ulrich got another cup of whiskey and drank in a flash. He saw the man come into the bar. "Are you one of the hunter coming along with Mr. Wiki?"

Wolverstone headed to the bar and ordered the best beer they had.

Pat spotted the man, and, walking with Dimitri, rushed over, and embraced, "Me friend! I haven't seen you in a long while! This is Dimitri, who is also going with us." He smiled, and picked his items back up. "I have to go and buy some egyptian clothes, if you don't mind." He saw a man selling them, ran over, and bought a pair of khaki pants and matching shirt, and desert boots, as well as a long Islamic "gown". He went back over to his friends. He walked to his room, and unloaded. He decided to place everything into a handy portable "kit". He changed into his enw clothes, and got rid of the old ones. He clipped all his ammo to his helt, and in his pockets, got rid of the AK-47 case, and put it over his shoulder. All his weapons were concelaed under his gown, and he walked back out, and went to the bar.
"'Ey! Let me have a nice tall glass of Bailey's!" He removed the Islamic head piece (the kind that draped over the side of the face), and let his tan brimmed (panama) hat fall around his neck, held on by a string. He sipped his drink, and waited for Dimitri and Afansii.

OOC EDIT: I am going out until around 7, so If you guys can not do anything major and slow it down a wee bit, Id appreciate it. Thanks.

I man with 6'o clock beard stubble sat at the bar, and eyed everyone there suspiciousl.

Swiftly there after came a young woman with sunglasses on, black hair, and a pony tail hanging over her one-piece dress, that resembled a wrapped blanket.

It didn't take long for Dimitri to return from his room - he basically just checked it to be safe - no hidden cameras, bombs, assassins or anything - took the pillows from the bed and threw them to one of the closets, putting his back there, under the blanket, instead. He then left the room, heading down to the bar in where he saw Patrick having a chat with his countryman.
He walked to Afansii, extending his hand for a shake, and introduced himself in Russian.

"Dimitri Vladimirovitš Kovalenko, pleasure to meet you."

The woman says: "is a Mister Wegener here?"

"Yes. What is it?" Ulrich stated. The alcohol was having a bad effect on him. He looked at her. He wondered how this woman knew his name.

Wolverstone walks by the bar, knocking over the stools of the beared guy, and the lady.

Ulrich got another cup of whiskey and drank in a flash. He saw the man come into the bar. "Are you one of the hunters coming along with Mr. Wiki?"
"Yes. My name is Ken Waldbaum of the Armed Republic of Mirkana. Pleased to meet you."

There's a general ruckus. And people shuffle, when it clears the lady, and beard dude are both gone.

A brawl ensues, and people start hitting each-other.

A man grabs Wolverstone, twisting his shirt, and hits him.

Ulrich looked around and saw that the woman was gone. Ulrich looked at the man. "Ulrich Wegener. Did you just hear a woman say my last name?" Ulrich had a bad feeling about this mission. When the brawl started he pulled out his UMP and fired it into the ceiling. "Everyone calm down."

Wolverstone grabs a table, breaks the leg off, and whacks the assualtant in the face.

Some drunk businessman tries to knock Waldbaum off of his stool. The sober Mirkanan delivers a precise kick to the groin. Tiring of this, Walbaum returns to the lobby and resumes his game.

"It has been some time, Patrick." Afanasii and his Egyptian friend followed Dimitri and Patrick to the rooms, setting their bags down on the bed and sweeping for bugs. When it was appearant that the room was clean, Afanasii Took off his what could only be called a bedsheet over his body and revealed the robes of a master of Ninjitsu. It was an overhyped martial arts, but that suited his purposes well. Not to say he couldn't do some of it, considering he was also a 8th degree in Tai Chi, and formed his own style combining Ninjitsu and Tai Chi, making his body a very deadly weapon. He took only his sword, some shurikins, a WP and a concussion grenade, and his two pistols, and packed the rest up in his bag under his bead. His Egyptian friend carried the AA-BAS and two Ivory handled Colt .45s, his personal weapon of choice.

They walked into the bar with the rest of the crowd and met back up with Dimitri and Patrick.

When Dimitri came and greeted him, he smiled and shook his hand firmly, returning Kovalenko's greeting in Russian. "Dobroye Utro, Dimitri Vladimirovitš. It is also a pleasure. Any comrade of Patricks is one of mine!" He took a seat at the bar, but did not drink, as he abstained completey from alchohol, something that his Russian countrymen found heretical.

As the brawl ensued, he pulled Patrick, Dimitri, and his Egyptian friend to a more secluded corner of the bar, away from people. He sat in the corner, with Patrick and Dimitri on either side of the table, and his Egyptian friend exposed to the bar, shielding them from the patrons and the fight, and allowing him a clear field of fire, should it be necessary.

The people disperse when they hear the gunshots. They all run out.

Wiki returns. "Where IS everyone? Oh, well, I have the camels ready, the boat is just a short way away...coming?"

Ulrich went up to the bartender. "Do you happen to see where a lady who called for a Mister Wegener went?"

The bartender cowards. "P-p-p-please, don't hurt me!" He runs for the door "POLICE, POLICE!!!"

"Ok..." Ulrich goes behind the counter and steals a bottle of whiskey. Then runs back into the main hall. He sees Mr.Wiki. "So were leaving. Where are the camels so we can get the hell out of here. I think we pissed off the natives."

Dimitri laughed to whe whole scene, and threw the rest of his vodka down to his throat.

