NationStates Jolt Archive

Mick nodded to Dagger 4. He understood situations like this all too well. He then noticed that he still had his rifle chambered for 'shredder rounds'. He hoped there'd be no shooting. He'd seen firsthand what they could do to people. Even armored ones.

Saya abruptly stopped, they were at the back bays. Now that they were there she was kind of nervous. "Anyone going to open the door for a lady"? She asked.

"Right," Mick tried the door. Locked. He backed up, "Stand clear," he kicked the door. It flew back into the room with a wham and he entered.

"I've got you Mick." D4 followed carefully, sweeping for anything out of place, then watching their six.

"Not very subtle Mick, how'd you get on Black Ops again?"

Mick smiled as he scanned the room, "I can avoid being heard when I want to. I'm just not in a 'stealthy' mood. Besides, I was put on by default. They were a man down."

OOC: Maybe we should move this to the breakroom...

Saya followed, with her katana drawn, "Yeah Mick, are'nt you supposed to have some cool never heard of technolodgy to do this"?

"Yup, but when the government was told that equipment would be provided, I was barely allowed to take my guns with me. They're kinda paranoid about that. So my All Purpose Vision Enhancement Helmet, fully enclosed stealth armor system, and darn it even my lockpicks are sitting in the Government Complex in my locker under surveilance."
He gave a disgusted snort, clearly showing what he thought of his government's policy on technology.

"This room is empty... Just dust and echoes... wait."

He bent down to the floor and examined a large area.

"There was something here. It makes sense, not leaving anything behind if you're doing something wrong. Damn."

The floor was covered in these dust free spots where equipment had been not long ago.

"Dammit."

OOC: RS, you've got D4, I'm out for a bit.

Saya laughed, "Well, I got better technology here than I did back at home." She looked around the room, she had extremely good sight in the dark, "You know, there really is'nt much in here".
OOC: Probobly, this'll be my last post in this one. From now on I'll post in the breakroom.

OOC: Comtinuing in the breakroom. Ironic that's where our characters just ran to...