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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 24 2015, 03:43 AM Post #661 |
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Is that so?
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Randall frowned. He wanted to call this guy out, but he also didn't want to instigate anything. He had two lives in his hands and Randall didn't even know if he was dealing with someone who was mentally stable or not. He was frankly a little overwhelmed. Everything was happening so fast that he felt like he was on an emotional roller coaster. It was taking everything he had just to come across as collected and in control. He had gotten plenty of practice. But when the life of his daughter was on the line... "Well here is what we know." Glenda was the first to break the silence. "We aren't going to leave them with him. And we also aren't giving up Eli either; we don't abandon our own like that." Randall nodded his head in total agreement as Glenda continued. "We also can't go in guns blazing because we don't know how many of them there are. But nobody here knows anything else. I think what we need is more information and we know we can't trust anything this guy says. We should scout the place out; Willow can use her sniper rifle and-" "No." Randall interrupted harshly. "We don't know what resources he has. If he sees even a single gun, he could kill my daughter. I will not take that risk." "Then what do you think we should do, Randall?" "I... I don't know..." He admitted. He pressed the button on the radio, he had a few more questions for this guy. "Two questions: Why do you want Eli? And can you prove your hostages are safe?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 24 2015, 03:58 AM Post #662 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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There was a long stretch of silence as the room waited for a reply. Finally, a beep mercifully came. ”They’re safe,” the voice said. “But they won’t be if I have to wait. You have one hour.” Silence again. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 24 2015, 04:01 AM Post #663 |
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Is that so?
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"Cheeky ass motherfucker." Randall growled after ensuring his side of the radio was off. |
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| Strompy | Mar 24 2015, 04:40 AM Post #664 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Think think think "Okay. We can't do what he says, obviously. The way I see it, he's counting on us coming armed, the whole unarmed thing is a formality. I think he's looking for a fight. If he really wanted us to hand Eli over in exchange he'd have put the girls on to assure us. I'm thinking he's got a trap set up for us as soon as we enter that place and he's afraid the girls would tell us so, or they're not as fine as he says. He may have friends too, one of them could be watching this place. He'll be on the lookout for our approach. We show up in good faith, unarmed and I think we're dead. We have to try and sneak up on him. For that we'd need a diversion." Brandon mused, never even considering compliance. This guy would probably also consider they might do that, so he'd probably have the entrances locked and/or booby trapped if he was handy. He really wished the others hadn't gotten so drunk, they needed them now. His brain buzzed trying puzzle out how they might get around all of this while they were two, potentially three people down or if having those numbers would even help the situation. They were so in the dark. It was almost useless considering this when they hadn't even seen the place, Brandon was getting ahead of himself. "Jesus, I don't even know what I'm talking about. Randall, Eli, this concerns you two the most and I'm on board with whatever you decide. I'm gonna go rouse the troops, see who's fighting fit." he excused himself. His tired brain continued ineffectually beating away at the myriad unknowns of the situation as he solemnly joined the others. "Bad news, guys. Or good depending on how you look at it. We've been contacted by the person who took the girls. He wants Eli in exchange for them for some reason. He's given us an hour to meet him about a mile from here. It's time to wake up." he summarized. Jeff was out like a light at the bar. Brandon made his way over and found some caffeinated energy drinks in a little bar fridge. He placed several on the bar for everyone, before shaking Jeff firmly. "Jeff! Dude, wake up! We've got two girls to save." |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 24 2015, 12:42 PM Post #665 |
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Willow was sitting at one of the tables, slapping herself in an attempt to sharpen her senses and having no real success. "Wait, what? Seriously?" She sounded like she was consciously putting effort into pronouncing her words correctly. Nevertheless, the multiple surprises and urgency of the situation was enough to further sober her up a little. If Julie and Kels were alive, then they had to do everything in their power to help; they needed her and everyone else. Willow was willing to do everything in her power to help. Shit, when did I start thinking like this? Willow rose to her feet and made her way to the bar. She grabbed one of the energy drinks, popped it open, and started drinking it. It tasted absolutely terrible, she hated every second of it. But this wasn't for her, it was for Julie and Kels, and she forced this vile liquid down her throat for them. After all, it was partly Willow's fault for getting drunk in the first place. "She certainly has