"Idiots... idiots everywhere!" he mumbled in Russian, starting to make his way through the panicing crowd to get another shot. If he could find the bartender.

"The cam--camels can leave as soon as you are ready...eh, what happened here?" *Police start marching toward the building, with a mob behind them, armed with guns, and farming tools.*

The four-man party overheards Mr. Wiki and makes their way over to him. "Please excuse us for one minute, I left something in my room."

The Egyptian and Afarasii departed the bar and ran back up to their rooms, getting the bags with their weapons. The Egyptian tossed on a backpack custom designed for the purpose of carrying the grenades and multitudes of sharp objects and ammunition and stored as much as humanly possible into it without hitting a dangerous level. The Egyptian was a large man, he could handle it.

A few minutes later, the Russian and Egyptian appeared back in the bar and rejoined Patrick and Dimitri. Afarasii spoke once more to Mr. Wiki.

"Ulrich is correct, we must depart immediately." A ruckus in front of the bar could be heard, and Patrick pointed at them. "Well," Afarasii said. "It seems that we have unwanted company."

"Oh...shit. Just run Mr. Wiki I will tell you later." Ulrich took a swig of his whiskey and started to run. Ulrich glad that he left his baggage down here. He grabbed his bag and put the whiskey inside. Then grabbed his pump shotgun and shot a warning round at them. Then he pumped it back and holstered it. Ulrich ran out the door and started to run toward the camels.

Mister Wiki ran out the back door, and headed for several camels loaded up with provisions. "Run...I wonder what's going on in there..."

Wolfgang walked quick after Wiki. "You shouldn't have pissed-off the bartender" he said departing.

He mounted a camel.

Ulrich put this bag on the camel then jumped on. He pointed his shotgun toward the back door. He made sure he didn't shoot any of the other mercenaries while waiting he took another swig of the whiskey. "I just asked him a goddamn easy question. I ask if you saw a woman and he ran out calling for the police. I guess that happen because a shot a gun off because of the fighting inside the bar."

Wiki mounted a camel as well. "I wonder what's taking the others so long--" Shooting erupted, and the police begin tossing torches into Mister Wiki's hotel.

"Well sorry for causing the destruction of your hotel. I didn't know a question would cause such a fiasco." Ulrich took another swig of the whiskey. "Do you want a drink Mr.Wiki?" Ulrich took a shot at a man near a hotel window.

*Mister Wiki stares blankly at his burning hotel* "Whisky?"

The butler: "Mr. Wiki, we MUST be going, this is a dangerous area."
Mr. Wiki: "Yes..dangerous..."
The butler rode his camel foward, Wiki's being tied to it. "Come on chaps" said the butler.

"Yes sir." Ulrich gave Mr.Wiki the whiskey then pointed his shotgun toward the hotel. He pumped it and the casing came out. Then he rode up to a third story window. Ulrich saw a human. He point the shotgun at the human and fired the gun. The window broke and a bloodly human came flying out. Ulrich rod back to Mr.Wiki and watched the human hit the ground with a dud. "Wow...this is...funny..."

After a hour's journey, the camels arrive. Welcome aboard the Sandstorm!" says the captain. The butler shows the group to their cabins, all nice and euipped with a botttle of wine, and a glass (execpt for Muhammad's). "If you need a drink, the bar's is right there, and the second floor houses the recreation room. now if you please, I must attend to Mister Wiki..." the butler departed.

The recreation room has a card table set out with chips, and a ping-pong table, along with other things. Mister Wiki retired to his quarters, and the boat set off.

OOC: I have to got for a bit, but feel free to mingle on the journy down the nile.:D

Afarasii rode beside Ulrich and Dimitri, Patrick on the other side of Dimitri, and the Egyptian following behind Afarasii. Makarov leaned over to Dimitri.

"It seems people are very sensitive about many things. I would suggest watching what you say. We need not draw unwanted attention such as, say, burning a hotel." The Ninjitsu master and world-renouned arms dealer watched Ulrich in amusement.

"Pump-action? How old fashioned. Mr. Sabbah, please demonstrate to this German what new technology is available in the arms trade." THe Egyptian simlpy nodded his head and pulled the AA-BAS from his back, and took point at the crowd.

The Allanean Arms Beltfed Automatic Shotgun is a landmark in closepoint defence, considering the wide range of destruction a Ten Gauge automatic shotgun would have. This was very clearly demonstrated as "Mr. Sabbah" annihilated the crowd and dispersed the survivors very effectively.

"Now, let us depart before more come."

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On board the boat, the four man party huddled together near a table and alchohol was served to Patrick and Dimitri, Mr. Sabbah and Afarasii opting instead for a simple glass of grape juice.

Once on the ship Ulrich made his way toward the egyptian. "Well I see you have a automatic shotgun. Well they are not as powerful as the pump shotgun. Plus the fact that you run out of bullets fast." Ulrich sat at the table near them. He poured himself some whiskey. Something about this mission felt odd. The woman who knew his name even made it feel creepy. "Also Afarasii I have had this pump shotgun since for about five years and it has served me well. Also I like the feel of the gun. Thats the only reason I haven't got a auto shotgun."

OCC: What's going on now?

Once on the ship Ulrich made his way toward the egyptian. "Well I see you have a automatic shotgun. Well they are not as powerful as the pump shotgun. Plus the fact that you run out of bullets fast." Ulrich sat at the table near them. He poured himself some whiskey. Something about this mission felt odd. The woman who knew his name even made it feel creepy. "Also Afarasii I have had this pump shotgun since for about five years and it has served me well. Also I like the feel of the gun. Thats the only reason I haven't got a auto shotgun."

