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Post by Svernic Borcopf on Apr 15, 2009 13:34:11 GMT
Svernic was down in the storage rooms, taking a look around the room with all of the secondary equipment, the flash lights, the ropes, the ladders and he hoped the radios. He found them sitting in a corner seven of them all sitting in a bulk charger and full of green lights. They were gaudy things, bright yellow and black, but then again Svernic never was one for fashion and dress schemes. He was happy with his thick jeans, thick cotton shirt and the welding mask he often wore, especially since he was going out to fight. Turning he spotted a bullet proof vest mounted on a rack, there were seven of these as well, seven of the racks, but only six vests. Maybe someone had taken one in the riots or a looter had gotten here before them. Either way Svernic picked out the largest one and started adjusting it when the Shadow Man entered the supply clauset. "Do you mind if I take one?" He asked, slapping the jacket for emphasis.
((sorry for the minor bit of character control there chief but i didnt think it would be a big deal, its not like i ran you off a cliff or anything, im breaking the posting order because i need to go but i want to get my part of this thread done before i leave for a nurse appointment, dont bother trying to give Svernic a hand gun or a ranged weapon of any kind since the Borvakian traditions hes known since child hood mean that he despises guns but other than that throw anything useful you want at him))
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Liz Burke
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Post by Liz Burke on Apr 15, 2009 17:54:44 GMT
Liz fell out of her moment of thought. She heard him say something about handguns. Had she used one before? Of course not. “Unless it’s anything like a pistol? I used to shoot cans on my grandfathers ranch... Handgun, pistol – they both have a trigger don’t they?” She said as she followed him down into the cellar. In fact, Liz was dab hand at shooting with a pistol; she just had never shot as something moving before – so frankly, she’d be useless.
Liz took a look at the radios; she moved it from hand to hand. “Hmph. Very,” she paused to think of the right term, “Cagney and Lacey of you...” Liz smirked. “Okay, so how do we use them, Chief?” She turned on her cubed heel and handed Jack a radio.
Liz was planning everything out in her head. She’d be in the Deli with Jack. Svernic would call her to the garden centre to show him how to work the security systems and get the medications and supplies – then, and only when she had what she wanted would she make her exit. She’d break away. Liz would have to make up an excuse. She got lost? She had to take another rote? She’d think of something – Liz was good at this. ((Where is your post F-man? I can't find it to reply at the Deli :/ ))
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Post by Jack Malloy on Apr 15, 2009 20:48:09 GMT
Jack surveyed the store room with a quick glance, nodding at Svernic's question. He plucked a right-size flak jacket (one of the really big ones from the old bull sized riot cops) for the man, and the corresponding arm and thigh protectors. "A full set, there you go! Hahah...."
Throwing a radio to both of the members of his impromptu team, he motioned to the little thumbswitch at the top. "The radios are automatically on recieve - if the green light's on, then you will receive messages from the frequency you are on. Thumb down the switch...." He demonstrated, "And you can send - it'll cut out any incoming messages as well, however. So wait 'til the other person stops. I'm sure you know about saying Over at the end if you want to clarify you've stopped."
Thinking about anything else they may need to know, he nodded once more. "There's not much need for callsigns since there is only three of us - but if you need to send quick messages remember I'm One, Svernic, you're Two, and Liz is Three. That should be all. Mayday is standard, call for "It's All Gone To Shit. Say that, Svernic, and we'll come in running."
He was enjoying this opportunity to be actually in control. The feeling of power was exquisite - like good coke, but without the worry of comedown. Taking a step into the first cell, he grabbed one of the little Colt 9mm peashooters that they'd pulled in a mall raid a little while ago, and a couple of clips.
These were thrown to Liz, and he smiled widely. "Well then team. Go get some sleep, it's going to be a big day tomorrow......"
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