heart, doesn't she?" Maxwell mused as he finished hiding the last of the open alcohol. "Jeff imbibed more than she did, though. But I am with you guys this time assuming Jeff wakes up and doesn't need a babysitter." ********** "Eli, what do you think we should do?" Randall asked after Brandon had left. He had not voiced his opinion yet. "I'll be right back." Glenda nodded to both of them. She left the bedroom and made her way to the other bedroom. Judging from the family photos and slightly more lavish accommodations, she suspected this was where the owners had slept. She did her best to ignore the pictures and memorabilia that littered the room and focus on what she had come here to find. She dug through the closet and found nothing but shoes. She looked under the bed and pulled out a nondescript box. When she opened it, she found an empty holster, an owner's manual for the Taurus 605 snubnose revolver, and a few cases of .357 magnum rounds. She knew it had to be around here somewhere. "Perfect." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 24 2015, 01:23 PM Post #666 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“I’m up, I’m up,” Jeff said drowsily, raising his head from the bar and sitting up in his stool. “An’ I’m fine. I don’ need a... babysir.” He reached out and grabbed one of the energy drinks in front of him. He wasn’t sure how they got there, but didn’t question it outloud. He just popped back the lid with his thumb and started drinking it – “Pah!” – and then immediately spit it out, spraying spittle across the bar. Goddamn, that tasted awful. Without missing a beat, however, he took another pull from the can. This time he forced it down his throat. He raised an assuring hand to the others and nodded. “I’m okay,” he said. * * * Eli tensed up at Randall’s question. He saw it coming, but still hadn’t come up with a good answer in his head. “Brandon’s right, there are so many variables,” he admitted. “I don’t see we got too much of a choice, though. We can’t just stay here.” He tapped his foot anxiously and pondered the problem for a few more moments before continuing. “Brandon’s idea – causing a diversion, and then sneaking up on the store so they don’t know we’re there. That could work." He certainly didn’t have anything better. |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 24 2015, 05:16 PM Post #667 |
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"Alright then, that is what we will do. We will kill that asshole and any friends he has and save Kelsey and Julie." Glenda heard Randall in the other room; he was mincing no words today. After securing the holster around her waist and getting some bullets for herself, she headed back into the other room in time to see Randall stand up for the first time since he had gotten his hand amputated. For a few moments the effort was admirable, but then he lost his footing and fell into one knee. Instinctively, he reached out his right hand to stop his fall, but instead he smashed the burnt knob of his arm against the ground and fell onto his side. "GAAAH! FUCK!" Randall howled in agony and clutched his missing hand. "Dammit Randall!" Glenda was on her knee besides him in an instant. "Do you have any idea how much blood you lost? Or how much trauma your body has been through in the past day? You're hardly in any shape to be walking, let alone being a part of this." "I'm fucking going." He growled through the pain, his eyes alight with determination. "That fucking asshole... he has Kelsey... I am not abandoning her there, god dammit!" "And you aren't!" Glenda glared at him. "We will get her back, I promise you that." Despite her protests, Randall was already struggling to pick himself back up off the ground. Glenda looked pleadingly to Eli to back her up here. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 24 2015, 05:39 PM Post #668 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli glanced from Glenda to Randall, taking the hint. He moved over to Randall, and helped him onto his feet. When he was there, Eli held onto his shoulders lightly and looked him in the eyes. “Glenda’s right,” he said seriously. “You’re not abandoning her. You’ve lost a lot of blood and you don’t got a lot of practice with that other hand. You’re no good to Kelsey if you don’t get better, and this is not how you get better.” He let go of him, but didn’t break eye contact. “Glenda and I, Brandon, whoever else – we’ll get this done. I promise.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 24 2015, 05:49 PM Post #669 |
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Is that so?
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Randall met Eli's gaze and held it. Over the course of a few seconds, the anger in his eyes dissipated. Then he sat down on the bed and let out a deep breath, still cradling his injured arm with his good one. He knew they were right; what good would he be to anyone if he could barely even walk? If anything, he would just be a hindrance as he tried to shoot but couldn't hit and tried to run but only fell over. He barely had enough strength to stand, let alone stage a break out. He knew that from the get go, but admitting that he had to sit on the sidelines during all of this was the hardest part. He wanted to be there, he felt like he needed to be. With visible signs of frustration written all over his face, he buried his face in his left palm as best he could. "Just bring everyone back in one piece." He finally managed to choke out. "And shoot that bastard if you get the chance." |
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| Strompy | Mar 24 2015, 07:37 PM Post #670 |
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More posts, more Busey.