Afarasii smiled. "Most automatic shotguns are not as powerful, no. However, the AA-BAS uses a pump action bolt, but it's just built for fast action, so you gain fire rate without losing power." When Ulrich continued, Afarasii simply nodded. "Of course, if one masters a specific weapon and grows attached to it, there is no reason to part with it." Afarasii did all the talking, though. Mr. Sabbah did not speak at all.

Dimitri was for some reason quiet, a bit jumpy at Mr. Ulrich's presense. They clearly didn't like each other.

Afarasii was spinning his sword around, mostly out of boredom. He was skilled enough with it to not hit anything, obviously. "So, Mr. Ulrich, what brings you on this adventure? And what do you think this adventure is?"

The boat journeyed down the Nile. It's gentle lazy current was peaceful. Eli stood on the deck, his hands on the railings. He closed his eyes and felt the wind hit his face. His stuff was in his room but kept his pistol with him. 'You never know, especially with Mr.Wiki' he thought. It was all very unusual. But, it was exciting and adventerous.

Patrick leaned back and said to the arms dealer, "I still have that last Ak you sent. Very reliable. I aquired two rugers when I came to America though- carried out a hit that got me chased out of Chicago!" He laughed and said, "They didn't kill me because I knew their boss was gay, so I left for NY." He removed his robe, revealing his tan suit, and his AK-47 strapped over his shoulder and scross his chest, his two rugers holstered on his side, a knife on one side, and a rapier on the other. "Me original rapier and knife got confiscated and I didn't get to buy meself a new one. Mr. Wiki gave me these. Should work well, as this variety always has." He turned to Ulrich and said, "Earlier on the flight you criticised me for wanting a rapier. It is always good to have a non-projectile weapon for backup, me friend."

Afarasii smiled. "Most automatic shotguns are not as powerful, no. However, the AA-BAS uses a pump action bolt, but it's just built for fast action, so you gain fire rate without losing power." When Ulrich continued, Afarasii simply nodded. "Of course, if one masters a specific weapon and grows attached to it, there is no reason to part with it." Afarasii did all the talking, though. Mr. Sabbah did not speak at all.

Dimitri was for some reason quiet, a bit jumpy at Mr. Ulrich's presense. They clearly didn't like each other.

Afarasii was spinning his sword around, mostly out of boredom. He was skilled enough with it to not hit anything, obviously. "So, Mr. Ulrich, what brings you on this adventure? And what do you think this adventure is?"

"Afarasii, I'm here for money. I'm a gun for hire. Why, a couple days ago I went on a mission to kill a drug lord. Mission complished. The mission has gone good so far exepect for the hotel. Mr. Wiki said something about finding a treasure map to a shitload of treasure. So I guess were on a treasure hunt. Also before in New York City they were attacked. Also Patrick i never said it was bad to have a rapier." Ulrick pulled out a knife then put it back into his jacket. Ulrich took a swig of the whiskey and filled his glass with some more. Slowly he was becoming drunk. After this glass he would stop.

Patrick got picked up his revolver, and shot a large bird, right in the stomach, on the bank of the river. It fell in, and squirmed, no doubt to be eaten by crocodiles. "Hell yeah! Right what I was aiming for!"
He then reloaded it, and reholstered it. He then took his AK off, and aimed it, turned off the safety, and waited. Sure enough, a crocodile approched the bird. He pulled the trigger, and held it, until the crocodile began to bleed, and turn to mush, and slowly sank to the bottom. "Predatory bastard! Just like the english, oppressing the other animals!" He grinend and ut it back around his body. "Thats what I can do, thats how good me aim is! When im drunk I'm only a wee bit worse!" He bragged, and said to Afarasii, "FInished the poor thing off! Don't just let it suffer!"

Afarasii shook his head at his Irish friend. "Such mindless killing will get you nowhere, but I wouldn't want the bird to suffer." Makarov reached for his belt and pulled out a shuriken and as quick as the bird fell to the ground, Afarasii whipped the shuriken at the bird, the point of one end impaling the bird's skull between the eyes. He then turned back to Ulrich.

"Mercenary? It seems we may be in somewhat of the same business, then."

Eli saw them carrying on "Can't you go five minutes without shooting your guns? Or killing something?" he asked.

"Yes it seems that we are. Have you always been a mercenary. Well for me about a year. Before I was part of the GSG 9 until I was relieved of my duty. I served with the GSG 9 for five years. Yes I can Eli. I think I have had enough killing for one day. How about telling some stuff about yourself Eli?" Ulrich held his pump shot and reloaded the gun.

Patrick responded to Eli, "Aye, but it'll be us who is ready for combat when it comes. It appears that we should expect more." He then muttered unde rhis breath, gobshite.

"Then you can protect us when a flock of birds come by" Eli joked with a smile "I was starting to be afraid for a moment". He looked out to the horizion and saw the fertile fields and the desert just beyond them.

"Your from Australia, aren't ya mate?" He grinned, then continued, "They tried to send one of my however many great grandfather there. Sure, didn't he throw the British officer into the sea, and escape in the confusion? His brother couldn't escape, and he never forgave himself, or so the tale is told. Sure didn't they accuse him of inciting irish nationalism, the gobshites, but sure, wasn't the charge true?" He smiled and said, "I've carried on the Irish nationalistic tradition."

Eli looked at him "I'm descended from criminals who were sent to Australia." he replied "I don't quite get what you're getting at, but perhaps I'm just stupid". He took in a deep breath and tipped his hat up.

"Mister Wiki appeared on deck. "Well, it appears you have suceded in demolishing my establishment, you Mister Wegener, and Wolverstone for starting that brawl, by knocking those people over...luckly" he continued "this treasure should more then pay for the damages, and I won't be upset."

As the boat chugged along, several bullets wooshed in from the trees, pelting the deck, and the captain. "I'mm bloody hit" he said, clasping his wounded hand. "Bloody snipers." Wiki retired from above deck.

Another shot broke a window, throwing glass all over the crew. "Full speed ahead!!!" said the crew below.

"Don't get it? Well, boy, wasn't I, and still technically am, a member of the Continuity IRA! I escaped before they came for me!" He thought for a minute and said, "Most of the criminals weren't really criminals anyway. The British still do lock people p for no reasons. They still do terrorise whoever they can!"

"Dammit!" Eli shouted and ducked behind some cover. The shots were hitting off the hull and smashing a few windows. he got out his pistol and cocked it. The only problem was he didn't know where the shots were coming from "It seems those birds are pissed off!" he shouted and laughed a bit.

Patrick ducked and pulled off his AK-47. He put in a clip, and fired at the trees, knocking off some leaves. He hit some men, and pulled his revolver, and aimed at a man running, and hit him in the back. He fell, and wiggled on the ground. Another man fell into the river, and a crocodile began approaching. He turned to Eli and said, "Told ya the English are still at it!"

Wolverstone stood fearlessly on the deck, bullets whizing past him. Wolverstone pulled out his IMI Desert Eagle .50 Magnum and squeezed off a few rounds into the trees to scare the attackers off.

Eli took off his hate "Bloody irishmen!" he shouted "God save the queen!" and he began to fire into the trees and brush. he emptied one clip and reloaded. The adrenaline pumped through his veins. 'Adventure at last' he thought as the brass shells casings flew everywhere onto the deck.

Patrick glared, and pulled a revolver and aimed it at Eli, "Fecking bastard!" He moved his finger towards the trigger, but then thought better and aimed at a man in the tree. He fired, hitting him in the chest. He fell off, and hit his back on the ground. He thought about gutting Eli, but decided against it.

Wiki showed back up with his AR-15 rifle. He ran on top of the deck, aiming at an attacker's head, sudden it exploded..."Wha?" He turned to see Wolverstone firing away.

The butler came on the deck, with kevlar on, and a CR-21 assualt rifle and oppened fire on the enemy, killing one, and wounding two.

The captain ran to the deck, "where-the-hell is that minigun?" he asked himself. "I tshould be mounted here but...he rembered several people running away from the boat, back on the docks that he had shoo away...

The crew below was steadily firing with rifles...:sniper:

Wolverstone put his Desert Eagle away, in exchange for somthing with a higher rate of fire. So he pulled out his SA 80 and opened auto-fire, on the men in the trees, laughing all the while.

"Well, Ulrich, no, I am not a mercenary. I am an arms dealer in my spare time. Mostly I study the ancient martial arts. My friend here is a firearms expert. He was a member at one point of the Mudjaheeden that battled the Soviets in Afghanistan, and he was a member of Islamic Jihad and Hamas. He since has left those organizations." He continued to listen when Eli came over and chided them.

"I would have you know I was simply putting the bird out of its misery. I do not like their mindless killing, but it can be useful at points." He smirked as he took a sip of the grape juice.

When Mr. Wiki came on deck, and the bullets started flying, Mr. Sabbah and Makarov stayed completely calm, sipping their drinks as the chaos ensued around them. A bullet whizzed by Afarasii's head and shot through his glass. The Ninjitsu Master tossed the glass to one side, and -- his Egyptian friend following -- calmly walked below deck to escape the firing until the battle was over.


OOC: Just a note, all of my posts are going to have some sort of backtracking in them as well as catching up, as ya'll go too fast for me to type an acceptable reply.

The attackers retreated... A distant rumbling could be heard in distance... Wiki reloaded his weapon, and wiped the sweat off his brow. "Well we handled that quite well I think. A real spot of adventure, eh?" The butler resumed serving the "passangers". "We will be crossing the Sudan border soon sir, shall I make ready our..." RRMMMMMMMMRRRB!!!

The bullets continued to fly. Smashing against the hull and splashing into the water. Eli continued to fire in the direction of the fire from the trees. One of his shots hit a man in the stomach and he fell into the brush.
"This isn't a safari! It's the gunfight at the O.K. Corral!" he yelled over the firing.

Ulrich sat below the deck. He wasn't that much use above deck because of that damn sniper. He checked his UMP and combat knife. Waiting until the firefight was over he polished his knife.

As the shooting died down, Wolverstone regained his composure. "Anyone for a game of pool, or cards up-stairs?" he said reloading his gun, and sitting down.

"What the feck is that noise!" Patrick screamed.

Below deck, Afarasii started talking to Ulrich.

"Staying away from snipers? You seem like a close-combat kind of person." He looked out the window at the terrain. "It seems we're crossing into the Sudan -- I've travelled this path before. You know, Ulrich," he said, leaning up closer. "I think I still have a few contacts down here. I can probably get you some...unconventional weaponry, assuming those damn Sudaneese haven't confiscated any of the caches I have down here."