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Brandon started tearing through the office. He found the items he was after, a pair of scissors and a roll of tape. He made his way back upstairs with a new energy and into the master bedroom. He dug through the nightstands until he found it, a makeup compact, specifically the mirror in it. Brandon offered no explanation as he approached Eli from behind and grabbed his right arm and brought it up behind his head and down his back as far as he could until Eli gave a confused sound of discomfort. Brandon still didn't explain as he lifted the mans shirt up and placed his SIG on his back at that limits of Eli's reach and began taping it in place. With that he lowered Eli's shirt again. "Die Hard." he offered as explanation. "I think surrendering is a good idea. We give up Eli. Eli you're not on board with it, they'll have to march you in at gunpoint with your hands on your head. He won't like the guns, but if you're being an unwilling hostage how can he hold it against us? The scene and the guns will get his attention and hold it, he won't notice Max and I. It'll be Glenda an Willow marching Eli up. If he asks about where to others are, you tell him we're either too drunk, injured or unwilling to help. It might amuse him enough that he buys it, and in the case of Randall and Jeff, it's also true, I think they should both hang back. Jeff should be sober enough to at least keep an eye on the place." Brandon rapidly shot out his plan. "I still have no idea how we're going to handle getting into the place though. There may not be many places for us to get in so he could have it completely locked down, and I don't know how we'll get passed that. He'll have anticipated us sneaking up on him, but hopefully he won't anticipate us anticipating that he'd anticipate that. The most obvious way in will be guarded or locked or something, and if we're lucky he'll assume we're stupid enough to try that way in in and not look for alternatives. If we're lucky there will be an alternative." he continued to muse out loud. He was really starting to understand what Kyle meant when he said Brandon thought too much. |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 24 2015, 08:09 PM Post #671 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“We will,” Eli assured, putting what he hoped was a comforting hand on Randall’s good shoulder. After a beat, he nodded goodbye to Randall, and adopted a confident expression for his benefit. The expression faltered a bit when he heard Brandon return to the room and start digging through all the drawers. It turned to a slight frown when Brandon started manhandling him, but he understood soon enough. “Uh, great, thanks ’mano,” he said. Then Brandon explained his plan, and he nodded along. It was pretty much what he suggested before – a distraction and a covert entrance. Eli didn’t necessarily expect that he himself would be the distraction, but he stifled any objections he might have had. He was willing to do this for Kelsey. Julie too, he reminded himself. She was so easy to forget or minimise, since she wasn’t the young daughter of their leader. And though she had been them for a while, relatively speaking, she wasn’t one of the Mount Kisco survivors. She didn’t have even the minimal history Glenda, Willow and Jeff had with Kelsey. And she didn’t make it through that long night with Eli, Randall and Mac. Eli felt a pang of guilt at that thought, which he added to the pile. If anyone should be concerned about Julie, it was him. After the morning they shared at the lodge, he figured he owed her the extra consideration. She had been responsible for a brief bright spot in a dark time. Eli couldn’t let that light get snuffed out. “I’m with you, carnal, all the way up to Jeff being sober enough to do anything more taxing than stand up straight,” he said after Brandon was done talking. “Willow too, but I get that we may have to take that risk with her. Still, someone that can see straight should be here with Randall.” |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 24 2015, 08:17 PM Post #672 |
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"Don't worry about us." Randall retorted. "I'll be fine. Kelsey is more important. As it is now, we are already short staffed." |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 24 2015, 08:23 PM Post #673 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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Eli shook his head. "You'll be fine until you're not," he said. "You just recovered from an amputation, Jeff's barely conscious. What if something happens?" |
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| Make-7-Up-Yours | Mar 25 2015, 12:46 AM Post #674 |
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"Well... who do you recommend leaving behind then?" Randall said with frustration. "I would rather spare no expense in getting our own back, but if you really want someone, then leave Maxwell with us. I think he is the least combat oriented here. That way, in the unlikely event something does happen, then we have somebody. Is that better?" |
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| DoctorYerishi | Mar 25 2015, 01:00 AM Post #675 |
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Dude, wake up! We've got a world to save.
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“It’s better,” Eli said. Maxwell may have been the least combat oriented, but at least he had two working eyes. Eli would feel a lot better if Randall and Jeff had a viable lookout. “I’ll talk to him,” he added, then turned to the others. “We got a time limit, so we better get moving, I’ll meet you guys downstairs.” He started walking out, but stopped at the door. He turned around to deliver some parting words. “We’ll be back, hermano,” he said. “Stay safe.” Then he turned and left for real. When he arrived at the lower level, he made a bee-line for the bar, where his gym bag waited. He unzipped it and produced the Glock 19 he had stolen after his escape at the border checkpoint. He unloaded the magazine and peered inside. He noted it was full, then pressed it back in. “Maxwell, you’re staying here with Jeff and Randall,” he said, not immediately looking up at the thinner man. “We need you to keep an eye on things. Make sure shit stays secure. From rotters and whatever else. Here.” He held out his hand, holding the Glock for Maxwell to take. “It’s got a full clip,” he said. “If you need to use it, don’t hesitate.” |
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