All of a sudden, the boat got impacted by an object much bigger then itself, and a armored hovercraft, with plates on it, came barroling toward the Sandstorm, knocking a hole in it, using the spike on the front. "HAHAHA!!!" Men opened fire on the crew, killing three, the boat begin to turn over.

"Damn snipers. Close combat is what its all about. Sometimes I wish I could have fought during WWI or the American Civil War. Rushing across the battlefield then figghting hand to hand. What kind of weapons would you have?" Ulrich asked.

All of a sudden, the boat got impacted by an object much bigger then itself, and a armored hovercraft, with plates on it, came barroling toward the Sandstorm, knocking a hole in it, using the spike on the front. "HAHAHA!!!" Men opened fire on the crew, killing three, the boat begin to turn over.

OCC: WTF?!! :eek:

Eli nearly fell overboard when the hovercraft collided with the ship. Armed men began to pour onto the deck. he stood up and began to fire. Killing one and making two dive for cover. He hid behind a crate and reloaded. It was a real gunfight and he was in the middle of it.

OOC: Parkus, what exactly just happened?
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Afarasii smiled. "Anything you can possibly dream of." The Siberian's hairs on the back of his neck just prickled up. Uh-oh. "Brace yourself, Ulrich." The Muslim and Afarasii followed Makarov's advice, and just as they did, the boat rammed the Sandstorm. At that point, the Egyptian pulled up the AA-BAS and readied it to fire, and Afarasii pulled out his sword and readied a concussion grenade.

"Looks like things are going to be how we want them, Ulrich. Close combat."

ooc: O shit. An L-CAT, I think they're called.

ic:
Patrick yelled, "Shite! Me mate is below deck!" He pulled his AK, and rolled across the deck, to the steps. He stood up, and fired at the infltable bottom of the hovercraft. "Probably a cheap model." He thought. He didn't check to see the damage, just rushed below, and grapped his Siberian friend, and his apprentice. "Let's go!" He turned to Ulrich, "See? The Rapier may come in handy in close combat!" He rushed up on the deck, and fired at the assailants, hitting some. He put it back aorund his neck, and, revolver in one hand, rapier in othe,r hopped onto the enemy craft. Like a pirate of old, he slashed at the crew, and shot some. He took cover, and pulled his AK, firing at a crowd of them. He put it back on,, and prayed, I hope Arafasii is behind me!

Ulrich gave Afarasii a thumbs up then grabbed his shotgun. Going up the stairs he fired his shotgun and killed a armed man. Pumping it back he saw another man coming. The trigger pulled back and the man fell into the water with part of his flesh gone. Ulrich hit the ground when they started to fire upon him.

The men kept coming. Eli without thinking pulled out a knife from his boot and stabbed a gunman in the chest. One lunged at him and punched him in the face, sending the aussie stumbling back. Eli recovered and tossed the man overboard.
'I can't believe what I'm doing' he thought. he continued to fight off the attackers.

Seeing the men spill onto the Sandstorm, Patty dashed across the deck, and jumped throguh the air onto his own boat. Before he did that, however, he holstered his revolver and pulled his knife. He lept, landed on an attacker's back, and slit his throat. He put the knife away, and then slashed another man in the stomach, put the sword through his neck, and tossed him intot he ocean. He then jumped forcover with the rest of the men. "You know the Brit's ordered this." He stated with authority.

The boat plowed out of the river, turing over, and bursting to pieces. Luckly, most of the "passengers" survived. "HAHAH!!" The man on top of the hovercraft, pulled out a Nitro Glycern explosive. Wiki ran away, never experianceing anything like this in his life. the butler, however stood his ground, firing definetly at the attackers. A man with a sword, jumped down and attacked Patrick.

Ulrich got up and saw the other men were getting rid of the attacker. Getting up slowly he ran onto the attackers ship. Once inside he killed a attacker then reload. The men inside were shooting at him.

Wolverstone sprints, and slips as the boat crashes. He slides on a piece of the boat, and shoots at the Nitro, hoping to hit.

Patrick turned aorund, and plunged th sword into the mans stomach. "Die, motherfucker!" He then punched him in the face, pulled his revolver, and shot him in the face. Patrick yelled to Robert Wiki, "Yer a coward! Get back here and fight like a man!" Pat wiped blood from his face, and took cover behind some bushes. He aimed at the man holding the explsive, and fired at his chest five times. He prayed he would fall into the water, so if the explosive was live, would do less damage.

Afarasii and his Egyptian friend followed Ulrich up the stairs, obliterating any opposition. As one of the bastards that boarded the ship approached, leveling his rifle, Afarasii whipped a shuriken into his forehead, burrowing into his skull. He nodded at the Egyptian, and looked over at Ulrich.

"Cover me." THe Egyptian took from his backpack an XM8 converted for light suppressive firing -- a heavier barrel and a 100 round drum -- and picked up his AA-BAS and went over to the side of the ship, firing up on the opposing crew.

"EVERYONE, BACK DOWN!" Afarasii screamed this as loud as he could, taking out a White Phosphorous grenade from his one pouch, pulling the pin, and tossing it into a crowd of the pirates.

WP grenades have a blast radius of fiften metres and burn at twenty-eight hundred degrees celcius at the point of detonation. Makarov was certain the majority of them were killed, considering you didn't put WP out until the WP didn't feel like burning anymore.

The Nitro exlpodes, causing other damage to the ship, and setting off the other explosives, creating a huge shockwave, destroying the hover craft, the few survivers are mostly heavly wounded Ulrich has a large contusion on his head, and another on his arm. The melee attacker swings at Patrick, missing narrowly...then feeling Patrick's sword through him.

Patrick saw that most attackers were dead. He ran after Mr. Wiki, and jumped on his back. He wrestled him tot he ground, and turned him over, and pointed a revolver at his face. "You fecking coward! You had better pay as a wee bit extra for that stunt you just pulled!"

OOC: Awesome, Parkus. You not only go too fast for me to keep up, but then you ignore vitrually everything that I do.

Afarasii and Mr. Sabbah walked over to the Irishman and Mr. Wiki.

"Now, Patrick, this may be overreacting. However," he pulled the sword out and put it near Mr. Wiki's neck, the Muslim looking out for that damn butler. "You do have some explaining to do."

Dimitri then walked over to the group. "What the hell was just going on? One minute I'm about ready to relax the next I'm on this beach."

Ulrich flew onto the water. He could feel the pain on his head and left arm. He still had his pump shotgun. Seeing the surivors he pulled out his UMP killing every last one of them until he got one left. He dragged surivior onto the shore and shot both of his legs. "I think I found someone we can ask questions to."

OOC: Awesome, Parkus. You not only go too fast for me to keep up, but then you ignore vitrually everything that I do.
OCC: YOU PULLED OUT THOSE GRENADES, NOT ME! That nitro alone didn't set it off, you did.

Eli woke up and found himself on shore. A fiery wreck floated in the river.
'What happened?' he thought. His body was sore and in pain from the explosion. he propped himself up, he was soaking wet.

OCC: YOU PULLED OUT THOSE GRENADES, NOT ME! That nitro alone dodn't set it off, you did.

OOC: Good to know, just make that clearer next time. :) Oh, and WP is an incinedary, not an explosive. It has very little explosive power, but it burns like hell. For future reference.

Patrick got off the man, put kept his weapon trained on him. He then pulled his rapier, and poked it into his back. "Explain." He then thanked Afarasii, purposely trying to get Mr. Wiki mad.

IC: Wiki turns around staring at the gun. "My dear sir I am the most valuble member of this group...I pay YOU, not visa versa. I simply had to protect the map, and not just my own life. If I die, we ALL lose."

The butler came over gabbing Patrick's shoulders. The crew begin taking all the supplies off the ship, the get ready for walking.

THe Egyptian pointed the AA-BAS at the butler's chest, motioning him to let go. Dimitri pulled out his weapons also, not really sure what's going on, but he didn't like seeing his comrades possibily threatened.

"Mr. Wiki, that is nice and dandy, but it seems that whenever you show your face, the shit hits the fan!" Afarasii was not liking the chaos. "Now, please tell your butler to let go of Patrick, and inform us just what the hell is going on, and maybe if we all know everything, we will be able to cooperate better and get out of this alive! ULRICH!" The Siberian yelled for the German, whom he was getting aquainted to. "Who the hell are these people? Have you interrogated them?"

"Without us, you have no one to protect you, and they would kill you quicker." He noded at the Egyptian when he felt his shoulder being grabbed.

Eli got to his feet and stumbled a little. he found his hat and his gun was somehow still in his hand. He saw what they were doing to Mr.Wiki.
"Gentlemen, why would Mr.Wiki hire men to try and kill him?" he asked, trying to sort everything out.

Ulrick picked up the surivior with his right arm. He felt the pain in his head and arm. He looked and saw it was changing color. "So what should I do with this guy?"

Wiki gives the butler a signal, and he lets go. "My dear sir, THAT is the reason you are getting paid, so thank your lucky stars for 'the fan'. The crew getts sveral tents, and the porters assemble.

Ulrick picked up the surivior with his right arm. He felt the pain in his head and arm. He looked and saw it was changing color. "So what should I do with this guy?"
"Patrick and and Wolverstone would reccomend toture to extract information. If you'd like, ask Eli, or do as you wish.

"Hey Eli what should we do with this guy." The surivior was in pain. Blooding was coming out from both of his bullet wounds. Ulrich pointed his UMP at his head.

"Torture? That will make him give us false information. Bandage him up, give him so food, and keep him under constant guard. He will begin to think of us as friends, and maybe tell us somethings. Otherwise, just kill him. Probably a stubborn prick anyway." Patrick turned and poked the sword in Wiki's back, "Don't pull anymore shit, understand? I hope there's no hard feelings either, lad."

Afarasii nodded to the Egyptian, and he pulled the shotgun away from the Butler. Afarasii, however, leaned in close, and lowered his voice to a rough whisper.

"You listen here, Mr. Wiki. I have more money than you can dream of! I am here to make sure my Irish friend doesn't get in too much trouble. I don't need to be here, I don't give a damn about you or your adventures. I just want to know what we're doing and why. Don't play any of your games with me, Wiki." He got up and turned to Ulrich.

"Ulrich, comrade, ask him nicely. Then torture. If he doesn't comply, that lake over there is full of carivourous fish. I'd know, I've dumped a few people in there myself."

Ulrich patched up the two leg wounds and gave him some bread. "Does anything else hurt?" Ulrich kept his UMP just incase this guy ran.

The porters assembled, the captain was being treated by the ship's surgeon. Wiki stared at Patrick "as you wish, but I wouldn't need you if there weren't any bumps in the road...ah I see the caravan is ready to depart. Whenever anyone here is ready to continue, I say we press-on."

The butler was reloading his gun.

"Don't worry about him running," Afarasii said to Ulrich. "My friend here can keep that from happening." The Hashahashin pulled out a scimitar and swung it around a bit, glaring at the prisoner. He then turned to Mr. Wiki.

"So, are we continuing? Or staying here for the night." Out of the corner of his eye, Makarov saw the butler reload. He didn't quite trust him, so he pulled out a shuriken and held it in his palm out of sight, just in case.

OOC: Sorry for the suckiness of the posts, but I can't type as much or as well at ths uberfast pace this thread is going.

Afarasii nodded to the Egyptian, and he pulled the shotgun away from the Butler. Afarasii, however, leaned in close, and lowered his voice to a rough whisper.

"You listen here, Mr. Wiki. I have more money than you can dream of! I am here to make sure my Irish friend doesn't get in too much trouble. I don't need to be here, I don't give a damn about you or your adventures. I just want to know what we're doing and why. Don't play any of your games with me, Wiki." He got up and turned to Ulrich.

"Ulrich, comrade, ask him nicely. Then torture. If he doesn't comply, that lake over there is full of carivourous fish. I'd know, I've dumped a few people in there myself."
Wiki turned and cocked his head like a dog. "Well my fellow, if you have more money then I can 'dream of', then let's just say we're here to aquire more money then you can dream of."

Seeing the Butler reload, Pat did the same. He then holstered all his weapons, and said, "Why don't the porters take turns driving, while we sleep in the back?" He smiled, happy he was not wet.

"Talk goddamnit. I don't want to feed you to the fishes." Ulrich raised his gun to his head then put it back into his holster. "Just tell me everything."

"So, are we continuing? Or staying here for the night." Out of the corner of his eye, Makarov saw the butler reload. He didn't quite trust him, so he pulled out a shuriken and held it in his palm out of sight, just in case.
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"We must press-on, another attack migh come, and we shouldn't be in this dangerous area."

"Shit! I left me muslim robe on the ship." Patrick sighed heavily, and frowned.

Wiki turned and cocked his head like a dog. "Well my fellow, if you have more money then I can 'dream of', then let's just say we're here to aquire more money then you can dream of."

Afarasii smirked. "Are you sure? I can dream pretty big." The Arms dealer smiled and extended his hand that didn't have the shuriken in it. "Come on, get up, you'll ruin your suit."

Dimitri was simply standing by the Muslim, finally picking up on what was going on. He walked over to Patrick as he reloaded.

"Christ, Pat, this is nuts."

Seeing the Butler reload, Pat did the same. He then holstered all his weapons, and said, "Why don't the porters take turns driving, while we sleep in the back?" He smiled, happy he was not wet.
"Drive?" asked Wiki. "Bu-ha-hat dri-haha-ve what dear fellow? Oh no, I'm afraid we walk from here."

Afarasii smirked. "Are you sure? I can dream pretty big." The Arms dealer smiled and extended his hand that didn't have the shuriken in it. "Come on, get up, you'll ruin your suit."

Dimitri was simply standing by the Muslim, finally picking up on what was going on. He walked over to Patrick as he reloaded.

"Christ, Pat, this is nuts."
Wiki grabbed his hand and pulled himself up. "This suit, as Americans say is 'penuts' compared with that treasure."

"It is nuts, Dimitri." He sighed, and turned to Mr. Wiki. "Walk? We must find some other form of transportation along the way."

Ulrick picked the man up and brough him to Patrick. "You take care of him." Ulrick went next to the river and got one of the bodies. Then started to looked threw it.

"Yes, Wiki, well, it is a nice suit. Shame to see it soiled."

After some conversation, Afarasii smiled. "Excellent! Night time in the Sudaneese desert. A comfortable temperature, air slightly dry, with a light breeze. Comfortable weather, indeed. If I recall correctly, I have some friends within a few hours walking of here. We can stop there if you'd like. Reload and refresh." The Egyptian put his pack on and walked over to Afarasii, who put his sword back on his back and pocketed the shuriken.

"So, what are we waiting for? Let's go."

"Hello there, lad. That kraut just didn't want to carry ya. I don't want to either, but perhaps those Russians can give me a hand. But first," He paused and said, "Whot he feck do you work for?"

Wiki lit his pipe, and shook the match. "We may start as soon as this little interregation is finished."

"Work?" asked the assassin. "I work for Mister Walton."

Ulrick watched as Patrick went to work. While doing this he put a headband around his head and left arm bruise. It was changing now to a deep purple. Atleast now the headband covered it up.

"That was easy." grinned Patrick. "Why did you try to kill me comrades? Maybe I should snap yer neck right now?" Patrick's eyes began to flicker in tiredness, and because of being tired, began to shvier slightly.

ooc: I request that we finish up, then resume tomorrow afternoon.

"Wonderful! We're getting somewhere." Afarasii walked over to the lake, pulled out a carnivourous fish, and held it over the soldier.

"This little fishy is hungry. Talk faster." Seeing the Irishman shiver a bit, the Egyptian came over and gave him one of his old Arabic robes. It was light, but it worked.

ooc: I request that we stop until tomorrow afternoon.

OOC: I agree. We should stop and continue this at 1800 EST.

"That was easy." grinned Patrick. "Why did you try to kill me comrades? Maybe I should snap yer neck right now?"

ooc: I request that we stop until tomorrow afternoon.
ooc: request granted...after we "bed down for the night"...our characters.

"I wuz h-hired t-to kill you all..." he said.

ooc: request granted...after we "bed down for the night"...our characters.

"I wuz h-hired t-to kill you all..." he said.

OOC: Alrighty.

"Wonderful. You're not helping." Afarasii took the now dead fish and slapped him across the face with it.

"Patrick, please remove this dumbass from our presense. The fish are hungry. Other than that, I suggest we set up camp and hit the sack."

After travelling for 3 hours, the caravan stopped near a small tree. "We camp here to-night" said Wiki. All the bedrolls, and tents were set out, and the group...or at least most of them, went-to-bed.

OCC: Anyone here can "stay-up" and talk. Other then that this RP is officially ended for the night.

While they were interrogating Ulrich set up his tent and rolled out his sleeping bag. Inside he loaded all his guns and put them right next to him. Then he put his combat knife near him. Then he finally went to sleep.

Patrick said, "You show no remorse!." He dragged him to the bank, and forced him to the ground. He shot the man in the lower back, and blood began to fall out. He kicked his body down the bank, and it roleld into the river. He screamed as he was ripped apart by fish. Patrick then said to the egyptian, "Thanks." He offered him 10 bucks and said, "That's really all I can give ya now." He put the robe on, n dimmediatly felt warmer.

The Egyptian shook his head. Afarasii answered for him. "His code of honour forbids such acceptances of cash as gifts."

After they got to their camp site, The four comrades -- Dimitri, Patrick, the Muslim, and Afarasii set up a perimeter to keep critters and people out, making some Viet Cong style traps around the camp site. Once that was done, the four comrades set up their tents, which were then modified so they all joined together to form one massive tent for all four of them. Those who had them rolled out their sleeping bags on their ground pads. The Egyptian rolled out his prayer rug and began praying, and upon completion, shouldered the AA-BAS. Afarasii and the Muslim walked out to meet Ulrich.

"Ulrich, I suggest you and my friend here sentry this place until the night, and then you can switch out with Dimitri. Frankly," he said, lowering his voice. "Out of everyone here, minus my comrades from business prospects, I trust you the most. Good night." With that, Afarasii went to his tent and meditated, slipping into a state of unconciousness.

Well, I, OOCly, am hitting the sack. Let's freeze the plot
till 1800 EST, though I won't be posting, considering I've got a meeting then 'till 2000 EST. Maybe about 2030 to 2100. Dunno.

Night ya'll.

"Damn, me sack was on the boat." He removed his robe. He took off his khaki vest, and placed it in a pillow position. He put the robe on the ground, and laid on it, and covered himself by folding the other half of the robe over him. He put his hat to the side, and placed his revolvers in it, and his knife also. His ak-47 was on the side as well as the rapier. He said goodnight to the others, said a quick Hail Mary, a prayer to the Irish saints, and a Pater Noster, and curled up and fell asleep, dreaming of his family back in Ireland.


ooc: I'll be going to sleep now too. Night everyone.

Dimtri had been even more quiet than usually during these last few hours they had spent in the boat. Things had happened fast, but he hadn't seen any reason to speak up. And if there was no reason to speak, Dimitri Kovalenko remained silent. Now he however had a reason to open his mouth, so he did saying just simply:

"I'll take the first guard. Pat, you'll be the next - I'll wake you up after three hours."

With this he grabbed his Sako TRG (http://img128.imageshack.us/img128/4739/sakotrg2gk.jpg) and pulled a black blanket from his bag, walked up to the top of a small hill from where their little camp, river, and anyone approaching from the desert were easy to keep an eye on.
Then he just sat down, rifle on his knees, and waited.

OOC: Thanks for keeping my guy alive last night, Derscon.

Mister Wiki got up and yawned. He walked out of the tent labeled "Wiki" in his silken pajamas.

The porters had a fire, and were cooking breakfast, when Edward came up: "there, there, we don't want to burn it, or Mister Wiki will get angry."

The sun look magnificent gliding over the mountans. Off in the distance, hyenas were sprinting down a slope for some carrion.

OOC: I won't break camp until later, so other people can join in, but enjoy the camp.:D

Dimitri stood up too. He hadn't waken Patrick up like they had agreed in the evening. Or anyone else, for that matter. The African night and sunrise always appeared to him just as amazing as the first time he saw them, years ago, and he was greedy enough to keep it all for himself. Besides, Dimitri Kovalenko did not need a lot of sleep.

He threw his rifle to his back, and enjoyed the view in front of him - the Nile in the the light of the morning sun - for few more minutes, before heading back down the hillside, towards the camp in where his sharp, trained eyes noticed Mr.Wiki to be already moving.

We need to get as far away from this river as possible" said Mister Wiki. "As soon as be break camp, we should head away. Mister Walton will eventually wonder what happened to his Sunday-Cruiser, and sent another one down here...but for now, let's eat..." Mister Wiki bit into some cooked stake that the men had brought along. "Oh, awful...terrible" he said sptting it out. "How long did you men cook this for?"

Edaward, the butler, was using a water purifier, and filling up Wiki's canteen at the nile.

The butler appared. "Eh, Edward you DID aquire the key, correct?" "Of course sir, but it costed 100,000 pounds." Wiki fell on his back.

Wolverstone swiftly rolled up his bed roll, and proceded to eat a breakfast of a nutritious health bar, that taste like frizzed dried dirt.